Marquis Lin Shan, Marquis Wu Shan, and Yin Luo Sheng, the three Pseudo Transcendent Realm masters, stood in different directions, forming a triangle separated by a hundred meters.
For Pseudo Transcendent Realm masters, the difference between a hundred meters, ten meters, and one meter wasn't much, they could all be crossed in an instant, but at the same time, they could also react quickly and retreat calmly.
In the middle of these three masters, Chen Zong and Yin Luo Sheng's disciple were engaged in a fierce battle.
The two sides had already passed the initial probing stage and the battle was becoming more and more intense.
Yin Luo Sheng's disciple used palm techniques, each of which contained a terrifying amount of power. Under his robe, his arms were like steel, capable of resisting Chen Zong's twin swords.
However, the power of the Red Thunder Sword and Ancient Imperial Sword was so great that Yin Luo Sheng's disciple didn't dare to meet them head on. Only when he couldn't dodge did he have no choice but to use his arms to block.
Sword lights flashed like lightning, sometimes surging like a tidal wave. Chen Zong had already let loose and displayed all his Sword Skills.
Each of his Sword Skills had reached the Subtle Realm, which consumed less Saint Qi and was more powerful.
Like a violent storm, like a flash of light, all of a sudden it transformed into a gentle breeze. The instantaneous change in Sword Skills and power caused Yin Luo Sheng's disciple, who had never fought Chen Zong before and wasn't familiar with Chen Zong, was unable to adapt. His rhythm was disrupted and he was forced into a passive position.
Under his black robe, Yin Luo Sheng's brow furrowed slightly before relaxing. Chen Zong's Sword Skills were far more exquisite than he had expected, but his disciple wasn't so easy to deal with.
Suddenly, two Sword Qi streaked through the air, cutting off Yin Luo Sheng's disciple's path of retreat.
Void Splitting Cross Slash!
The dazzling cross-shaped sword light tore through the air, as if it was going to split the world into four.
Unable to dodge, Yin Luo Sheng's disciple was directly struck.
"Good!"
Someone shouted in a low voice. They naturally hoped that Chen Zong could win and kill him.
However, Chen Zong was not happy at all. The moment his two swords hit his opponent, he felt as if he had lost his target. It was very sudden, as if his swords were not under any force, and he felt as if he had let go of his target. Moreover, the black robe seemed to have a unique force that made him feel as if his strength was about to leak out, and he could not stop himself from rushing forward.
The black robe that had been divided into four parts suddenly fluttered, as if it was infinitely enlarged. Like a dark cloud covering the sky, it covered Chen Zong. A strong sense of crisis made Chen Zong's eyebrows twitch.
Shocking Dust Steps!
Making a prompt decision, Chen Zong dashed forward in his black robe. Behind him, a chilly wind filled with murderous intent whistled. When it brushed past his back, Chen Zong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His Pure Yang Blood Qi seemed to be frozen in an instant.
It was fortunate that he had dodged the attack. Otherwise, he would have been severely injured.
Unknowingly, Yin Luosheng's disciple had appeared behind Chen Zong and launched a killing move. He had thought that he could take advantage of this opportunity to kill Chen Zong, or at least severely injure him. He did not expect that he would still be able to dodge.
Seeing that Chen Zong still had not broken free from the black robe's shackles, Yin Luosheng's disciple attacked again.
Like a black wind, his two palms linked together. One after another, black palm prints brought along a chilly wind and surged like a torrent. Without holding back, they all blasted towards Chen Zong.
The sharp sword light cut the black robe into pieces, as if the water of the Milky Way was pouring down, and the blue sea was flowing.
The palm prints shattered, and the sword light collapsed.
Chen Zong and Yin Luosheng's disciple closed in on each other and fought in close combat. Their swords changed, and their palms linked together. Every move was extremely dangerous. The Qi Refining realm martial artists present were all horrified and broke out in cold sweat.
That kind of danger was soul-stirring.
"What a strong strength." Yang Tianzhao whispered to himself. With this kind of strength, even he would not dare to say that he could win. At most, it would be a draw.
"Very strong." Marquis Wu Shan's disciple, Fei Yuan, had a solemn expression at first. Then, his arrogant eyes were filled with fighting spirit. Fighting with such a strong peer and defeating the other party gave him the greatest sense of accomplishment.
"Chilly Wind Ghost Cry!"
Yin Luosheng's disciple, who had lost his black robe and was wearing a black armor with black armor on his arms, had an evil look on his face. With a low shout, his right hand's fist, palm, and claw instantly changed. His inner strength rushed out at different speeds and circled around his arm, bringing with it a chilly black wind that whistled.
The whining sound was like the cries of evil spirits in the dark night, disturbing one's mind and making one's mind absent-minded.
Chen Zong only felt darkness before his eyes. Amidst the chilly wind, a ferocious face appeared out of thin air, emitting a strange and sharp cry. It was like a demon's voice piercing through one's mind. Suddenly, it opened its mouth. The pitch-black mouth was like an endless abyss that wanted to devour him.
"My will is like a sword, slash!"
Chen Zong's mind was not shaken. His spiritual will was highly condensed, and he instantly eliminated the feeling of absent-mindedness. His eyes shone with a sharp light, and his two swords slashed through the air.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yin Luosheng's disciple had already performed a secret technique. A black aura surrounded his body, extremely cold and gloomy. His momentum rose in a straight line, almost stepping into the four-star level.
"Chilly Wind Hundred Steps Strike!"
Ten meters away, Yin Luosheng's disciple pressed his palm into the air. A terrible force instantly passed through the air and blasted towards Chen Zong's heart.
The coldness made Chen Zong's heart contract instantly. Under the Chaotic Heaven Energy Breaking Force, the Ancient Imperial Sword slashed down.
