(This chapter was written in one go. It was written in a carefree and unrestrained manner. It made one's blood boil. I wanted to draw my sword and polish it.)
"As you wish!"
Chen Zong's footsteps were fast as the crowd was surprised and expectant.
Tapping, flicking, and sliding, he quickly retreated to the front of his seat. His left hand grasped the hilt of the sword lying quietly on the table, and his right hand drew a perfect arc inwards.
A light sword chime was heard. It was the sound of the sword being sheathed and rubbing against each other.
His footsteps staggered, his body lowered, his center of gravity in front, and his body leaned to the left. His left hand grasped the scabbard close to his waist, and his right hand spread open to the hilt. His eyes became extremely sharp, making people unable to look at him directly.
Traces of indescribable sharpness gathered on Chen Zong's body and spread out in an instant. His whole person seemed to have turned into a divine sword, whose sharpness was unparalleled in the mortal world. It gradually converged and hid in the scabbard, waiting for the moment when it was unsheathed to shock the world.
The Eight Moves of the Real Sword … Crouching Sword Move!
"What sword move is that?"
"It feels so sharp."
Exclamations were heard one after another.
Yang Yigu, Li Zhenshi, and other sword practitioners almost stood up in surprise. They could clearly feel the unparalleled sharpness gathered on Chen Zong's body.
Unparalleled momentum and uniqueness.
It was as if … as if it was perfectly integrated with the sword in his hand.
It was as if … his whole body was a real sword … a sharp sword!
Tang Junluo's eyes seemed to be bursting with golden light. With a low roar like a dragon, he moved the long spear with both hands and pierced through the air. It turned into a golden dragon and rushed out of the abyss, carrying unparalleled power and momentum. It blasted towards Chen Zong as if it could shatter a mountain.
A trace of sharpness burst out. His body trembled slightly, and his right hand opened wide to grasp the hilt. He drew the sword!
The chime of the sword was melodious, as if it could linger for three days.
The sharp sword light cut through the air, like the waning moon in the night sky. It was unprecedented.
Sword-drawing Move!
Under the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts, the power of Qi and Blood circulated, and the arm strength reached two thousand jin. The Perfect Realm of Sword Drawing Technique was tyrannical to the extreme. No matter how hard and sturdy you were, you would not be able to resist this sword. The sharpness of the treasured iron sword was pushed to the extreme, and there was nothing it could not cut.
The Golden Jiao Dragon let out a mournful wail as its head was severed and dissipated into nothingness.
Thanks to his fast, accurate, and steady cultivation of the eighteen basic forms, as well as the fact that his three foundational sword arts had reached the Realm of Refinement, his mastery of the Eight Forms of the True Sword had improved, and he was even closer to the Realm of Refinement.
His body undulated like waves. As he retreated and advanced, his aura was unstoppable, as if he was cutting through all obstacles and advancing courageously.
There was no turning back!
His aura was boundless!
Charging Sword Form!
Tang Junluo's spear vibrated, transforming into a soaring dragon.
Soaring Dragon Style!
However, the soaring dragon was defeated by the tyrannical impact of the Charging Sword Style. It was invincible.
"What is that?"
"Why is it so terrifying?"
Everyone around him was horrified.
It was not that they were making a fuss, but Chen Zong's sword art was too powerful. It was not inferior to the first level of ordinary sword arts of the Inferior Class of the Human Rank, and it was even more useful.
After all, the foundational sword arts did not need to consume the power of Qi and Blood.
Carefree and unrestrained!
This was the feeling Chen Zong brought by a good sword. It was as if he could cut down thousands of soldiers and horses with one strike.
Who in the world can stop me? 'he thought to himself.
Ring Sword Form!
Cutting Sword Form!
The gap in strength between the two sides seemed to be eliminated at this moment. Only the stunning sword light seemed to be able to pierce through and cut through everything.
Tang Junluo clenched his teeth. No matter what, he didn't expect that Chen Zongyi's sword art would be so terrifying. At the same time, he understood that Chen Zongyi's improvement would be even greater than his. Chen Zongyi's sword art was so terrifying that it was completely out of his expectation.
But, so what?
I have the Dragon Spear in my hand. Who can break it?
His belief rose, his momentum condensed, and became more powerful. Vaguely, there seemed to be a dragon's roar coming from the sky, but it also seemed to come from Tang Junluo's body. To some extent, Tang Junluo had a slight transformation under the pressure of Chen Zong's Real Sword Form.
Chaotic Sword Form!
The sword light splashed, like butterflies flying through flowers, like a torrential rain, dense and continuous, as if endless, like a giant wave surging in the sky.
Retreat, retreat, retreat!
Tang Junluo held the spear with both hands and tried to resist, but he could not help but step back.
As the sword and spear collided, an incomparably ear-piercing sound of metal colliding rang out. Countless sparks blossomed like shooting stars on a summer night, sprinkling endlessly in the eyes, causing people to be dazzled, their hearts to shake, and their blood to boil.
Rapid Sword Form!
A sword, like the wind breaking through the sky, like a shooting star chasing the moon, seemed to come from the sky, through the dazzling flowers, through the mountains, and through the sun.
A dot of cold light, like a shooting star, enlarged before Tang Junluo's eyes and filled the entire world, enlarged before the eyes of everyone, and stood aloof from the world.
It was swift to the extreme!
His arms swelled, veins bulged out like pythons, and his strength seemed to have surpassed the limit. His hands danced, and the spear was like a wheel that rolled and formed an airtight barrier.
