Sword God

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The palace is empty, and the contents inside have been taken away by Han Qiuxie. There are still two bodies on the ground. Chen Zong recognizes that one is the deacon of the Liu family. Deacon of the Cabinet.

Their complexion was blue, and there was a hint of chill on their bodies, and storage bags around their waists were missing.

Noting Chen Zong's gaze, Han Qiuxie's smile became more obvious, but his eyes grew colder: "They are both self-conscious and uninteresting, and you will be like them."

Chen Zong couldn't help but smile slightly. This faint smile immediately made Han Qiuxie unhappy and shot it directly.

Han Qiuxie's own cultivation talents are the best in Heishuizong and even in this area. They can be compared with most secret disciples in the top forces such as Taiyuan Tianzong. Of course, they are far away from the real ones. The pride of heaven, such as Fang Xingchen, still has some gaps.

Even so, Han Qiuxie still practiced the Black Water's true power to a very high level, and he also learned the martial art of the Black Water Sect to a very high level.

As soon as he shot, his right arm brought a wave of black waves, which swept heavily. Among the black waves, there were black water snakes undulating, and his cold eyes locked on Chen Zong, ready for a fatal blow at any time.

That is actually Han Qiuxie's finger.

Refers to the fangs of a snake, killing with the cold and overbearing true power of Blackwater in an attempt to exterminate the vitality of Chen Zong. It is certain that those martial arts who also practiced Shangpin Linggong and Han Qiuxie could not stop him. , Will be killed instantly.

It is indeed extraordinary, and has the ability to challenge in the next level, but the gap is too big, and Chen Zong has no intention to fight with the other party slowly.

Refer to the sword, and gently, the sword is broken.

An ordinary swordman looks so simple and clear. It was shot straight out, and there was no violent breath fluctuation, but it made Han Qiuxie feel a palpitation, as if there would be very bad things. Happened the same.

Then it really happened.

There was a snoring sound when Jianmang passed, and his eyebrows penetrated. Han Qiuxie tried to widen his eyes, his face full of astonishment and incredible regret.

Regret to provoke Chen Zong.

dead!

Chen Zong quickly moved his hands and feet, took away several mustard bags from Han Qiuxie, and did not inspect them.

...

"Qiu Xie ... Qiu Xie ..." The elders of the Blackwater Sect's Extreme Nine Peak called for a few times, but could not get a response.

Full of anger, full of murderous eyes, a horrible breath slammed into the air, such as a hurricane howl, a terrible black wave pervaded the entire palace, and it was about to exterminate everything.

Han Qiuxie, but the black disciple's big disciple, has high hopes, and the future black water suzerainian is expected to step into the top genius of the spiritual realm.

Entering this sub-world this time, in the eyes of all the elders of Heishuizong, this elder is just an experience, an experience that will not be fatal.

Because the people in Heishuizong will not deal with Han Qiuxie. The other three Chinese forces are even less courageous unless they want to be extinct.

Never thought that someone would dare to kill Han Qiuxie.

After being furious, the elders of Heishuizong slowly calmed down and looked carefully.

"These two people were killed by Qiu Xie." Looking at the elder, the elder knew who the Liu family and the people of Lingxin Pavilion were dead in, but the focus was on who was killed by Han Qiu Xie.

"This is the scar caused by sword gas." Staring at Han Qiuxie's eyebrows, the elder's eyes narrowed, extremely gloomy, but he said with absolute certainty: "Jiu Xie was killed with just one hit. He has superb accomplishments and is much stronger than Qiu Xie. "

"Lingxin Pavilion."

The people in Lingxinge did not know that they carried a black pot for Chen Zong.

"A Thousand Temples!"

Chen Zong stared at the plaque above, saying it word by word.

All the other palaces have no name. Only this palace has it. At least the dozen palaces that Chen Zong walked through were so.

Perhaps this palace is special.

Step in, step in.

The palace looked very empty, with murals on all four walls. Chen Zong glanced over the contents of the murals. It was very simple.

That move looks simple too.

Immediately, Chen Zong's eyes fell on the center of the palace, and there was a bell.

The bell is dark golden, exuding a majestic and simple charm from time to time, about two meters high, the diameter of the bell mouth is about one and a half meters, and the bell body is full of patterns, which are also many martial arts figures.

Chen Zong also saw the text on the bell.

"Tell me thousands of exercises and break the thousands of bells!"

"Should you break this bell?" Chen Zong reached out and knocked. The dull voice circulated, extremely magnificent, and his fingers could feel the amazing hardness of the bell body.

Point at the sword with a finger, and use 50% of your strength.

A dull clang emanated from the bell body and circulated within the palace, but the bell body was intact.

One point of strength!

A more dull voice sounded, but the bell body was still intact.

Staring at the clock body, Chen Zong draws his sword, with a force of ten, kills with one sword.

Mind sword asks heart!

cut!