"Chilly Wind Consecutive Palm!"
After performing the secret technique, Yin Luosheng's disciple's strength increased a lot. He seemed to be able to suppress Chen Zong. Once the Chilly Wind Palm was performed, it could not be stopped at all.
Carefree and unrestrained.
Under the opponent's Chilly Wind Palm, Chen Zong only felt a chill all over his body. Traces of cold and gloomy chilliness kept drilling into his body through the pores all over his body, as if it wanted to freeze Chen Zong from the inside out.
The wind from the palm whistled, like continuous waves. Chen Zong was like a small boat, drifting with the waves in the stormy sea, in danger of being overturned and shattered at any time.
Pressure came from all directions. Chen Zong felt that his four limbs seemed to have become stiff, and he was gradually at a disadvantage.
"Father, is junior brother okay?" Guan Yunxi asked with a face full of concern.
"He's fine." Marquis Linshan said, but he seemed to be at ease with Chen Zong.
"Miss, young master hasn't used his full strength yet." Yan Wei stood on the side and smiled.
Hearing the words of Marquis Linshan and Yan Wei, Guan Yunxi was relieved.
"Burning Blood Battle Law!"
Chen Zong also used a secret technique. His Pure Yang Blood Qi collided violently, as if it was burning. It turned into a blood-red Qi that filled his body and mixed with the Chaotic Heaven Origin Shattering Force, greatly increasing its power.
Chen Zong's body was surrounded by a blood-red aura. It looked like a layer of faint red flames, exuding a pure Yang aura.
"It's the Burning Blood Battle Law!"
"What astonishing Blood Qi."
"The strength of this Blood Qi …" The True Martial Realm cultivators were surprised, while the three pseudo-Transcendents were shocked. At the same time, a guess appeared in their minds at the same time.
"Pure Yang Blood Qi!"
"Perfect Blood Qi!"
"Wu Ming, kill him at all costs." Yin Luosheng didn't know if his judgment was accurate, but as long as there was a chance, he couldn't miss it.
Perfect Blood Qi!
It was a realm that only a few proud sons of heaven could reach. It laid down an incomparably solid foundation and had even greater potential.
Marquis Wu Shan was stunned, and a kind of jealousy grew in his heart. If it was really the perfect Blood Qi, then Guan Zai Shan had such good luck.
On the other hand, Marquis Lin Shan was pleasantly surprised. If it was really the perfect Blood Qi, then this disciple was even more outstanding than he had imagined.
"Perfect Blood Qi, Peerless Earth Grade Secret Art, Perfect Strength Training …" Marquis Lin Shan couldn't help but feel excited as he thought about it.
Now, the key was to confirm whether Chen Zong had reached the perfect Blood Qi.
Burning Blood Qi was different from the Burning Blood Technique. The Burning Blood Battle Law was a very practical secret technique. The power it produced was closely related to the strength of the cultivator's own Blood Qi.
The Blood Qi of an ordinary Strength Training cultivator belonged to the standard level, so the effect of the Burning Blood Battle Law was only average. Some cultivators who refined their Blood Qi would exceed the standard level. For Chen Zong, whose Blood Qi was perfect and pure Yang, the Burning Blood Battle Law's power was supplied to his body from his Blood Qi. Not only did it increase his Internal Strength, but it also seemed to strengthen his physique.
His footsteps crisscrossed, and his figure turned into a red lightning bolt that streaked across the air. He instantly closed in on Yin Luosheng's disciple, Wu Ming, leaving a long scarlet flame trail behind him.
"So fast!"
"How can he be so fast?!"
The spectators were all shocked.
Compared to before, Chen Zong's speed was at least thirty percent faster.
A thirty percent increase in speed didn't have much of an effect on the weak, but the stronger the person, the more obvious the effect.
Fu Jiuzhong was startled and hastily retreated to avoid the attack. Two scarlet sword lights tore through the sky before him. They were even faster than his body, and the power they contained made Fu Jiuzhong's eyelids twitch. He felt as if his entire body was being torn apart.
Wu Ming originally thought that he could suppress Chen Zong by using his secret technique to greatly increase his strength. He might even have a chance to kill Chen Zong. As for Chen Zong also grasping a secret technique, this was within his expectations.
Unexpectedly, Chen Zong's strength increase after using his secret technique was too obvious. He was completely above Wu Ming.
Wu Ming was very unwilling to accept that he had the upper hand in an instant.
Moreover, his master, Yin Luosheng, had sent him a voice transmission saying that he had to kill Chen Zong at all costs. He was asking him to risk his life.
As this thought flashed through his mind, Chen Zong's two swords crossed to form a scarlet sword net. It enveloped Wu Ming from the front at an astonishing speed. Every sword light in the sword net contained an extremely terrifying power, bringing a serious threat to Wu Ming. He felt the threat of death.
The spectators, especially the martial artists in the Qi Refining Realm, were all very excited. They secretly clenched their fists. From the scarlet sword net, they felt an extreme sharpness that seemed to be able to cut through everything in the world.
All the martial artists in the Qi Refining Realm were thinking about how they would deal with this move if they were in Chen Zong's place.
Dodge?
It was too late. The sword net was too fast, and it covered a large area.
Face it head-on?
It was very difficult. The sharp aura emitted by the sword net seemed to have an indestructible power.
Yang Tianzhao and Duan Chenjian's faces were solemn. They felt that facing this scarlet sword net, only death would await them. Even if they used their secret techniques, they would not be able to avoid being injured.
Fei Yuan's eyes were no longer arrogant. There was only seriousness. Under his arms that were longer than a normal person's, his hands were clenched into fists. Blue veins bulged on the back of his hands, indicating that he was extremely unsettled. This was because he felt that he had no confidence in resisting Chen Zong's move.
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