slash with the same action and the same angle, forcing the enemy to fight against himself, to see whose strength is exhausted first, this is Chu Zihang's broken knife thirteen flashes!

Legend has it that there was a kendo master in history, who could slash thirteen times in a row, and the thirteen powers were concentrated in the same position of the opponent's weapon in an instant, and finally cut off the opponent's sword!

But for Chu Zihang, thirteen is definitely not the limit, he can achieve 234 consecutive slashes before the Nibelungen plan, let alone now.

The numbers didn't mean much to him anymore, and he saw a flood of swords.

Once upon a time, Caesar also laughed at Chu Zihang's thirteen consecutive flashes, which had no beauty and only knew monotonous repetition.

But at the most difficult time, seeing Chu Zihang slash Yuan Zhisheng's humanoid dragon back again and again with such a move, if it weren't for the fact that his breath hadn't been adjusted, he would definitely applaud the other party.

"Boom!"

I don't know if it was after slashing hundreds or thousands, I only heard the last crisp sword sound, and all the superimposed impact broke out in the heart that Yuan Zhisheng protected with a spider like a galloping horse.

The sound of thousands of bones breaking through the body made the sound of bones breaking, and the impact made Gen Zhisheng dazed for a moment, but in an instant, he took several steps backwards, until he pressed his foot against the wall behind him to stop his body.

If it weren't for Yuan Zhisheng's entry into the keel state from the beginning, I'm afraid that just this blow would have completely broken his sternum and ribs.

After the figure stopped, Yuan Zhisheng looked at Chu Zihang with surprised eyes.

The same blue-gray dragon scales as Caesar, the hand holding the knife is in the shape of sharp dragon claws, but the golden eyes are more fiery than Caesar's.

It looks the same as Caesar's state in the face of himself, but how can his strength have increased so much?

The last time we met, Chu Zihang with such a posture did not bring him such a strong sense of oppression.

"I'm not late."

After forcing Yuan Zhisheng back and standing still, Chu Zihang held the village rain in his hand and exhaled a breath of hot air.

"No, it came at a good time." Caesar clutched his bleeding shirt and said, "Well, can you handle it alone?" ”

"Okay, I'll take care of the rest." Chu Zihang's face was expressionless.

Unlike the VIP elevator that Yuan Zhisheng took, the freight elevator that Chu Zihang took almost fell unhindered when it encountered an earthquake, as if it was going to take him to hell.

If it's an ordinary half-blood, I'm afraid I'll have to wait in the elevator to die.

But Chu Zihang is different, in the face of such a desperate situation, the first thing he adopted was to insert Mura Yu into the elevator wall, and use the sword body to intensify the friction between the elevator and the elevator shaft.

Without using the blood explosion, Chu Zihang let the elevator stop in the sharp friction sound.

This is Chu Zihang in the state when the Nibelungen plan is almost completed, but it is just an ordinary state, which is equivalent to a second blood explosion before the plan.

And Chu Zihang, who appeared from the freight elevator just now and gave Yuan Zhisheng a set of thirteen consecutive flashes, entered the posture of the second burst of blood in the freshman.

With this posture, he is even stronger than when he exploded blood three times before, and he is almost on par with Xia Mi under the Nibelungen in the capital.

Yuan Zhisheng stood quietly in front of the Buddha shrine, the blue spider cut across his chest, his fingers slowly swept over the blade of the knife, and gently clasped the tip of the knife.

This is not the starting style of any sword art school, he is full of flaws all over his body, but Chu Zihang does not dare to take the opportunity to attack.

This act is like a priest preparing for a festival, silently wiping his long knife and cutting off the head of the sacrifice with reverence.

A piercing murderous aura permeated the hall, and in addition to Ichimaru Gin, it was the first time that Gen Zhisheng had encountered someone who could pose a mortal threat to him.

He is the emperor, and the emperor is born to be above all living beings.

But Chu Zihang is different, he is not a prey, he is a hunter like Yuan Zhisheng.

Just by making the move just now, Yuan Zhisheng discovered the strength of the other party, the sinking of the momentum, and the high bloodline.

Chu Zihang's bloodline definitely exceeded the critical blood limit, and he was not far behind even his own emperor.

At this time, Yuan Zhisheng believed that Chu Zihang himself had killed the Dragon King alone, not the rumored victory won by beauty.

The next moment, the two moved.

They moved at high speed throughout the mural hall, and the two collided with each other in the space, and the mere sound of knives shook off one mural after another.

The ground, the walls, and the mid-air were all places where they slashed with their knives.

