Confidence was written all over her pretty face.
Chen Zong couldn't help but be speechless. Do I look weak?
Could it be that the few battles just now were not enough for her to see the level of his swordsmanship?
The only explanation is that this woman's swordsmanship is good, but not high enough, so she can't see the mystery.
"You can use your sword." For Qin Yi's sake, Chen Zong didn't want to embarrass this woman too much, so he said. But in Lin Fu's ears, it was as if he was looking down on her.
Furious, Lin Fu swung out her sword. The green sword light rippled like it was made of jade, and in a blink of an eye, it reached Ye Chen.
This is the swordsmanship driven by the Green Jade Sect's Green Jade Skill.
In the realm of Zhao Xuan, Chen Zong could clearly feel the flaws contained in the opponent's sword. There were nine places. If he wanted, he could easily break the opponent's sword and defeat her.
However, Chen Zong didn't break it immediately, but waved his sword to resist.
Lin Fu immediately changed her moves and performed a Jade Cutting Sword Art. Streaks of sharp, green sword light pierced through the air. Every sword was able to cut through gold and jade, leaving countless green sword marks in the air. The sword crisscrossed like a net, trapping Chen Zong, making it impossible for him to dodge.
Chen Zong stood where he was without moving. He only swung his sword with a single hand, blocking all the sword light that came at him. The net that was woven from the sword light also collapsed.
Lin Fu tried her best to use her swordsmanship without any reservation, but she found that she could not break the opponent's defense. She couldn't help but be a little anxious.
"Okay." As Chen Zong's words rang out, a sharp and domineering sword light tore through the air and arrived before him. Immediately, he felt as if he could not dodge or block it. His vision was filled with the sword light as if it was the entire world.
Qin Yi was slightly stunned and immediately smiled bitterly.
"It turned out that I was wrong." Qin Yi was a little embarrassed. He was not Lin Fu. His swordsmanship was as high as the first level of the Lingwu Realm. Naturally, it was not comparable to the Consolidation Realm. In addition, with the heritage of the Xuanzhen Palace and the guidance of the strong, his eyesight was not comparable to ordinary warriors.
Lin Fu couldn't see the depth of Chen Zong's swordsmanship, but Qin Yi could. Of course, Qin Yi couldn't completely see what level Chen Zong's swordsmanship had reached. He could only be sure that at least he was not inferior to himself.
Previously, he still harbored the thought of giving Zhang Xuan some pointers in swordsmanship, but just thinking about it made him feel ashamed.
At the same time, he saw that Chen Zong had given in to Lin Fu for a few moves before he defeated her. He guessed that Chen Zong had given him face and did not let Lin Fu lose so badly. He could not help but feel grateful.
From afar, Qin Yi saluted Chen Zong. Chen Zong saw it and saluted back. Both of them knew what the other meant.
Lin Fu's face was full of shame. She was not stupid. She had underestimated Chen Zong from the very beginning, and now she had come to her senses.
"Let me fight you." At the same time, a black shadow flew up and landed on the ring. Chen Zong's eyes narrowed and emitted a cold light.
This person was a disciple of the Wanluo Sect. He was also the one who took away some valuable treasures from his mustard seed bag and mocked him after the Tianyun Secret Land was closed.
"You've been in the limelight. Now it's time to go down." The man's eyes flashed with a dark luster. He smiled ferociously, grabbed a short sword, and swept toward Chen Zong like a shadow. He stabbed the sword from the side of Chen Zong's blind spot.
"Today we can settle the grievances of that day." Chen Zong's indifferent voice sounded.
The humiliation of that day was the humiliation of the Sect, and also his own humiliation. It was just that he was not strong enough and could not resist, so he could only endure for a while.
But now, here, a mere disciple of the Wanluo Sect dared to be so arrogant. Chen Zong was not the kind of person who would smile after being beaten. When he could not take revenge, he would endure and wait for the right time. When he could take revenge, there was no need to endure, and he would take revenge quickly.
The short sword stabbed from the side of Chen Zong's blind spot, but he ignored it directly. Instead, he stabbed out with his sword, faster and fiercer, showing no mercy. The extremely sharp killing intent immediately chilled the heart of the disciple of the Wanluo Sect.
He did not dare to fight Chen Zong with his life on the line. He immediately pulled back his sword and quickly swung it out. The short sword spun rapidly in his hand, cutting through everything like a wheel of swords. He wanted to block Chen Zong's attack.
Taking a step forward, the long sword trembled slightly, and a melodious sword hum seemed to come from the horizon. At first, it was weak, but it quickly became stronger. It was like the sound of the heavens, and it made people feel dizzy.
Under the sword, the sword wheel of the Wanluo Sect disciple was directly shattered, as if it was looking down on heaven and earth, and came to his face with irresistible force.
With a bang, the Wanluo Sect disciple was stabbed by Chen Zong's sword and exploded, turning into a cloud of black smoke and dissipating. His real body, however, appeared a few meters away, pale and drenched in cold sweat. The sword just now made him feel that it was difficult to resist, and it contained a shocking killing intent. If he had been hit, he would have been seriously injured, if not killed.
