Sword God

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The mountain wind roars, the sea of ​​clouds is surging, and the light and shadow are chaotic.

Chen Zong came out with a sword, glowing and spreading in all directions. The light disappeared. The sword was already in the sheath, as if never pulled out.

The mountain wall in front is like tofu, and a new sword mark is added, and the starting end is sharp.

"The same power is consumed, and the power of the Skylight Cloud Shadow Sword is at least 10% higher." Chen Zongxi said.

Tianguang Yunying Sword is undoubtedly the strongest swordsmanship that he has mastered. He did not find any clues before, but now he has realized that he will incorporate the essence of the light swordsmanship into it and improve it by 10%.

10%, it doesn't sound strong, the actual effect is obvious.

The warriors fought, and the difference of one point was enough to determine life and death.

Drawing a sword, the sword is bright, like a starlight shining, as if a lonely star emerges, and when it dissipates, a new sword hole is added to the mountain wall, three inches deep.

The mountain wall has been subjected to wind and rain for many years, and it is quite hard. It can penetrate three inches with one sword, and its power is amazing.

"Are you a disciple of Jian Yaotang from Qi Yao Wu Yuan?" Suddenly, a gentle voice came, Chen Zong looked back alertly, wondering when a person stood more than ten meters behind, looking like he was thirty or forty years old. , Looks very ordinary, but those eyes are memorable.

Bright as a sword out of the sheath, as deep as the ocean.

A white robe, personable, and elegant, with a sword around his waist, as if a decoration, like ancient scholars like to wear a sword.

But if anyone really thinks so, I don't know how to die.

Chen Zongrui found that when the Dafeng wind passed, the man's hair and clothing angle never fluttered for half a minute, as if still. The man was standing there, but gave himself an illusion, like a cloud in the sky. Unpredictable change.

Extremely alert, Chen Zong's eyes were sharp, staring at each other.

Maybe not, but I won't sit still.

"What's your name?" The middle-aged man spoke again. The gentle voice seemed to contain a force to soothe the heart, without the slightest malice, and gradually relaxed Chen Zong's inner urgency.

"Chen Zong." Chen Zong's voice was solemn.

"The swordsmanship is good." The middle-aged man seemed to have not seen the alertness and alertness in Chen Zong's eyes, and smiled slightly. After his voice fell, his body disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

"It's weird ..." Chen Zong shook his head, confused, with an unreal feeling, and was sure that someone had just appeared in front of himself and talked to himself.

"Exercise?"

"Should not be."

"Is it Zhenwu Realm ..." Thinking of this, Chen Zong couldn't help but breathe air-conditioning.

I have been passed down the real dragon descendants, and I also know the existence of Zhenwu Realm. This is the first time that I have seen a living Zhenwu Realm strong, shaking his head, Zhenwu Realm is still too far away.

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"The refining and refining of two essences and blood fruits, to achieve the six-level peak of Qi and Blood, the power of Tianguang Yunying Sword has been increased by 10%, and the Lone Star Sword Technique has reached the level of Xiaocheng first, and the overall strength has improved.

Carrying the scorpion tail, the iron scales of the bloodthirsty ironscale beast and the fangs and claws, etc., Chen Zong quickly descended the mountain.

After going up the mountain for a few days, it's his turn to enter the boiling pool tomorrow. It is precisely by virtue of the strength of the boiling pool that he will break through to the seventh floor of Qi and Blood.

When stepping into Jianyaotang, it was too late.

"... There is ... Zhenwu ..."

"Also ... practicing sword ..."

"... Speaking of martial arts ..."

Someone walked in the distance, the conversation was intermittent, and only the words fell into his ears, Chen Zong thoughtfully.

Head straight to Baiwu Pavilion, hand in ten scorpion tails and one blood fruit, get the voucher, and sell the six scorpion tails and some herbs and bloodthirsty iron scale beasts.

Baiwuge is not only responsible for tasks, but also has the task of acquiring herbal monsters and other materials. In the end, Chen Zong also received tens of thousands of white jade money. Most of the materials from the bloodthirsty iron scale animal were damaged. Obviously, the value will be higher.

At this point, Bai Yushan's punishment was completed, and the rest had nothing to do with him. He bought an altar of ten pounds of spirits and returned to the small courtyard. He threw the essence of blood nedan into it and sealed it, waiting for seven hundred forty-nine days. Can be opened for drinking.

Leave the courtyard to the dining hall.

"Isn't that Chen Zong?"

"He came back alive."

"I presumably ran back dingy."

Every disciple of Jian Yaotang knew that Chen Zong was punished by Bai Yushan. He wanted to take ten scorpion tails and a blood fruit. When he saw Chen Zong disappeared, he appeared again and was intact. Endlessly.

Ignoring them, Chen Zong went to the ninth courtyard to find Chen Chuyun, but Chen Chuyun was not there.

The courtyard on the eighty-eighth.

After a short break, Chen Zong practiced his sword.

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"Successfully completed the task of punishment." Bai Yushan was very surprised when he received the news, his eyes narrowed, and a faint flash of light flashed, thinking that Chen Zong not only reached a point where his swordsmanship had changed, but he was alone in just ten days. When Xingwenshi practiced to get started, there was an indescribable jealousy in her heart.