In the midst of the invisible fighting, the ground kept cracking, and deep pits continued to appear where the two men crossed.

The scales on Chu Zihang's body closed one by one, as if he was breathing on his own, and every breath could burst out with tremendous power.

His bloodline was elevated by refining techniques, and now his body was less and less human, and the fine scales were constantly hardening and growing, as if the more he fought, the more he resembled a dragon.

And Yuan Zhisheng, who was in a serious state, although his body was not as obvious as Chu Zihang's evolution, his whole body was also covered with fine white scales.

The battle between the two was raging, and Fingal, who had been hiding in the dark, had to run to Caesar to seek refuge.

Otherwise, the sharp air currents generated by the collision between the two would have scratched his skin.

During the battle, Chu Zihang and Yuan Zhisheng both used their best sword skills, among which Yuan Zhisheng used the reverse scroll blade flow.

The mystery of the reverse scroll blade flow lies in the roll, the spider cut while the blade is flipped, like a silk wrapped around the body of the knife, Yuan Zhisheng is wrapping this silk layer by layer on the knife body, and the movement of the wrist is smart and graceful.

This is the opposite of the famous curling blade flow, which is getting faster and faster, as if the silk is taut tighter and tighter, and the reverse curling blade flow seems to be more and more soothing, but the force attached to the knife is doubled.

Relying on his strong physique and such moves, Yuan Zhisheng had a slight advantage, but he was not sure of victory.

The completion of the Nibelungen Project and the Lionheart's bloodline refining technology, although it seems that there is still a gap between it and his own keel state, it is obvious that he has already carried the noble imperial blood.

Under the words of the last sword balance of the reverse scroll blade flow, Chu Zihang was forced to retreat again and again until he retreated to Caesar's side.

"What school of swordsmanship do you come from, why haven't I seen it at all?"

Although the battle with Chu Zihang was in the upper hand, Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but ask when he thought of the strange feeling he had in the previous battle.

"There is no genre, I learned from the teacher of the Kendo class of the Children's Palace, the tuition fee is 3600, a total of 36 class hours, and I have learned those 36 class hours of swordsmanship."

Chu Zihang took a deep breath and raised his sword over the top, putting on a standard eye-facing posture in Japanese swordsmanship.

Although it seems to be standard, thinking that this may be one of the few swordsmanship postures that the other party can do, Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but be silent for a while.

"Hell, the Sword Saint of the Children's Palace, I see that he uses a Japanese sword, and you also use a Japanese sword, so I thought that your fighting style might be similar, no wonder nothing was right when I fought him just now!"

In this regard, Caesar was also speechless, thanks to which he still used Chu Zihang as the main body to study Japanese swordsmanship.

"By the way, the people of the Eight Snake Families should be gathering, we have to get out here quickly, so as not to be besieged by heavy firepower." Caesar reminded.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to waste much of your time." It was not Chu Zihang who responded to Caesar, but Yuan Zhisheng, who held a knife in his right hand and stepped forward.

"One minute and thirty seconds left."

Yuan Zhisheng slowly raised the knife above his head while squatting down.

There is not much time left, and he wants to take Chu Zihang with absolute strength.

As long as they defeat it, Caesar and Fingal can easily solve it.

The tip of the spider's knife trembled slightly, and a thin wind sound sounded between deep breaths, if the smell of blood in the mural hall was already like a killing ground for slaughtering livestock, then Yuan Zhisheng's knife was Senluo Hell!

Whether it was Caesar, Fingal, or Chu Zihang, who was slightly downwind, they all had a feeling of being frozen in murderous aura.

Before Yuan Zhisheng's knife came out, the cold air on it seemed to have pierced through his heart.

"Be careful!" Caesar roared suddenly.

He could see that the other party's target was Chu Zihang.

And this roar also woke up Gen Zhisheng's attack.

Knowing that the other party's current bloodline was not much worse than his own, after exhaling his breath, Yuan Zhisheng used the combination of the body of the dragon bone state and the spirit of words to use a killing move.

This is a move that I didn't use when I fought a man named Ichimaru Gin.

"Heart-shaped knife flow, four phases, spirit of words, kingship, evil ghost erosion!"

Yuan Zhisheng stepped suddenly, and then the whole person suddenly turned into a virtual shadow.

At the same time, he cut the spider in front of his chest, and the four attacks were directly hidden in this preparatory action, which is the fourth time!

At the same time as the fourth time, there are eight terrifying scenes that almost appear in essence, including Red Flame, Shura, Rakshasa, and Netherworld!

