Vol 3 Chapter 9: The sword came out and lifted my edge

(Today is the birthday of Master Xuan Bing, Xiao Jian Jing Xuan Bingzi, the author fungus wishes him a happy birthday)

Yang Yigu's swordsmanship is amazing.

"It looks like chaos, it's odd and correct, and Yang Brother has good swordsmanship." Chen Zong praised.

"I can see that you admire my sword skills." Yang Yigu shook his head, raised the wine gourd, and did not forget to sell his wine: "Come."

"Okay." Chen Zong picked up the new glass and put it away. He was curious, why Yang Yigu always asked people to drink his wine, and why they were rejected by the people he called.

Then, Chen Zong knew what it was called bitter fruit.

Where is this wine? It is clearly a cup of bitter water, and it is not only bitter, but also very hard to accept. Chen Zong finally knows why those people asked Yang Yigu to refuse the wine quickly.

"I don't know how to appreciate it." Yang Yigu looked at the tangled Chen Zong and shook his head and sighed: "I made this wine with more than a dozen herbs of one or two grades. If you do n’t think this wine is like a person, you have to have a bitter fruit before you can have a good life. ”

Chen Zong was not easy to vomit, so he covered it in his mouth, and let the bitterness permeate the entire mouth, and the scalp became numb.

Slowly, Chen Zong keenly felt that a trace of sweetness was born from the bitterness, and a little bit of diffused away, eventually replacing the bitterness and becoming sweet.

The tangled face of Shu stretched out, replaced by a kind of pleasure, swallowed, and was very warm and comfortable.

"It's hard work, good wine." Chen Zong sighed sincerely, and sighed, making Yang Yigu's eyes bright, as if seeing a confidant.

"From now on, Yang Yigu recognizes you as a friend." Yang Yigu's hazy eyes seemed to become clear instantly, with a serious tone, and immediately restored the original drunk and hazy appearance, and the scene was like an illusion.

If you change to others, especially those with a good background, you will not be able to appreciate the taste of that bitter drink, but Chen Zong understands, just as he did in the past ten years, this year and the next. Kind of portrayal.

Yang Yigu, too.

At the banquet, another discussion ended.

"Kong Lianshan, you are just a civilian. What are you able to do with me? I will let you know that you do not have this qualification." Wang Shenghong stood up and pointed directly at Kong Lianshan.

"As you wish." Kong Lianshan sat flat and rocky, responded with a calm voice, slowly got up, and walked towards the middle.

"Look at the fist." Wang Shenghong rushed out quickly, his fists blasted towards Kong Lianshan like a rolling stone, as if the sound of stones rolling down the mountain continued.

This is the perfect foundation of martial arts to learn the rolling stone boxing method.

Kong Lianshan had a calm face, his arms stretched, his palms erected, and the rocky palms were stretched to fight steadily.

Wang Shenghong's fist is fierce and continuous, Kong Lianshan's palms are as stable as a rock, one attack and one defense, both of them are repaired on the four levels of Qi and Blood, and they have tempered their blood six times. Winning or losing depends on the fighting capabilities of the two.

The fists collided, and the dull sound roared and rattled.

For a while, Wang Shenghong was unable to break through the defense of Kong Lianshan, and his face became more and more ugly. After all, it was his own exit to teach Kong Lianshan. In contrast, Kong Lianshan had a calm complexion.

"The boulder is broken!" After a long attack, Wang Shenghong directly urged the power of qi and blood, and performed the first boulder break in the human-grade lower grade martial arts boulder boxing method.

The breaking of the boulder in the entrance realm caused Wang Shenghong's fist to swell, as if it turned into a huge stone, and slammed into Kong Lianshan fiercely.

Kong Lianshan's expression changed slightly, immediately stimulating the power of Qi and blood, and the palms of his hands seemed to enlarge, as if the disc was rotating.

"Panshan doesn't move!"

Panshan Palm Law is the first entry.

Collisions, terrifying muffled sounds passed into everyone's ears, shaking their hearts.

"Broken stone!"

Without a blow, Wang Shenghong was furious, and his blood exploded again and again. His two fists continued to carry out megalithic bombardment, like a large stone hitting Konglian Mountain.

Kong Lianshan also burst out of blood and fired, and the two sides seemed to be exhausting.

The performance of grade martial arts must be urged by the power of Qi and Blood, which will consume the power of Qi and Blood, and the excessive exertion of Qi and Blood will reduce its strength.

After several more bombardments, Wang Shenghong's complexion turned pale, and the energy of qi and blood consumed a lot. If it broke out again, it might damage the foundation and outweigh the gains.

After a pause, Kong Lianshan took the opportunity to clap his hands, one palm was resisted, and the other palm was printed on Wang Shenghong's chest. With a bang, Wang Shenghong went backwards and forwards, feeling as if his chest was broken.

"Huh." Wang Shenghong's pale face was indignant and he was defeated instead of being taught. He was very annoyed, but didn't say anything, just sat down.

"Kong Lianshan is good at defense. If he fights against it, he will either find a flaw or defeat it with a stronger attack. There is no other way." Chen Zong secretly said.

Then, some people challenged each other, one after another.

Most of the discussions are based on the knowledge of building base martial arts, and they are also equal battles.

Different people, different martial arts, and different fighting styles have greatly broadened Chen Zong's horizons and formed an accumulation. It may not have any effect now, but as time passes, it will affect the subtle influence. Chen Zong's future practice will move in a better direction.

From time to time, they talked to Yang Yigu again, expressing their own opinions on fighting and swordsmanship, and communicating with each other.