He didn't know yet that Chen Zong's swordsmanship actually reached the level of five swords. The advent of the lonely swordsmanship and lonely stars also reached the level of Xiaocheng. Otherwise, I don't know if I will directly mention the sword to kill eight. The courtyard on the eighteenth.

"Cousin, Bai Zhongping didn't come back." Bai Yulou said directly, let Bai Yushan be confused, and after learning about the cause and effect, Bai Yushan's tone was firm: "Chen Zong is indeed a bit strong, but he can't be Zhong Ping's opponent. "

There are six layers of Qi and Blood, and one layer of Qi and Blood. There is a seventh layer of Qi and Blood between them. The gap is very obvious. No matter how clever Chen Zongjian is, it is impossible to cross this gap.

"I think so too, just a little uneasy." Bai Yulou said, shaking his head: "Maybe Bai Zhongping did not find Chen Zong."

After practicing the sword, nourishing energy.

The sky was bright, Chen Zong collected the sword and left the small courtyard. After going to the dining hall for breakfast, he quickly went to Bafang Yuanwuchang.

Bafang Yuanwuchang has eight roads, seven of which lead to Qitang respectively, and the eighth to the Boiled Blood Pond Building and other places.

The boiling pool is opened once a day, from 8 am to 8 pm for a total of twelve hours, for twelve people to practice.

Without time to enter, those warriors naturally will not run over to waste time.

Fortunately, Qi Yao Wu Yuan has stipulated that one day before entering the boiling blood pool, no one else can challenge again, otherwise it is estimated that there will be many people on the Bafang Yuanwu field who are preparing to challenge to replace the quota.

Moving along the curved gravel road, about 10 minutes after walking quickly, Chen Zong saw the road sign pointing to the left, which said the boiling pool, and the front pointing to Qiyao Hall, then only the big event will open, and the right It leads to the office building.

"I heard that there are iron men and bronze men in the office building. I don't know what it looks like?" Chen Zong was a little curious, but the office building opened occasionally, and he could not enter before he opened it.

After walking about a few minutes, Chen Zong saw a huge stone house, blue-grey, round, and the top was like a large bowl with a buckle.

Twelve people arrived at the boiling pool, and some knew each other, talked to each other, and some were strange and irrelevant.

"Do you know why the boiling blood pool only opens for twelve hours a day?" An eight-tier disciple of Wu Yaotang's Qi and Blood Realm seemed to be showing off, and said to the two disciples of Qi and Blood next to him.

"Could you please enlighten me?" The two men were respectful.

"As soon as the boiling blood pool is opened, it will continue to emit pure blood, and when we enter it, we will absorb the pure blood and cultivate. The twelve hours that we do not open, is to create pure blood." She nodded in favor and said rather arrogantly.

"Excuse me, then, brother, how does the boiling blood pool produce pure blood?" A person beside him couldn't help asking, his face was curious.

Chen Zong is also very curious, after all, I feel that the boiling blood pool looks amazing.

"Just knowing the benefits of going into the boiling blood pool is good, and ask so much." The eight-layer look of Qi and Blood suffocated, and then, a little annoyed, because he did not know how the Blood Pool created pure blood. of.

As soon as he was scolded, no one asked again, and suddenly became silent, waiting for time to come.

At eight o'clock, the door of Shishi opened on time, and twelve mermaids entered.

"Give the ranking wooden sign," said the deacon of the boiling pool manager in a brown robe beside the entrance of the door.

The twelve took out their ranking wooden signs and gave them to each other.

"Remember, do n’t run around after you go in. One person chooses a training room. No noise, no noise, no conflict. Offenders are disqualified directly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com shall not enter the boiling pool for another year." The deacon voice was very loud. He had a rough tone and a bad temper, but nobody ignored him.

Walking into the stone chamber, Chen Zong could see the center of the stone chamber surrounded by a transparent crystal. Inside it was a blood-red pool of water with a diameter of about five meters. It was very viscous and boiled like magma, with blood-colored bubbles emerging. After the rupture, a red mist filled the air, spreading in all directions.

Around the blood pond, there are twelve small practice rooms around, each of them chooses one to enter, sitting cross-legged on a futon made of silver thread.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong could smell the smell of fish and drill into his nostrils, and his blood seemed to be summoned.

Goo Goo Goo Goo

The sound of blood bubbles continued, seemingly with a strange rhythm.

Warm and warm, as if immersed in a hot spring, is very comfortable, making people want to lie down here and have a good sleep.

"I really don't know how this pure blood was made. It can't appear out of thin air." Chen Zong whispered to himself: "I heard that this boiling pool has existed for hundreds of years, even if It's amazing to be able to make it yourself and consume it. It has been so many years. "

Immediately, he shook his head again.

"I came here to practice, not to explore the secrets of the boiling pool."

Speaking of it, get rid of all distractions, focus on yourself, and start to run Zhen Jiantian.

The third level of true sword power is not only able to increase the power of swords and swords by 20%, but also has a training speed and recovery speed of 35%. And go.

Compared with Chen Zong, the other eleven people are not bad, but the skills they practice are the highest grades, and they have not practiced to the fourth level, which is far from the third level of Zhenjian's absolute skill.