"Chen Zong actually challenged the 298th ranked warrior on the Heavenly Generals Ranking!"
When Wang Zhan came out of seclusion and heard the news, he was extremely shocked. How long had it been? Even if he had a good harvest in the Small Scripture, it was impossible to improve so quickly.
Although Ye Daolin's ranking continued to rise after he came out of the Small Dao Trove until he reached the hundredth rank, that was within the span of a hundred years, not just a few short years.
They all came out of seclusion and expressed their shock.
Chen Zong, on the other hand, was constantly comprehending in the Sword Palace of the Divine Martial Palace. Under the Ten Intents of Mind, the effect of his comprehension was extremely shocking.
Unknowingly, time passed, and the cultivation time in the Nine Divine Palaces was used up. Chen Zong was also expelled.
In his mind, countless inspirations emerged one after another. Every moment, there were many rays of light colliding, making Chen Zong feel that he could grasp everything.
Improve!
The Sword Way Ao Wu that he had created himself had been improved further, from the Seventh Order Ao Wu to the Eighth Order Ao Wu. The Ninth Order Ao Wu, Fleeting Lightning, had also been cultivated to the Great Accomplishment Realm, but it was not so easy to improve it to the Perfection Realm. Chen Zong estimated that his cultivation would have to break through to the Peak of the Divine Manifestation Realm first.
Compared to before, his strength had increased again, but Chen Zong understood that it would be difficult for him to enter the top two hundred. Since that was the case, there was no need to challenge.
After returning to the Heart Sword Palace, Chen Zong went into seclusion for another half a year. He took out one of the three treasures that he had obtained with the War Devil, a simple sword the length of a finger.
The sword was cold and covered with mysterious patterns. At that time, Chen Zong did not see anything special about it. After returning, he spent some time to study it, but he only felt that it was unfathomable, as if it contained extraordinary mysteries, but he could not decipher it.
Therefore, Chen Zong put the sword away. Now, he took it out again to study it.
The patterns on the sword were intertwined with each other, filled with indescribable mysteries. Before, Chen Zong felt like he was reading a heavenly book, but now, he faintly felt an indescribable sensation.
There was a way!
Chen Zong immediately focused all his attention and activated the Ten Realms of Mind. He focused on one of the lines and started to comprehend it.
As soon as he comprehended it, the pattern seemed to twist in an instant, like a dragon or a snake, as if it was about to come to life. Then, Chen Zong felt an irresistible force pulling him. In an instant, he was directly pulled into a battlefield. Under Chen Zong's gaze, the pattern twisted and turned into a figure holding a sword. The figure attacked with a sword.
His experience, which had been honed through countless trials and tribulations, erupted subconsciously. He dodged and counterattacked.
The sword-wielding figure was instantly shattered.
But then, the other lines seemed to be attracted by it as well. They moved one after another and landed on the battlefield, turning into figures holding swords. They were densely packed, as if there were thousands of them scattered all over the place. An astonishing aura of sharpness spread out, filling all directions.
Chen Zong felt as if he had fallen into a sea of Sword Qi. He was horrified.
Kill!
Around him, there were sword-wielding silhouettes formed by Sword Qi waving their swords to attack.
Straight Stab!
Horizontal Cut!
The swordsmanship displayed by the two figures holding swords was extremely simple. It was not Ao Wu, but very basic swordsmanship. However, it was the basic swordsmanship that made Chen Zong feel threatened. It was as if it had returned to its original state and contained amazing power.
Facing the attack, Chen Zong naturally would not wait for death. He immediately waved his sword.
But here, Chen Zong found that his powerful strength seemed to have disappeared. What was left was the ordinary strength. Moreover, he could not perform Ao Wu. He could only perform swordsmanship.
Fighting with swordsmanship!
Regarding this, Chen Zong did not panic at all. He had encountered similar situations many times before.
Dodge, counterattack, and kill.
In the outside world, Chen Zong was holding the small sword. His eyes were fixed on it as he maintained a motionless posture. However, three of the patterns on the sword had disappeared one after another.
The lines on the blade were actually broken by swordsmanship. No one knew who left them.
As Chen Zong kept fighting, the lines on the blade kept disappearing and disappearing.
However, there were thousands of lines on the small blade. Even if dozens of lines disappeared, it was difficult to see them as a whole.
But when more than a hundred lines disappeared, it was obvious.
A hundred lines!
Two hundred lines!
When 300 lines disappeared, Chen Zong's body suddenly shook. The light in his eyes dimmed. His head unconsciously raised back, as if it was suddenly pushed by an invisible force. Even his body leaned back and unconsciously took a step back.
Defeated!
In the beginning, Chen Zong kept winning with his excellent swordsmanship. But as the number of opponents increased, Chen Zong was besieged. The greater the pressure, the greater the threat. Finally, he was injured. Once he was injured, his strength was somewhat affected. He gradually fell into a disadvantageous position and was finally defeated.
Just now, it was actually Chen Zong's consciousness that entered the small blade. It was very mysterious and magical.