"Chen Zong, you are just a tribe, so you are not eligible to be tied with me for six Xiaojie." Yang Feiyu's eyes were angry and angry, and he pointed his sword at Chen Zong.

Obviously, Yang Feiyu transferred the anger of Yang Yigu to Chen Zong. Who told him he couldn't help Yang Yigu, and Chen Zong talked with Yang Yigu very much.

However, since some people named Dao to challenge themselves, of course Chen Zong would not refuse. To be honest, after seeing so many battles, his hands were a little itchy.

He stood up and drew his sword. Jian Guang shook gently and walked towards Yang Feiyu.

"The tribe is a tribe. They ca n’t even use the treasure iron sword. Would you like me to give you one?" Yang Feiyu glanced at the long sword in Chen Zong's hand, and there was a scorn in his mouth, full of contempt.

"Okay, just the one on your hand." Chen Zong replied, leaving Yang Feiyu's face full of sorrow, and then his face turned blue, and it made others mistakenly, and couldn't help laughing.

This is Yang Feiyu's own shot.

The value of a treasure iron sword is not low, not to mention giving it to someone you hate, don't even think about it.

"Don't keep your tongue out." Yang Feiyu's voice was stern, a sword stabbed, light and fast, and it was a complete Feihong swordsmanship.

A sword followed by a sword, and the sword light followed, as if Feihong was incessant, stabbing at Chen Zong from all angles.

Chen Zong looked indifferent. As soon as his wrist turned and the sword was shot out, a sharp howling of eagles sounded, making everyone mistakenly think that an eagle was fluttering, which was very harsh.

On the level, the fencing of hawks is the same as Feihong's swordsmanship, but Chen Zong's fencing of eagles is cultivated to the microscopic level, which is stronger than the perfection of Feihong's swordsmanship.

Sword after sword, in a blink of an eye, Yang Feiyu's dozen or so sword lights were broken.

Jian Guang's sharpness pierced Yang Feiyu's eyebrows, which made him unable to look straight at him. When he could see clearly, he felt that his eyebrows were pierced with a needle, and he stretched out his hand, a little scarlet.

"Fast sword!"

"What a sharp sword!"

Everyone whispered and marveled.

Tang Junluo's eyes flashed. From Chen Zong's sword, he could see that the opponent's sword was faster, more accurate and sharper.

"That's good." Tang Junluo secretly said, "Otherwise, there is no sense of accomplishment if I defeat you."

Yang Yigu paused with a wine gourd in his left hand, a faint flash of light flashed through his eyes, and Chen Zong's sword skills were beyond his expectation.

At this point, Yang Feiyu was defeated.

"Go to death!" Yang Feiyu was not reconciled. This Chen Zong, the more he looked, the more he became disgusted. He even dared to hurt himself.

Flying Eagle Kill!

Bao Tie's sword is sharp, the tip of the sword is like an eagle's beak, and it stabs Chen Zong's chest fiercely.

"stop!"

"you dare!"

The fierce tiger power, the blood and blood movement, the strength greatly increased, and the willow swordsmanship in the microscopic realm, like a wind sword like a willow, swinging, and lightly touching the flying eagle to kill, one touch is received, the eagle fencing in the microrealm company Hit the point to kill, hit the flying eagle to kill the surroundings in succession, quickly and accurately interpreted to the extreme.

The shadow of the lingering shadows is cast, the sword light is gorgeous and dazzling, and it is instantly transformed into the shadows. The alternation of light and shadow makes people stare.

With fierce tiger power stimulating the increase of qi and blood, the swordsmanship of the three fascinating realms changed continuously, defeating the flying eagle to kill, UU Kanshu www. uukanshu. Com cut to Yang Feiyu's face with a sword, and a quick and accurate interpretation of the fierce and decisive.

Yang Feiyu's pupils shrank, her face horrified, but the sword was too fast, and she showed no mercy to the throat, no mercy.

"Sympathy under the sword!" A group of people shouted, Tang Junhao even shot directly, I do not know when to hold a spear in his hand, the power of blood and blood erupted, and a shot came at an astonishing speed like a shooting star chasing the moon.

The tip of the gun and the sword touched lightly, and the terrible force blocked Chen Zong's sword. Chen Zong quickly retracted the sword, but the sword was still broken.

Tang Junhao has a spear in his hand, but it is a Baotie class, and it is still the best quality Baotie class. Chen Zong's sword is a very ordinary fine iron class.

"Yang Feiyu, you are not welcome here, please leave." Tang Junhao said angrily, and everyone could see that his sword was clearly intended to kill Chen Zong.

Yang Feiyu left Tieqing full face.

"Sorry, your sword was damaged by me, and I will compensate you." Tang Junhao turned to Chen Zong and showed a smile: "Come, get the iron sword."

"No, fine iron swords are all right." Chen Zong was startled and said quickly.

The sword tip is an extremely important part of a sword. It is damaged, and the power of the sword is greatly reduced.

"Without a treasure sword, how can you fight against me?" Tang Junluo said, and everyone was shocked.

What does Tang Jun say, that Chen Zong can become his opponent?

Is it too high on him?

Soon, someone sent a treasure iron sword to Tang Junhao, and Tang Junhao handed it to Chen Zong, with a firm tone: "Your sword skills make me amazing and deserve this sword."

"Thank you." Chen Zong solemnly took the Baotie Sword with both hands, holding the ebony wooden sword handle with his right hand, and pulled it out with a little force. His eyes were sharp and the blade was slightly blue, reflecting his eyes.