(A monster has appeared. Are you afraid?)
A chilly wind blew.
The black figure was shrouded in dark clouds. His hands were hidden in his sleeves like a poisonous snake. The snake shadows moved freely, making it difficult to distinguish between real and fake.
The hissing sound was continuous, as if snakes were slithering on one's neck. Chills ran down one's spine.
Chen Zong felt as if he could see a pitch-black python slithering towards him. He felt an intense sense of danger.
Residual Shadow!
He slashed with his sword. The sword light was dazzling, but it dimmed in an instant. It turned into a shadow that covered the black figure. The change between light and dark affected the black figure's eyes, making it difficult to see clearly.
Splitting Light and Sweeping Shadow!
Eight sword lights lined up in a row and slashed out, directly enveloping the black figure. However, the black figure's body twisted in a strange way. The power in his hands exploded. After shattering two sword lights in a strange way, he passed through them. He closed his hands and opened them like a snake's mouth. He attacked Chen Zong's chest with a shocking sound of wind breaking.
Horizontal Sword!
Wrist Shake!
The sword trembled and shone brightly.
The sword and the hands collided. After a moment of stagnation, the black figure attacked again.
It seemed that he was going to exchange injury for injury, life for life.
However, the black figure retreated in an instant. He circled around and attacked again from the side.
"The so-called ruthlessness is not only decisive and resolute, showing no mercy to the enemy, but also ruthless to oneself." A kind of enlightenment flashed through his mind. Chen Zong suddenly realized that his grasp of the Four Word Formula of the Sword Art had improved. This was especially so for the Ruthless Formula, which combined speed, accuracy, and stability. It gave him a feeling of understanding the essence of the Sword Art.
Sword, sword, sword!
Chen Zong focused on attacking. Every time the black figure attacked, he did not use the power of Qi and blood. The number of times he used the power of Qi and blood was very few, and the power was not very strong. It meant that the black figure was seriously injured.
Under his sword, the black figure either dodged or attacked from the side. He did not dare to meet the attack head-on. It meant that the black figure was very wary of the sharpness of his sword.
Since that was the case, he could be more powerful and fearless. He could use his advantage to the fullest.
Residual Shadow!
Whisking Willow!
Eagleshot!
Eight Moves of the Real Sword!
The four Foundation Establishment Sword Techniques that had reached the Imperceptible Realm were used alternately. The transition between the moves became more and more perfect.
The black figure's cultivation was very high.. If he was not seriously injured, Chen Zong would not be his opponent at all.
It was also because of his severe injuries that he could only use a little of his strength. He could not even unleash the power of his Qi and blood, so he could not use any graded martial arts. He could only use a Foundation Establishment Stage martial arts that had reached the Minute Subtlety to fight his enemy. However, his application of Foundation Establishment Stage martial arts had reached an astonishing level, and he had rich experience in life and death battles. These were all his advantages.
At this moment, Chen Zong was using his opponent's combat experience and exquisite application of martial arts to temper himself, increase his own combat experience, sharpen his combat skills, and strengthen his control of the sword.
A strong enemy was undoubtedly the best whetstone, and also an excellent combat instructor. They could stimulate one's potential in the midst of life and death, and then improve one's strength in all aspects. Furthermore, they would firmly remember it.
As time went by, the black figure sensed that the black figure's combat skills were improving.
The black figure was shocked by the black figure's excellent swordsmanship and the fact that he had cultivated several Foundation Establishment Sword Techniques to the Imperceptible Realm. But he was sure that the black figure's combat skills were very shallow.
Now, the black figure was getting closer to the black figure. The black figure was shocked by the speed.
"I can't believe there is such a monster. He can catch up with me in just a short fight. Once he grows up, he will become a strong enemy of our sect," the black figure thought. He made up his mind to kill the black figure as soon as possible, even if he was injured.
His body was slippery, but he shook and bounced in an instant. His hands were like a snake opening and closing its mouth. He bit at the blinding sword light that was coming at him.
His legs bounced up from under his sleeves. Like an angry python, they exploded with a terrifying force toward Chen Zong's legs.
Unexpectedly, the sword light was just an illusion. It dimmed in an instant and turned into a shadow that was shattered under the black figure's hands. Then, it shone brightly again. The terrifying sound was sharp, piercing the eardrums of the black figure. The black figure felt extremely uncomfortable. The shocking sharpness was like an invisible sword. When it hit his body, he felt pain as if he was being cut.
The change was too fast and too sudden. The black figure hurriedly retreated, but he was too slow.
His black robe was torn apart by the sword light. Even his chest was cut open. Blood flowed out.
Chen Zong's eyes flashed with horror. At that moment, he saw that the black figure's body seemed to be covered with fine snake scales.
"You have successfully angered me." The black figure shook his body. The torn black robe separated, revealing a long and flexible body. As expected, there were fine snake scales on his body. They seemed to be drawn on, but also seemed to be growing out from under his skin. His chest was the clearest.
His blurry face was full of coldness. His eyes shone with a green luster, which made the temperature in the cave seem to have dropped.
"Demonization!" A hoarse and obscure voice sounded. Right in front of Chen Zong, this person's body twisted strangely like a snake. It made Chen Zong's hair stand on end.