Chen Zong found that 300 lines on the small blade had disappeared.
"The number of sword-wielding figures that I killed is exactly 300." Chen Zong narrowed his eyes slightly. There must be a direct connection between them.
Immediately, Chen Zong felt a suction coming from the blade. The surrounding Qi of the Universe was immediately absorbed. One of the 300 lines that had disappeared was condensing again, or in other words, recovering.
At this speed, it would condense and recover in about 15 minutes.
Although Chen Zong did not know what secrets were in the blade, he found that it was very beneficial for him to practice his swordsmanship when he entered it with his consciousness and fought with his enemies with his swordsmanship.
But now, he was killed in it and his consciousness felt weak. Chen Zong planned to enter it again after the feeling of weakness disappeared.
The feeling of weakness in his consciousness did not last long. It disappeared after about two hours. However, when Chen Zong wanted to enter his consciousness into the blade again, he could not do it.
"What's going on?" Staring at the blade, Chen Zong was a little surprised and doubtful. Could it be that he could only enter it once?
If that was the case, wouldn't it be a pity?
Looking at the lines that were condensing and forming, Chen Zong suddenly thought of something else.
Could it be that he could only enter it again after the lines were completely replenished?
15 minutes later, a line was condensed and formed. Immediately, the second line was also condensing.
Sure enough, it followed the pattern of 15 minutes. Then, did he really need to replenish all the lines on it before he could enter it again?
Whether it was true or not, he would find out when he tried it.
The recovery time for one vein line was fifteen minutes, and there were three hundred veins that needed to be recovered. There were eighty minutes in two hours, which meant that eight veins could be recovered in two hours. Then, the recovery time for three hundred veins would be thirty-seven and a half hours, which was a little more than three days. It was not long.
In the blink of an eye, more than three days had passed. The 300 lines on the blade were completely restored.
Chen Zong focused his mind again and stared at one of the lines. Slowly, Chen Zong felt that the line seemed to contain infinite mystery, as if it was about to come to life.
In the next moment, an irresistible force burst out and directly wrapped Chen Zong's consciousness. In an instant, it left his body and entered the blade.
There seemed to be a world of its own inside the blade.
The Sword Qi fell and turned into figures holding swords, scattered in all directions. Every figure seemed to be shrouded in darkness. Their faces could not be seen clearly, but they were all filled with an amazing aura of sharpness.
Kill!
In an instant, a figure holding a sword rushed toward him.
Suddenly, a sword pierced toward him. The swordsmanship seemed simple, but there was a kind of mystery in it that returned to simplicity.
Chen Zong did not move, nor did he dodge. He only swung his sword, and the two swords clashed in that instant. After slightly pushing his opponent's sword aside, he borrowed the force of the collision to slightly increase the speed of his sword. It turned into a dazzling silver light that pierced through the air and directly pierced through his opponent's throat.
Kill!
Then, two sword-wielding silhouettes arrived with swords in hand.
Chen Zong still did not move. He waved his sword. His swordsmanship was mysterious. Not only did he block the attacks of the two figures, but he also counterattacked and killed them in an instant.
Compared to the first time, Chen Zong's swordsmanship did not improve in essence, but it was more efficient and more concise.
The third group, four figures holding swords, came from four directions.
The fourth group consisted of eight sword-wielding silhouettes charging from all directions.
The fifth group consisted of sixteen sword-wielding silhouettes charging from all directions.
The number of people in the next group was twice as large as the previous one. Moreover, their swordsmanship seemed simple, but it was very efficient. They simplified the complicated and abandoned the fancy, only keeping the original function.
As the number of people increased, the threat to Chen Zong also increased. Chen Zong could no longer stay still. He had to move to deal with the attacks from all directions.
Even though Chen Zong's swordsmanship was excellent, he felt tired for a moment. After all, there were too many opponents, each of them with excellent swordsmanship and great threats.
Kill, kill, kill!
Chen Zong's expression was incomparably calm. With a sword in hand, he showed no fear. He strived to make every sword move as simple and efficient as possible. He wanted to bring out his strength to the fullest, using the least amount of energy to achieve the greatest effect.
This kind of battle was very intense. Although Chen Zong could feel that he could recover his energy as soon as he used it, and that he was in a state of balance under his control, the battle was too intense, and it caused him to feel a deep sense of exhaustion.
The enemies were not only the figures holding swords coming from all directions, but also the accumulated fatigue from the battle. The combination of the two factors had a greater impact on him.
Fight, fight, fight!
More and more figures holding swords died under his sword. Similarly, Chen Zong, who had not been injured in the beginning, was gradually injured, and the sword wounds on his body were accumulating.
When the 401st figure holding swords died under Chen Zong's sword, Chen Zong was also hit by three swords at the same time.
Death!
As Chen Zong's consciousness returned to his body, an indescribable feeling of weakness spread out. Four hundred and one of the patterns on the sword disappeared. However, as Chen Zong's consciousness left, the disappeared patterns began to recover.
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