In the following days, Chen Zong lived in seclusion. He spent most of his time cultivating in seclusion in his palace. From time to time, he would enter the Mind Elephant Pavilion to study sword skills and other martial arts skills, such as body refining skills and martial arts skills.
Occasionally, Chen Zong would take some time to go to the Star Battle Pagoda.
There were no special restrictions in the Star Battle Pagoda. If there was a restriction, it would be that only true disciples were qualified. Because only true disciples could be rated as having a battle strength above the star level.
The purpose of the Star Battle Pagoda was naturally to use battle to nurture battle. In the first few floors, Chen Zong only used his body refining strength to fight. He would only draw his sword when his body refining strength could no longer keep up.
Once!
Twice!
Thrice!
Unknowingly, time flew. In the blink of an eye, more than two years had passed.
Two years was actually very short and insignificant for the Imminent Spirit realm. But for the top geniuses, it was enough time for them to improve.
On the seventh floor of the Star Battle Pagoda, Chen Zong was fighting fiercely with a seven-star demon barbarian warrior.
Every time he challenged the Star Battle Pagoda, his opponent was not fixed.
His current opponent on the seventh floor was the apeman barbarian. Chen Zong only used his body refining strength to fight against his opponent.
The Sky Dipper Fist continuously blasted out. Like a meteor shower, it was dazzling and dazzling, completely enveloping the apeman barbarian. The apeman barbarian's battle strength was astonishing, and his technique was profound. He constantly smashed the meteor fist force with his fists.
Close!
Chen Zong suddenly kicked out like a giant elephant. It seemed slow, but it contained a terrifying power. The timing was perfect. It was as if the apeman barbarian had sent himself to Chen Zong's kick.
With a boom, like the beating of a drum, the apeman barbarian's body shook and flew out. His blood and Qi were shaken, and the light red lines on his body flickered.
Naturally, this kick was also a physique refinement art of the Grand Innate Technique, named Mammoth Crumbles the Heavens. It was an innate technique that Chen Zong had found in the Pavilion of Will Perception. Generations of experts of the Heavenly Palace of Will had gathered it from the outside world and stored it in the Pavilion of Will for future generations to comprehend and comprehend.
Chen Zong had cultivated many body-refining martial arts and Divine Abilities. Coupled with the continuous battles, he had also continuously dug out his body-refining potential and transformed it into strength, becoming stronger and stronger.
Previously, Chen Zong could only fight against a six-star fighter. Now, he could fight against a seven-star fighter. This showed how much progress Chen Zong had made over the past two years.
But in the end, Chen Zong was still unable to defeat the seven-star apeman demon barbarian. This battle was evenly matched, and it also proved that Chen Zong's strength in body cultivation had indeed reached the seven-star level.
Over the past two years, Chen Zong's martial arts had become more and more profound, and his vision had been further broadened.
His understanding of demons and barbarians had also increased.
Demons and barbarians had very strong physiques, but their main source of strength was the light red lines on their bodies, which were called totems among the barbarians.
Every barbarian would go through constant battles from birth until they grew up. When they grew to a certain extent, they would draw their own totems on their bodies and receive the blessing of the totem power. From there, they would break the shackles and surpass the limit, gaining one-star combat strength in one fell swoop.
Some of the gifted barbarians could even reach the two-star level or even the three-star level after they had stimulated their totem power. They could even reach a higher level of fighting strength.
It could be said that totems were the source of power for barbarians and barbarians.
The Demon Barbarian Warriors corresponded to the Path Manipulation Realm.
As for the Yuan Underworld Realm, they were called Demon Barbarian Warriors. Their totems had undergone a transformation, and they had mastered more mysterious and powerful powers, which were not something that the Demon Barbarian Warriors could compare to.
In addition, the known barbarians were divided into ten tribes. The apeman demon barbarian belonged to the Barbarian Ape Tribe, also known as the Barbarian Ape Tribe. The bearman demon barbarian came from the Barbarian Bear Tribe of the Barbarian Bear Tribe.
Different tribes of Barbarian Beasts had different characteristics, and their totem powers were also different.
Chen Zong had fought with the Demon Barbarian Warriors of different tribes many times, so he was very clear about the methods they had mastered.
Among the ten barbarian tribes, the strongest was the Barbaric Dragon Tribe, which was said to be the royal tribe of the barbarians.
After them were the Barbarian Flood Dragon Tribe, the Barbarian Ape Tribe, and the Barbarian Elephant Tribe, which were known as the elite tribes of the barbarians.
Of course, the Barbarian Flood Dragon Tribe was the true elite tribe. As for the Barbarian Ape Tribe and the Barbarian Elephant Tribe, they were only there to make up the numbers, but they were indeed better than the other six tribes.
Draw the sword!
With a flash of sword light, the Ten Thousand Returning Swords slashed out, instantly killing the Barbarian Ape Tribe warrior.
The eighth floor!
Every time before, Chen Zong had stopped at the eighth floor and perished together with the barbarian warriors on the eighth floor.
"This time, I'm going to step into the ninth floor," Chen Zong said to himself. Thinking of the second sword of the Ten Thousand Returning Swords, he felt more confident.
His opponent on the eighth floor was the Barbarian Elephant Tribe warrior. He had a huge body and was extremely strong. His strength was unparalleled and terrifying.
The punch was like a giant elephant swinging its trunk, bringing with it an extremely berserk momentum as it blasted towards Ye Xiwen.
Ten Thousand Returning Swords!
After the sword attack, Chen Zong flew back, and a light flashed in his eyes.
Sword Principle Field!