The tip of the sword pointed and withdrew, yet its strength instantly exploded out, causing the golden dragon spear in Tang Junluo's hand to tremble, and his arms to shake as he repeatedly retreated.
His left foot took a heavy step forward, and his figure spun to the right with all his might. His right arm held the sword behind him like a drawn bow, and his left hand pointed straight at Tang Junluo. His strength surged up from the bottom of his feet like a whirlwind, and it passed through his waist and directly into his right arm. His right arm swelled up by a size, and his vital energy and blood were like lava that was about to gush out.
Explosive Sword Form!
The last sword form of the Real Sword Form, the strongest sword form.
This sword form seemed to be able to shatter enormous rocks, pierce through mountains, split the earth, and directly soar into the sky, pierce through the nine heavens, pierce through the moon, destroy the moon, and sink the stars.
Everyone felt a terrifying sharpness that seemed to want to shatter them into powder, and it caused them to be extremely horrified.
"Azure Dragon Form!"
Tang Junluo was facing the most direct and intense pressure, and his entire body was suffocating. He was on the verge of collapsing, but he was firm in his belief, and his strength exploded out. He let out a huge roar, and it was as if an azure dragon had come out of the sea to patrol the nine heavens.
The dragon spear was pushed to the extreme, and the dragon pattern on the spear emitted a bloody brilliance, as if it was about to transform into a flood dragon that was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
The huge roar and the spear combined into one, and with all of his strength and might, he instantly broke through some kind of shackle and stepped into a whole new realm.
Hidden Dragon Spear Art … Minute Subtlety!
One Azure Dragon Form, I am invincible!
This was the collision of the strongest attacks, and the victory would be determined by who would win.
Sword and spear, sword tip and spear tip, explosive sword form and azure dragon form!
Collision!
A sharp sound tore through the eardrums, and then, nothing could be heard anymore. Countless sparks splashed in front of their eyes, and the colors faded, and everything became blurry and distorted.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths!
After more than ten breaths, a weak sound was heard, as if it came slowly from the horizon, and became clear. The black and white in front of their eyes were dyed, and gradually became alive and restored to its original state.
Chen Zong took five big steps back, and his feet left five marks on the hard floor. His sword was trembling violently, and his right hand holding the sword was still trembling. The web between his thumb and forefinger was cracked, and a trace of blood flowed down along the sword hilt.
Tang Junluo's hands were empty, and his palms were scratched. Blood oozed out and dyed his palms red, and his hands were still trembling. The golden dragon spear was inserted into the back of the chair behind Tang Junluo, and the spear was swaying.
But their eyes were still sharp and domineering.
There was dead silence all around, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard. Only the swaying of the sword and spear could be clearly heard.
After more than ten breaths, other sounds were heard.
"Chen Zong, you win this battle." Tang Junluo put down his hands behind his back and said heartily.
"It should be me who wins." Chen Zong admitted without hesitation. He sheathed his sword, grabbed a white cloth, and wiped the blood on the sword hilt.
In the end, it seemed that they were evenly matched, but one of them had a sword in hand, while the other had a spear. Naturally, there would be a winner.
Chen Zong looked at the sword in his hand carefully. After such a collision, it was not damaged at all. It was indeed a treasured iron sword, and it made him unable to put it down.
"Wonderful!" Tang Junhao clapped his hands, and did not hide his admiration. Even with his cultivation level of Qi and Blood Realm Level Six, he felt that this battle was wonderful and impeccable, and it made his blood boil.
The applause was very passionate. At this moment, no matter who it was, they let go of the grudges in their hearts.
Because they were all martial artists.
The applause stopped.
"Chen Zong, what is the name of the sword technique you used?" Tang Junluo asked. Everyone pricked up their ears, and they were very curious.
"Eight Forms of the True Sword." Chen Zong's tone was indifferent.
"Eight Forms of the True Sword?" Everyone looked at each other. They had never heard of this name. Even Li Zhenshi, the young master of a swordsmanship family, had never heard of it.
However, this did not hinder them. From now on, the name of this sword technique would be imprinted in their hearts forever, and they would never forget it.
"Eight Forms of the True Sword … Your sword technique can be called the Unparalleled True Sword." Tang Junluo said.
"It's far from enough." Chen Zong said. He was not being humble, but he was speaking the truth.
The competition of the Rising Dragon League was basically over. Chen Zong and Tang Junluo applied medicine to their wounds to stop the bleeding.
The crowd was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, they stayed and discussed their views and martial arts experiences.
"Thank you for the banquet. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
All good things must come to an end. The Rising Dragon League had lasted for a long time, and it was time to end. Everyone stood up and said goodbye to Tang Junluo and Tang Junluo.
"Chen Zong, I've enjoyed today's battle. However, I will fight you again in the future, and I will definitely defeat you." Tang Junluo looked straight at Chen Zong and said word by word. He was not discouraged by the loss at all. Instead, he was full of fighting spirit.
"I won't stand still." Chen Zong smiled and waved the sword in his hand. "Also, thank you for your precious iron sword. I like it very much."
"Tang Junluo, I'm very dissatisfied with today's battle. In the future, I will definitely make you use your full strength." Zhao Wangcheng said coldly.
"You can't catch up with me." Tang Junluo declared.
"Let's go, let's go. Do you want to find a place to drink?" Yang Yigu patted Chen Zong's shoulder and asked.
"Next time." Chen Zong smiled and replied. He still had things to do. Drinking was not that important.
"Chen Zong, remember, I owe you a favor. If there's a chance, I will challenge you again." Li Zhenshi said as he walked past.
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