"Thousand Bodies!" With a low shout, the Wanluo Sect disciple's body swayed, and countless black smoke rushed out of his body, quickly spreading out. In the blink of an eye, it filled the entire circular arena, condensing into figures out of thin air. It was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, but the aura was the same.
Although there were less than a thousand of them, there were dozens of them. Every one of them emitted a cold and sharp aura as they moved quickly. As they intersected, they transformed into dozens of black lights that circled around Chen Zong and launched their attacks.
Chen Zong stood in the center of the circular arena, withstanding the attacks from all directions, capturing all the movements of his opponents.
With a strike of his sword, he shattered a black shadow, which turned into black smoke and dissipated, then reformed in the distance.
"Hehehe, you can't find me, and you can't deal with me. Feel the power of the Thousand Bodies." The Wanluo Sect disciple laughed sinisterly, as if dozens of people were speaking at the same time, and the sound waves were the same, combining into accents, like a demonic sound that disturbed one's mind.
The Thousand Bodies was a part of the Wanluo Sect's Wanluo Body. Once mastered, it would have amazing mysteries.
After a few probing attacks, Chen Zong grasped some of the mysteries of his opponent's body movement. One of them was the real body, while the others were fake, but it was difficult to distinguish them, and the fake figures would disperse after being hit, then reform again.
This method worked on others, but it might not work on Chen Zong.
Closing his eyes, Chen Zong carefully sensed with the floating dust around him.
The aura of the real body and the fake body were the same, but the floating dust was different.
In a few breaths, Chen Zong had distinguished the real body from the fake body, but he remained calm and continued to attack one of the fake bodies, but the real body was right next to the fake body.
Suddenly, the moment the sword was about to hit the fake body, it suddenly changed its trajectory and went straight for the real body.
This strike gathered all the power of Chen Zong's Lv 1 Genuine Martial Realm.
The unsharpened longsword slashed directly at the Wan Luo Sect disciple's body. Caught off guard and defenseless, a terrifying power erupted and blasted into the disciple's body, causing severe damage. The disciple was sent flying and crashed into the protective force at the edge of the arena, spitting out blood continuously.
He landed on the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth, looking dispirited and listless. He stood up with one hand holding the sword and the other hand covering his heart. He felt a sharp pain in his chest even when he breathed.
Knowing that he was no match for Chen Zong, the Ten Thousand Sifting Sect disciple immediately retreated from the arena without the slightest hesitation, causing Chen Zong to lose the chance to strike again and severely injure him.
"This won't end here." The Wanluo Sect disciple stood outside the arena and said in a low voice, looking ferocious. Chen Zong just glanced at him and didn't respond.
Because there was no need for him to respond. If he wanted revenge, he could do it.
Chen Zong's strength shocked the crowd, and they didn't challenge him again.
The preliminary round of the Unparalleled Sword Fight was more than half over, and most of the people had been eliminated in the end.
"This guy's swordsmanship is probably not only at Lv 1 of the Lingwu Realm." Ancestor Tian Hong thought to himself.
The Jinghong Sword Sect was a Sect of Sword Cultivators, and each of its core disciples could be called a sword genius. Even so, among the core disciples of the Jinghong Sword Sect, the one with the highest attainment in swordsmanship had just reached Lv 3 of the Lingwu Realm.
Even among the Elders of the Extreme Mortal Realm, some of them were at Lv 3 of the Lingwu Realm. Of course, they had been practicing for many years and were more advanced.
Only a few of the Extreme Mortal Realm Elders had reached Lv 3 of the Divine Realm.
But Ancestor Tian Hong himself had already surpassed the Divine Realm and the Body and Sword as One, reaching an even higher level.
The high level of swordsmanship made Ancestor Tian Hong's eyes even sharper, but Chen Zong hadn't fully displayed it, so he couldn't see it all at once. But he was sure that it wasn't as simple as Lv 1 of the Lingwu Realm.
But Ancestor Tian Hong wasn't in a hurry. It was just the preliminary round, and there was still the final round.
Marquis Long Jing watched without saying a word, and Chen Zong was also in the list of people he was observing.
As an expert in the Way of the Sword, Marquis Long Jing's swordsmanship had also surpassed the Body and Sword as One.
As for the King of the Profound Sky Realm, he was calm and indifferent. Whether it was Lv 1 or Lv 3 of the Lingwu Realm, none of them could attract his attention.
There were three realms in the Transcendent Realm, and the gap between each realm was like a natural chasm. Some people could become Extreme Mortal Realm experts, but they couldn't step into the Earth Spirit Realm in their lifetime, and the Profound Sky Realm was even more difficult.
The gap between the True Martial Realm and the Profound Sky Realm was even more indescribable.
There were fewer and fewer martial artists on the sword pillars, and Chen Zong defeated three more challengers in succession, standing on the tenth arena.
"This person's swordsmanship is too advanced. I'm not confident, so I can only challenge others." A disciple of the Fleeting Sword Sect frowned and thought, and finally decided to give up the idea of challenging Chen Zong.
As the preliminary round progressed, the challengers became more cautious.
Finally, all the challenges ended, and only ten people stood on the ten arenas. Without a doubt, they had become the champions.
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