Chapter 8 Battle 7 Nova
Gu Xiaolin's sword is like falling leaves, one sword after another, the trajectory is erratic and uncertain, but under Chen Zong's wind-cutting swordsmanship, the trajectory is immediately disrupted, and it is not organized, as if it was blown by the wind. Like fallen leaves, it changed its original trajectory.
This kind of change is good or bad. The good thing is that Gu Xiaolin can make it more unpredictable, but it requires him to have a very high attainments in the fallen leaves swordsmanship and be able to control it freely. The disadvantage is that he cannot control the situation freely. down, directly out of their control.
Obviously, Gu Xiaolin's leaf swordsmanship is quite proficient, but he has not yet reached that level.
Compared with Gu Xiaolin, Chen Zong received more attention, especially the elder, who knew that Chen Zong was one of the six disciples of the Qi and Blood Realm in this session, and now not only has the cultivation base reached the Qi Qi Realm, but also defeated the same Qi Qi. Huo Yihong, who broke through the blood realm, also practiced the sword technique of cutting wind.
With just four swords, Chen Zong made Gu Xiaolin's swordsmanship mess up, and with the fifth sword, Gu Xiaolin had to retreat and dodge.
The sixth sword, the speed of the sword is faster, like a wind, but also like cutting the wind, forcing Gu Xiaolin to be unable to use the sword, so he can only barely parry.
"This son's cultivation should be of positive energy." The elder secretly said, as a true martial artist, his perception is more acute, and he can feel the faint aura of inner strength emanating from Chen Zong: "But the inner strength is very pure, and it is not comparable to training at all. The second level of strength has deteriorated, and it seems that he has a very solid foundation when he is in the qi and blood level."
Others can't see much, they can only see that after Gu Xiaolin made a few swords, he was suppressed. He only had the ability to parry but not fight back.
Ten Swords to Cut the Wind!
One sword followed by another, all of them were displayed, and Gu Xiaolin had already retreated to the edge of the ring.
"Thank you Junior Brother for showing mercy." Gu Xiaolin said with a wry smile, although he could still perform the ultimate move of the Fallen Leaf Sword Technique, the problem was that it would take a while. With a single sword, he simply did not have time to gather momentum.
"We won again." He Tielin smiled, Qikang's face was even more ugly.
Yang Jingzhi's face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with a stern light, which was different from what he imagined.
Moreover, judging from the strength that Chen Zong showed, it seems that he is still not at full strength, so there is a possibility of competing for the seven new stars.
Lin Tianyu's opponent was easily defeated as soon as he turned around.
Jiang Bailiu's opponent was an old-fashioned training force. After a fierce battle, Jiang Bailiu was defeated.
"Ha ha,
Huo Yihong can't do it, neither can Jiang Bailiu. "He Tielin seemed to be deliberately disgusting Qikang, and laughed again, "Haha, two words like two swords, stabbed in Qikang's heart."
Qikang's eyes were red and he stared at He Tielin fiercely, but He Tielin was not afraid.
"Don't get too complacent." Qi Kang's voice was a little hoarse.
The second round of duel is over, and there are only 28 of the fifty-six people left. These 28 people will be drawn again for the third round of duel.
"Junior brother, come on, fight for the seven new stars." Gu Xiao quickly relieved his frustration and encouraged Chen Zong when he was defeated.
"According to the auspicious words of Senior Brother." Chen Zong said with a smile.
This kind of matchup has a certain element of luck. For example, the weaker opponent you meet at the beginning wins the promotion, but the further you go, the less luck there is. Now in the past two rounds, twenty-eight, each player All are truly powerful.
Before the lottery, any one of the other twenty-seven people may become his opponent.
After drawing lots, Chen Zong glanced at it. The one he drew was No. 1, and the opponent was No. 2. He would be the first to fight on stage.
"Chen Zong, your strength is indeed not weak, but compared with me, there is still a gap." No. 2 has sharp eyes and a cold smile. He failed in the first examination of the four major palaces, and broke through to the realm of strength during three years of training. After the first rank, he has improved since then. Although he did not reach the second rank of the practice force, he has reached the peak of the first rank of the practice force, and his strength is extraordinary.
"You won't know until you hit it." Chen Zong responded without hesitation, drew his sword, and quickly slashed the sword's edge after picking it up.
"I'll let you know the gap." No. 2 fell coldly, and flashed his sword in an instant.
The swordsmanship practiced by No. 2 is the hurricane swordsmanship, and it is also a swordsmanship that pays attention to speed.
Fighting fast, one sword blows like a gust of wind, but one sword can intercept the wind.
No. 2 is indeed a person who has undergone three years of experience. He has extremely rich experience in actual combat. When he uses the blast sword technique with one hand, it is not only fast, but also some small skills can better exert its power.
The little skill has nothing to do with the swordsmanship itself. It is completely summed up by the martial artist after the battle of life and death. It looks inconspicuous, but it is very practical. This is also something that Chen Zong does not have at present. No. found that the tricks that he had learned from his life and death experience, the first time he brought trouble to the other party, but the second time he didn't work, and the third time, his own tricks were gradually learned by the other party.
"Terrible learning ability!" No. 2 felt a chill in his heart, and immediately aroused his inner strength and displayed his swordsmanship.
"Blast Slash!"
Swish, three swords in the blink of an eye, rushing out from the left, middle and right, the speed of the sword is faster than before, and the body of the sword is not seen, like three gusts of wind cut away.
If you practice this trick to perfection, you can instantly make four swords.
Chen Zong's heart moved, and he suddenly had a new understanding of the wind-cutting swordsmanship.