In an instant, a 300-meter Sword Principle Field was activated in the air and suppressed the Barbarian Elephant Tribe warrior, causing him to tremble slightly.
Heart Fire!
In an instant, the sixfold Heart Fire overlapped on his body and burned continuously.
In more than two years, Chen Zong had not built the seventh Heart Palace. It was too difficult, and he had not even reached the entry level. Of course, this was also limited by Chen Zong's own cultivation base.
Taichu Sword Spirit Power!
All of his power burst out in an instant, without holding back, just to display the strongest sword attack.
The sword rose and the sword light fell, merging into the Sword Principle Field. In an instant, it was as if a painting of mountains and rivers had spread out, directly engulfing the Barbarian Elephant Tribe.
The second form of the Ten Thousand Swords: Picturesque Mountains and Rivers!
It was a poetic name and a beautiful painting. It was as if there were mountains standing tall and rivers flowing around them. If a thatched cottage was built on top of it, one could lean on a rock to fish and swim in a lonely boat. How pleasant would that be?
However, that was not the case.
That mountain was a sword mountain, a mountain formed by sword energy. As for the water, it was water formed by sword energy.
The mountain was majestic and majestic, standing tall on the ground and pointing to the sky. It suppressed everything, and it directly suppressed the Barbarian Elephant Tribe warrior, causing him to be unable to move in an instant.
This sword mountain had integrated the suppressive power of the Sword Principle Field.
The river water flowed, surrounded by sword Qi, and cut like water dripping through a stone. If one sword Qi was not enough, then ten, a hundred, a thousand, the river water condensed by sword Qi was more than a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand. In an instant, the river water surrounded and cut the Barbarian Elephant Tribe warrior's body.
The Barbarian Elephant Tribe warrior's body was huge and strong, and his skin was extremely tough. His defense was amazing, but he still could not resist the river of sword Qi.
Explode!
The Barbarian Elephant Tribe warrior burst out with astonishing totemic power.
In an instant, under the attack of the Barbarian Elephant Tribe warrior, the Picturesque Mountains and Rivers sword was also broken. However, the Barbarian Elephant Tribe warrior who had burst out with totemic power died.
"The Picturesque Mountains and Rivers sword is still not enough." Chen Zong frowned slightly. In his imagination, when this sword was used, even if the Barbarian Elephant Tribe warrior burst out with totemic power, they would not be able to break it.
However, it had been broken, which could only mean that this sword was not enough.
Of course, this sword had just been created not long ago, and it still needed to be improved. Battles were a good way to improve it.
"The ninth floor, here I come." Chen Zong's heart was burning with excitement.
In the past two years, he had challenged the Battle Star Tower more than a dozen times, but each time, he had been stopped at the eighth floor. This time, he was finally going to step into the ninth floor.
His opponent on the ninth floor was the Barbarian Elephant Tribe, which Chen Zong had never seen before.
The Barbarian Flood Dragon Tribe!
This was the elite tribe of the Barbarian Elephant Tribe.
The Barbarian Flood Dragon Tribe was not very tall. They were about two meters tall, but their body structure looked more reasonable than that of the Barbarian Elephant Tribe. Every muscle was streamlined, and they had both strength and speed, as well as astonishing explosive power.
When Chen Zong saw the Barbarian Flood Dragon Tribe warrior, he knew that he was no match for him.
This feeling was never wrong.
However, death in the Battle Star Tower was not real death, so he did not have to worry about it at all. He could fight with all his might.
Ten Thousand Swords!
The sword, combined with the 300-meter Sword Principle Field, broke through the air in an instant, and its power was even stronger.
However, the Barbarian Flood Dragon Tribe warrior sneered. His eyes were cold and ruthless. He waved his scaly arm in the air and immediately shattered the sword light. Then, the second attack came in an instant.
It was fast, powerful, and explosive. That attack was extremely tyrannical and violent.
Picturesque Mountains and Rivers!
Chen Zong exploded with all his power and used his strongest sword attack.
This sword attack was self-created. Although it was not perfect, it was more suitable for him to use it with his sword. It was not inferior to the Great Refining Secret Sword Technique at all.
This was because this sword attack was the most compatible with the Extreme Heart Phaseless Sword.
A beautiful picture scroll opened up. The mountains and rivers were as beautiful as a picture scroll, but it was not drawn by ink. Instead, it was formed by sword qi and the sword light of the Extreme Heart Phaseless Sword.
Compared to before, the combination of this sword attack was even tighter.
In an instant, the Barbarian Flood Dragon Tribe warrior was suppressed. The sword qi surrounded him and cut him into pieces.
However, the Barbarian Flood Dragon Tribe warrior was extremely strong. He did not ignite his totem power. He only used his normal strength to block the suppression and cutting of the picturesque landscape. He punched and kicked, broke through the suppression and entanglement of the landscape, and closed in on Chen Zong.
In just five moves, Chen Zong was killed by the Barbarian Flood Dragon Tribe warrior.
A nine-star battle power was much stronger than an eight-star battle power. Furthermore, the Barbarian Flood Dragon Tribe warrior was even stronger.
Although he had lost this battle, Chen Zong did not feel discouraged at all. Instead, he had gained a better understanding of the level of his battle prowess.
Also, he knew where the flaws of the picturesque landscape were and where he should work hard to perfect it.
Cultivation was not afraid of failure or setbacks. It was only afraid of losing one's goal and not knowing where to go.
After calculating the time, it was time for him to leave.
The Sword Sparring Event would begin in a few months. If he left now, he could arrive earlier.
Arriving earlier was better than being late. After all, if he was late, he might lose this opportunity. There might not be a next time. It would be a pity.
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