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Blood Qi Shift!
Block!
Retreat!
Sheathing the sword!
Crouching Sword Style!
Traces of sharp aura spread out and locked onto Tang Junluo, causing his expression to turn serious.
Activating the Art of the Hidden Dragon to its limit, his blood Qi surged like a flood dragon, emitting a great pressure. The dragon pattern on the golden spear in his hand seemed to be affected, spreading a trace of blood.
The Hidden Dragon Spear Art and the Art of the Hidden Dragon were of the same origin. Activating the Art of the Hidden Dragon Spear Art with the Art of the Hidden Dragon would increase the power of the Hidden Dragon Spear Art.
One thousand four hundred jin of strength!
The power of the Hidden Dragon Spear Art increased by the Art of the Hidden Dragon!
Tang Junluo's current strength was absolutely terrifying, but Chen Zong was not inferior either.
Activating the Tiger Roar Art to its limit, his blood Qi surged, as if a ferocious tiger was constantly roaring, emitting the aura of a king of beasts.
One thousand jin of strength!
The Eight Forms of the True Sword that was even more powerful than the Hidden Dragon Spear Art!
Who was stronger and who was weaker could only be determined in a battle.
"What kind of sword art is this?" Elder Tang Zhigu's pupils contracted. From Chen Zong's starting stance, he felt a kind of sharpness. It was a kind of sharpness that seemed to be able to cut through all things.
Elder Xing smiled, but his heart was also shocked. He had seen Chen Zong use this sword art before, which was during the first King of the Chief Disciple Competition. After that, he had not used it again. He did not expect it to appear again today, and it was already at the Perfect Realm. Just the aura alone was many times stronger than the Eagle Strike Sword Art.
"Maybe he won't be defeated." Elder Xing thought to himself. As long as Chen Zong could not be defeated by Tang Junluo's spear, that would be his greatest hope.
Waving his spear, Tang Junluo once again used the Hidden Dragon Spear Art's starting stance — — Hidden Dragon Style!
The starting stance of a martial art was very important. Not only could it be used as a foundation, but it could also hide one's own weaknesses to the extreme, waiting for an opportunity to find the opponent's weakness. The moment of attack was the fastest time.
The air seemed to freeze, the invisible pressure, causing the Martial Disciples to feel suffocated. The sound of saliva swallowing became very clear, and traces of sweat seeped out of their foreheads.
Tang Junluo's eyes collided with Chen Zong's, and it was as if lightning was shooting out.
The Hidden Dragon Spear Art had locked onto Chen Zong with its tyrannical momentum, which was like a hidden dragon soaring into the sky from the abyss. As long as Chen Zong showed the slightest flaw, he would immediately be bombarded like a storm.
The peerless sharpness of the Eight Forms of the Real Sword was also locked onto Tang Junluo. He had no doubt that as long as he showed the slightest flaw, he would be greeted with a sword light that could split mountains.
Their gazes intersected, their auras collided, and their blood and Qi were constantly transported, like a great river surging endlessly. After a long time, the burden on the two was not small. Sweat seeped out from their foreheads and slid down their cheeks.
His aura had been raised to the maximum, and he had no choice but to unleash it.
The spear struck out like a dragon!
Unparalleled Real Sword!
Soaring Dragon Style!
The blood-red dragon pattern on the golden spear seemed to come alive. It turned into a golden and red dragon, rushing out of the abyss. It danced as if it could shatter the sky and hit Chen Zong with unparalleled power.
Crouching Sword Style!
The iron sword was unsheathed. The sound of friction was like the collision of divine iron from outer space, as if there were sparks sputtering out. The sword light was like a crescent moon, cutting through the air. It was so sharp that it could cut through everything. It was aimed at Tang Junluo.
Once it was launched, it was unstoppable.
Swimming Dragon Style!
Coiling Dragon Style!
Flying Dragon Style!
Rising Dragon Style!
Rushing Sword Style!
Ring Sword Style!
Chopping Sword Style!
Chaotic Sword Style!
With the strength of 1,400 kilograms, each of Tang Junluo's spear attacks was extremely powerful, bringing with them an astonishing whistling sound. It was like an earth-shattering wave, or a giant cannon that could shatter the sky.
In terms of strength, Chen Zong was not as good as Tang Junluo, but the Eight Forms of the Real Sword were more powerful than the Hidden Dragon Spear Art. Especially the cultivation of the three key points of speed, accuracy, and stability, made Chen Zong's sword more powerful.
For a moment, the spear shadow was dancing and the sword light was circling. It was too dazzling for the eyes to take in. Time and time again, the collision was so shocking that it was almost deafening.
The spear was in a straight line, and the sword was light.
But Tang Junluo's spear was full of dominance, as if a king was commanding the world.
Chen Zong's sword, on the other hand, was incomparably sharp and could cut through everything.
Hidden Dragon Style, Real Sword!
Who could be stronger?
"Take my last spear attack … Azure Dragon Style!" With a low shout, Tang Junluo's aura broke through the limit and reached a new height. Holding the spear with both hands, his whole body seemed to have become one with the golden spear. He was like an azure dragon falling from the sky, tearing the clouds and tearing the sky, as if he wanted to shatter the earth.
"Exploding Sword Style!" His voice was like a tiger's roar, but also like the sound of metal clashing. It rolled out from the depths of his throat, like a muffled thunder falling from the sky. His feet exerted force, leaving two footprints on the hard ground. His strength surged up, mixed with his blood and Qi, and went straight to his right arm. His right arm instantly swelled up, with blue veins protruding.
Chen Zong didn't hold back at all as he stabbed out with his sword. Not only was his sword sharp, it was also filled with an unparalleled aura.
Countless sparks splashed out. The sword body turned red, and a burnt smell filled the air.