With the sound of a clang, the terrible reaction force passed through the sword's body, directly hitting the arm, causing Chen Zong's arm to tremble, tingling slightly, and the blood almost rushed into the body against the current, and the bell body was still intact.

"Pass me thousands of exercises ..." Chen Zong couldn't help thinking, then looked at the figure on the clock, and then looked at the figures on the walls.

"Does it have to be a thousand ways to break this bell?"

"Try it."

Thinking of this, Chen Zong converged his spirit, returned his sword to his sheath, took a deep breath, and mobilized his strength.

Qianlianquan!

A bang, a hundred times of compression force, and a fierce bombardment on the clock, still a dull and trembling voice, but Chen Zong obviously felt different, was not shaken, and the clock body slightly shook .

Qian Lian Zhang!

Thousand Fingers!

Thousands of legs!

Thousands of storms!

Boom boom!

The dull sounds continued to shake away from the bell body, impacting in all directions, but not as before, there would be a force of shock to Chen Zong.

Attacks again and again, the bell body was shaken again and again, shaking.

"Not enough, not enough."

Chen Zong attacked again and again and again and again.

The storm swept through, gradually spreading out, flooding the entire Qianlian Temple.

The figures on the four walls of Qianlian Hall seemed to come alive. After practicing martial arts, the figures on Zhong's body also moved.

Chen Zong's spiritual knowledge was unknowingly spread out and permeated the whole palace, and the exercises of all shadows were incorporated into the sea of ​​knowledge.

The martial arts practiced by these figures seem to be simple, but they are implicitly mysterious. Gradually, Chen Zongming is enlightened. This is clearly a practice method of the thousand spiritual spirits.

In the previous practice, Chen Zong realized his own enlightenment. Now, he has been inspired. For a moment, inspiration bursts out and he is broken.

Qianlianquan ... compressed again.

One hundred and one times!

One hundred and two times!

...

Although the efficiency of compression is getting slower and slower, there is still a significant improvement, and it is finally fixed at 200 times.

Next are Qianlian Palm, Qianlian Fingers, Qianlian Legs.

All of them were raised to two hundred times, and the power increased greatly. The power of the millennium storm that was exhibited was significantly enhanced.

Boom boom!

The muffled sound became more intense.

Click!

It was very slight, but was clearly captured by Chen Zong. I saw a tiny crack on the bell, like a small gap on the bank, and gradually expanded under the impact of the torrent.

Click!

Click!

More and more sounds sounded, and the cracks on the bell continued to spread until it covered the whole bell.

Thousands of storms!

"What is this voice?"

"Where's the voice coming from?"

As the sound became louder and louder, it continued to spread, and as the air passed further away, someone heard it. They stopped and discerned the source of the sound. Then, they quickly rushed past the direction in which the sound came .

At the same time, Chen Zong's last hit was extremely harsh.

The bell body was torn open and then burst.

"This is ..." After the explosion, in the original position, there was a half-meter-high cylinder. On the cylinder, a dark golden fist-sized metal was placed, which looked extremely simple and extremely thick. Its diamond horns Irregularly, when Chen Zong stared, he could see a dark golden metal block with a restrained edge.

But anyway, it will be received here, it is definitely extraordinary, and quickly put it away, and found that some text was carved in the original dark golden metal.

"Thousands of refined gold and forged treasures."

When Chen Zong emptied this thousand refined gold, a figure also rushed in at an astonishing speed, like lightning, and his thunderous glance quickly swept away, seeing the fragments that exploded all around, I saw the round half-meter-high pillar ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ and finally fell on Chen Zong's body.

"It's you." The visitor is the elder in the middle of the extreme of Thunderknife. His eyes seemed to contain thunder and stare at Chen Zong, and his voice was low and roaring like thunder: "What do you find here? Take it out."

boom!

The sword is raging and shaking!

Chen Zong erupted, and the terrible breath was permeated, and he did not fear the other side.

In the previous battle, it seemed to be a tie, but Chen Zong had the confidence to kill the other party. The reason why he did not kill him was because it took time and delay to find other treasures.

But since the refined gold has fallen into his own hands, there is absolutely no reason to hand it over.

In this way, there can only be one battle.

In this way, they can only kill each other.

Feeling the horror of the outbreak of Chen Zong, Elder Thunderknife's complexion suddenly changed, and he hesitated for a moment.

This momentum, not only is not weaker than himself, but even stronger, and really started to work, he may not be able to kill each other as he wishes.

At this time, another figure flew from the outside, light and flexible like the wind.

At the same glance, he finally fell on Chen Zong's body, his pupils contracted, and an eerie sharp mang burst out.

The elders in the middle of the ninth stage of Lingxin Pavilion.

"Where is the treasure?" Elder Lingxinge said, his voice sharp, like a sharp sword.

"Has been gained by this son," said Elder Thunderknife.

"Give it out." The Elder Lingxinge did not play against Chen Zong. Although he felt that Chen Zong's momentum was strong, he was no less than himself, but he didn't pay too much attention.

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