The snake scales on his body became clearer as his body twisted. Gradually, they spread all over his body. The originally gloomy human face seemed to be stretched. It looked like a cross between a human face and a snake's head. It was also covered with snake scales. Its tongue became slender and long, making a hissing sound.
"Hiss … You forced me to demonize and reveal my true body. You can be proud. You should feel lucky to die under my true body." The voice of this half-human half-snake monster was even more strange. Its body seemed to be twisting all the time. Its arms were also shaking like two poisonous snakes. It made Chen Zong very uncomfortable.
This thing that was neither a human nor a demon beast looked disgusting. It was like something in between. It shocked Chen Zong greatly.
"What kind of monster are you?" Chen Zong's scalp tingled. A chill spread down his spine. He took a deep breath and held the sword in his hand to calm himself down. His eyes became sharper, as if they could pierce through all the darkness.
"Monster … You lowly ant, how dare you say I'm a monster … You deserve to die …" The sharp voice seemed to pierce through one's brain. The moment the word "die" was heard, the snake man had already burst out at an amazing speed. He approached Chen Zong. His arms were like poisonous snakes coming out of their holes, blooming countless snake shadows. His legs were like angry pythons, fiercely bombarding.
The pressure increased sharply.
The shadow of death shrouded him.
After turning into a half-human half-snake, the enemy's strength was even more terrifying.
That cold breath made Chen Zong feel suffocated. He felt that he could not move.
He resisted with all his strength. The first level of the Real Sword Skill was operated to the extreme. In an instant, he seemed to break some shackles. The power of qi and blood surged. Chen Zong immediately felt that the connection between him and the sword in his hand seemed to be further improved.
The first level of the Real Sword Skill — Mastered!
With a slash of the sword, the sharpness of the sword light seemed to have split the invisible pressure. The sword light followed the slash and turned into more than a dozen sword lights, attacking the serpent-man's arms and legs at the same time. However, the serpent-man's feet bounced backwards.
Splitting Light and Sweeping Shadow!
Eight sword lights flashed, one after another, intertwining with each other. A kind of enlightenment suddenly appeared, but there was no time to comprehend it.
Under the sword light, the snake man twisted his body to dodge.
One of his hands flashed and hit the precious iron sword hard. The terrible power burst out, and the precious iron sword trembled. Chen Zong held it tightly, and the web between his thumb and index finger of his right hand was cracked.
The second hit!
The precious iron sword flew out of his hand.
The third hit hit Chen Zong's chest hard. Unable to dodge, Chen Zong raised his right arm to resist.
With a cracking sound, the heavy iron arm guard on his right arm was shattered in an instant. The great power made Chen Zong step back. His right arm was in great pain. The heavy iron arm guard repelled the snake man's palm.
The precious iron sword fell. Chen Zong opened his left hand and grasped the sword hilt.
Chopping Sword Style!
The sword seemed to be able to split mountains.
"Left-handed sword!" The snake man was shocked.
This man was only in his teens. It was already shocking that he could cultivate the sword art with his right hand to such a level. But he could also use the sword with his left hand, and it did not seem to be inferior to his right hand.
The sword fell, and the sword light was dazzling. The momentum was frightening.
Unable to dodge, the snake man could only raise his arm to resist. He concentrated his power, and his forearm swelled.
The sword rose and fell without hesitation. It was ruthless and decisive.
The precious iron sword itself was sharp, and the Chopping Sword Style was even more shocking. The first level of the Real Sword Skill had been mastered, and the power of the sword had reached the extreme.
The sword touched the snake scales on his arm. Chen Zong immediately felt the slipperiness and toughness of the scales.
Down!
The sword broke the scales, cut into the arm, and cut the bones.
With an obscure sound, Chen Zong roared, and used all his power for the second time.
Cutting the bones and cutting the arm.
Strange blood with traces of green light spurted out, and a fishy smell filled the air, accompanied by a shrill scream.
He kicked out his right leg and hit the snake man's chest. The precious iron sword trembled, and the sword light was chaotic. It stabbed into the snake man's body, breaking the snake scales and leaving a bloody wound.
After losing an arm, the snake man temporarily lost his balance. The sharp pain made him unable to react as usual.
"Damn you … How dare you cut off my arm …" The snake man's voice was as shrill as a ghost's cry. The other arm of the snake man turned into countless snake shadows, and he quickly retreated, like a big python, and rushed out of the cave.
Through the darkness, Chen Zong vaguely saw that there seemed to be a palm print on the snake man's back.
Chase!
The snake man rushed out of the cave, ran into the rain, and hid in the grass. Chen Zong chased for dozens of meters, but he could not find any trace of the snake man. He had to return to the cave.
Entering the cave again, he saw the broken arm on the ground. The snake scales disappeared, and it returned to the appearance of a human arm.
"What the hell is this?" Chen Zong stared at the broken arm, very puzzled.
He was sure that the guy must be a human, but he did not know why he turned into a monster.
Moreover, after transforming into that monster, his strength had become even more powerful, far surpassing the standard of a thousand jin. The snake scales on his body also had an astonishing defensive power. Even the sharpness of a refined iron sword would not be able to cut through them. Fortunately, he was holding a treasured iron sword.
Kicking the broken arm to a corner, Chen Zong walked to the stone slab. There was a bag beside the slab. He opened it with his sword, and many things fell out.
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