Collision!
Except for Elder Xing and Elder Tang Zhigu, the others only felt their heads shake. The incomparably sharp sound pierced into their ears like needles, causing them to have a headache. Then they couldn't hear anything. They had to close their eyes, otherwise, that dazzling light would blind them.
The terrible impact made the ground look as if it had been cut by a knife, directly cutting a hole.
The spear fell out of their hands, and the iron sword broke. Tang Junluo and Chen Zong both staggered back five steps. Tang Junluo's hands were trembling, and his five fingers were curled up, as if he couldn't straighten them. Chen Zong's right hand was split open, and blood flowed out, dyeing the remaining hilt red.
With a crisp sound, the golden spear fell from the sky and stabbed into the ground. The body of the spear was still shaking, and the iron sword fragments fell like rain, scattering all over the place.
Who won and who lost?
"Hahahaha, not bad, not bad. The Chen family has indeed produced a great genius. This battle is a draw." Elder Tang Zhigu was surprised and quickly said with a smile.
"It's a draw." Elder Xing nodded as a smile blossomed on his old face. He had originally hoped that Chen Zong would be able to withstand Tang Junluo's spear and not be defeated. There would be some difference between a draw and a draw, but now that it was a draw, it was beyond his expectations.
In fact, he could completely see that Chen Zong's disadvantage was in the sword.
Tang Junluo's spear was a treasured iron weapon, while Chen Zong's iron sword was a common iron weapon. The difference was obvious. If Chen Zong's sword was a treasured iron weapon, Tang Junluo might have lost this battle.
But in a battle, there was no such thing as fairness. Background, resources, talent, strength, as long as one embarked on the path of martial arts, it was inevitable. If one was lacking, one could only strive for it.
"Chen Zong, I will remember your name." Tang Junluo said with his hands behind his back, and a smile appeared on his face. "After becoming a martial artist, I will fight with you again. By then, I hope you can change to a better sword."
Tang Junluo and Elder Tang Zhigu took the golden spear and left. When the Martial Disciples of the Chen family came to their senses, they were all very excited.
Chen Yidao and Chen Yuyao looked at Chen Zong's figure, which was not tall and strong, and found that unconsciously, they could only look up to him.
When did this kind of change begin?
Unconsciously, they felt a trace of pride in their hearts. Chen Zong came from the branch family in Little Lake Town with them.
"Chen Zong, very good." Elder Xing walked over and did not hide his admiration. "How many times have you refined your Blood Qi?"
"Five times." Chen Zong did not hide it.
"Have you reached your limit?" Elder Xing asked in surprise.
"Not yet." Chen Zong also answered truthfully.
"That means you can refine your Blood Qi at least six times." Elder Xing was even more surprised.
Refining the Blood Qi six times was the highest record in the Chen family. Chen Zong showed amazing talent in swordsmanship, and now his Blood Qi cultivation talent was also very outstanding, which surprised Elder Xing.
"Good, good, good. Tang Junluo defeated the genius Martial Disciples of the two aristocratic families and the other four families, but he was only blocked by you. Chen Zong, in view of the prestige of the Chen family, you should be rewarded." Elder Xing's tone was a little excited. "Go to the weapons room and get a refined iron sword. Later, I will ask someone to send you a piece of Huyang Strengthening Bone Ointment and a hundred Energy Pills."
"Thank you very much, Elder." Chen Zong smiled sincerely.
"You deserve it." Elder Xing was very satisfied.
"A refined iron sword!" The Martial Disciples were envious, especially those in the swordsmanship group.
Weapons could be divided into three levels: Common Iron, Refined Iron, and Precious Iron.
Most of the Martial Disciples in the family could only use Common Iron weapons. Only after becoming a Martial Disciple could they be given Refined Iron weapons. As for Precious Iron weapons, it was very difficult. Only very important people were qualified to receive them.
In terms of value, a Common Iron sword was about twenty to thirty jade coins, but a Refined Iron sword was at least ten times more valuable. As for Precious Iron, its value was ten times more valuable.
In addition, the reward of a piece of Huyang Strengthening Bone Ointment also made the Martial Disciples jealous.
According to the size, a piece of Huyang Strengthening Bone Ointment could be used to brew at least ten jars of Huyang Strengthening Bone Wine. It had a very obvious effect on refining the Blood Qi. As for Energy Pills, although the effect was not as good, a hundred of them were still a lot.
"Chen Zong, I saw that the Foundation Building Sword Technique you used at the end was very mysterious. What is its name?" Elder Xing asked again.
"Eight Forms of True Sword." Chen Zong pondered for a moment and answered.
"Are you willing to give this sword technique to the clan hall?" Elder Xing's tone was burning, and his eyes were full of expectation. "Don't worry, as long as you are willing, I can make the decision to give you an even higher reward. You can choose any Precious Iron sword and ten pieces of Huyang Strengthening Bone Ointment."
The surrounding Martial Disciples were all breathing rapidly, especially those in the sword technique group, who were about to faint.
Chen Zong was startled and shocked. He was very tempted.
To a sword practitioner, the attraction of a good sword was incomparable. It was not only a hobby, but it was also like an antique collector who obtained a rare antique. It could also bring an obvious increase in one's strength.
It could be said that in the previous battle, if he had a Precious Iron sword in his hand, he would have defeated Tang Junluo.
As for the ten pieces of Huyang Strengthening Bone Ointment, the attraction was also not small.
"Elder, this sword technique was taught by a senior. Without his consent, I can't decide on my own." Chen Zong thought and finally said.
The Eight Forms of True Sword was taught by the mysterious sword tip. It was very mysterious. It was fine if he practiced it himself, but before he figured it out, he did not dare to spread it.
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