The third sword, the fifth sword, the eighth sword, and the tenth sword.
Four consecutive swords were cast back and forth, hitting the gaps of the three sword winds in a row, which seemed to be empty, but they were actually related. Under the four swords, the connection between the three sword winds was immediately cut off and dispersed. , passed by Chen Zong's side without causing any harm to Chen Zong.
"impossible!"
"Is it a coincidence or..." Qijianxing and the disciples and elders of the town palace were all startled.
The Blast Lian Slash is a unique move of the Blast Sword Technique, and it is usually countered with a unique move, but it can be cracked with the ordinary sword move of the Wind Cutting Sword Technique.
If it is a coincidence, it can only be said that luck is very good. If it is not a coincidence, that kind of eyesight is too amazing.
"This son's mastery of the wind-cutting swordsmanship is so brilliant." As a true martial artist, the elder saw it more clearly, and after thinking about it, he was sure that Chen Zong did not rely on luck.
"It turns out that, the swordsmanship of cutting the wind... cutting the wind..." The four swords broke the opponent's unique move, and Chen Zongming realized more deeply.
No. 2 was startled, and immediately used his sword again, but when Chen Zong's mind turned, he didn't stop at all, and the ten swords of the cut wind were unfolded, and each sword was faster than the other.
The eighth sword!
The ninth sword!
The tenth sword!
The middle door opened wide, and the sword struck straight, pushing it with tyrannical internal energy, and No. 2 retreated again and again, only to feel that his chest was tight and his breathing was not smooth.
Chen Zong attacked again, and No. 2 was shot down in the ring.
"Won again!" Yang Jingzhi clenched his fists, wishing he could personally come on stage to teach Chen Zong a lesson.
Next, Lin Tianyu also defeated his opponent and successfully advanced.
At the end of the third round, fourteen were eliminated and fourteen advanced.
"Fourth round."
"It's the last round, the seven who can win are the Seven New Stars."
The Seven Nova are not ranked high or low, so this is the final round.
Whether it is Lin Tianyu or Chen Zong, they are all unexpected. One beats the second rank of the training force at the peak of the first rank of the training force, and the other has just broken through to the training force and won again and again.
"I don't know if the two of them meet, who will win?"
"In my opinion, Lin Tianyu must win. Chen Zong's strength is indeed good, and he is also a genius, but he can't be the opponent of the second rank of the training force."
"Congratulations on entering the fourth round." The elder smiled.
Of the 14 people who entered the fourth round, a total of eight were practicing Jin Jingjing, one of the other four lost to Lin Tianyu's sword, three were defeated by other Jin Jingjing's second turning sword, and the other six were practicing Jin. Turn around.
"Let's draw lots."
This time, Chen Zong drew No. 5, and his opponent was No. 6.
The first one to play was Lin Tianyu. His opponent was a peak of the first turn of the practice force, and his strength was not weak.
Out of the sword, the sword poured down like a torrential rain, suppressing the opponent at once, and then defeating it, and the victory was clean and neat.
"how come!"
"too easy."
"Seven new stars are in hand."
There is no doubt that Lin Tianyu is one of the seven new stars after defeating his opponent.
The rest of the people who have not yet faced off are all heart-warming.
No. 3 vs. No. 4, both of them are practicing the second-rank cultivation level of Jingjing, and they are also practicing low-level exercises and low-level swordsmanship. They are evenly matched in this respect, and the outcome can only be determined by how they apply it.
With similar strengths, both of them used all their means without reservation, and they must defeat each other. After all, if they win, they will be able to get the honor of Seven Nova.
battle battle!
A quarter of an hour later, No. 4 seized a chance to trade injuries and defeated No. 3. The victory was very lucky.
But to win is to win.
Then, it's No. 5 vs. No. 6.
"I'm from Liumen, what do you think I should do with you?" No. 6 stared at Chen Zong, and suddenly grinned. His cultivation is the second turn of the power level, and he is sure to win. Yang Jingzhi had explained that if he met Chen Zong, he would teach him a lesson.
"If you say that, I'm relieved." Chen Zong said lightly.
"Dead duck has a hard mouth." The voice fell, and the other party immediately drew his sword. The sword was like a volcanic eruption, fierce and domineering, and bombarded.
"Cut the wind!"
With a low moan, Chen Zong's sword was unsheathed, like a wind, and the wind cut through it, and the speed of the sword increased sharply.
After three battles, Chen Zong's comprehension of the wind-cutting swordsmanship was more profound. At this time, it was different and deeper than before.
The opponent's swordsmanship is obviously a swordsmanship based on explosive power. The speed of the sword is not fast, but the power of each sword burst is very strong. With the fierce internal strength, the power is further improved.
Swish swish, Chen Zong stabbed out with three swords in a row, and immediately broke the opponent's first sword and fought back.
"What's the matter with the speed of the sword, take me to the Volcano Sword Storm!" No. 6 shouted violently, with an astonishing momentum, his fierce inner strength surged, and the sudden burst of impetus, a sword slammed out, an amazing sword whistle sounded, and the ultimate move came out, Chen Zong immediately felt that there seemed to be a scorching heat coming towards his face, that kind of power was very strong, as if he could smash himself to pieces in the blink of an eye.
Before the sword arrived, the strong sword pressure whistled, causing Chen Zong's long hair to flutter, and the sword robes fluttering at the corners of his clothes.
His eyes were condensed, and a tyrannical sword light reflected in his pupils. Chen Zong held his breath for a moment, and his mental will was highly concentrated. The violent sword light that came in front of him seemed to gradually become slow and gradually enlarged...