The spirit is connected to reality, and a picture of hell on the other side is displayed in front of Chu Zihang and others.

When I hold the sword, I am in hell, and all the times are my life!

The royal power is the base, the murderous spirit is the soul, the spirit and the mood are at the same frequency, creating the volume of evil ghosts, this is the feeling of Yuan Zhisheng and Lu Mingfei after being constantly frustrated.

"Concept armament?"

Chu Zihang recognized at a glance what type of move Yuan Zhisheng was using.

This ability to transform reality into reality had been seen too many times in the numbered knights of Solomon's Temple.

Chu Zihang, who knew his power well, knew that he couldn't keep his hand any longer, otherwise, let alone Caesar and Fingal in his hand next to him, I was afraid that even he himself would be instantly defeated.

In this case, it can only be so.

When he opened his eyes again, the golden pupils in Chu Zihang's eyes began to become magnificent and charming.

But then, his body trembled slightly, and as if he could not bear the great pain, he knelt down, his hands clasped tightly to his chest.

"Chu Zihang?"

Caesar was startled, and he heard a huge cracking sound in Chu Zihang's body, as if something had shattered.

In the face of Yuan Zhisheng's persecution, Caesar didn't think much about it, just stretched out his hand to help Chu Zihang up, but when he touched the other party's body, he realized that Chu Zihang was hot like baked steel.

Fingal, who was hiding behind the two, frowned slightly at this time, he looked at Yuan Zhisheng, who was full of oppression, and then at the injured Caesar and Chu Zihang, who didn't know what was going on.

The hand holding the ghost Che trembled slightly, and just as Fingal was fighting, Chu Zihang raised his head sharply and looked directly into Caesar's eyes.

The majestic Caesar retracted his hand, and he saw that Chu Zihang's eyes had turned into dragon-like vertical pupils.

The cracking sound was endless, and Chu Zihang's body became burly at an astonishing speed, and the cyan needles came out of the skin and stretched into black scales.

The fine white scales are arranged like inflorescences around the tip of the nose, and the bulging muscles and non-human joints form a bewitching and toned dragon body.

Countless fitness experts have devoted their lives to the goal that Chu Zihang has achieved at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

After a while, Chu Zihang slowly straightened his waist, and standing beside Caesar was a two-meter-tall, unheard of majestic creature.

He was covered in crimson firelight, his hideous features were majestic, and his perfect body was full of strength.

The beauty that belongs to the human being is perfectly presented on a body.

"Phew~, it worked."

Chu Zihang shook his left hand, and the power contained in his body at this time was something he had never imagined.

That was far beyond his previous strength to explode blood three times.

Perhaps, now he can be called the first generation.

"Is this the third explosion of blood after the completion of the Nibelungen Project, it is so amazing!"

Seeing Chu Zihang's performance, Caesar realized that Chu Zihang had started the third blood explosion.

Obviously, this is already the power of another realm.

Flames burned his body, black bone spurs piercing through the skin and spreading across his body.

Facing Yuan Zhisheng's evil ghost scroll, Chu Zihang just lightly lifted the village rain, and the black flames flowed on his blade, burning quietly.

At the same time, one rune after another also spread to the body of the village rain sword, and then took on a completely different state from before.

Approaching the karmic fire, holding a black knife, and when the scene of countless evil ghosts came with transcendent gravity, Chu Zihang slowly spoke:

"Morning and sunset, the heavenly demons are extinguished!"

Chu Zihang swung his knife and danced, the demonic fire on the knife rose, and the fire element gathered into a storm in his realm, and the power of each swing of the knife was extremely accurate, as if a peerless calligrapher was writing down the most perfect calligraphy in his life.

The Diagram of Red Flame, the Diagram of Shura, the Diagram of Rakshasas, the Diagram of the Netherworld.

These scenes of destruction, which should have been rare in the earthly world, actually burned up the moment they were contaminated with Chu Zihang's sword and the demonic fire!

At the same time, a roaring dragon also appeared in the firelight and sword light of the village rain.

The Yanlong was raging, the hell collapsed, and in just a moment, Yuan Zhisheng's attack was destroyed by Chu Zihang's village rain.

"It only took twenty seconds, and you really didn't delay me too much."

Facing the sluggish Yuan Zhisheng, Chu Zihang shook off the village rain, and countless rain stains began to spread along the blade, and he refused to stop until the black flames and runes were extinguished.

Caesar and Fingal, who were on the side, also stood on the spot when they saw this scene. (End of chapter)