Chapter 12 Hidden Dragon in the Abyss

(The geniuses of other people are used to strike)

Inside the house, Chen Zong completed the Tiger Roar Technique, and quickly took out an energy pill and threw it into his mouth.

"Sixth time, close to completion."

After adjusting his breathing, he took out the Xiaojianjing and looked at the first page. He found that although the content of the Xiaojianjing was not much, every time he read it carefully, there would always be new insights, which was a wonderful feeling.

The door was suddenly knocked.

"Can Chen Zong be here?" A faint voice came in, sounding anxious.

Putting down Xiaojianjing, Chen Zong quickly opened the door, and there was a person standing at the door, it was Chen Yidao.

"Yi Dao, is there something wrong?" Chen Zong asked in a hurry.

"It's urgent, hurry up." Chen Yidao took a few breaths and said quickly: "There are warriors from other families to challenge, no one is an opponent, and he also named him to challenge you."

"Oh, who is it?" Chen Zong's eyes lit up.

Ever since Chen Fenghua, Chen Guzhan and the other four broke through to become warriors, Chen Zong felt a little lonely. In any case, the four of them could have played against him once or two, and replaced them with warriors from other clans, even his own. The sword couldn't stop it.

"Tang family Tang Junluo." Chen Yidao said quickly, he didn't know this person, and he didn't know how strong he was.

"Tang Junluo." Chen Zong's eyes shone like sharp swords.

This name, which Sister Yun told her, was one of the people she needed to pay attention to.

"Go." Chen Zong's footsteps were faster than Chen Yidao.

On the martial arts field, almost all the martial disciples of the Chen family were here, as well as Elder Xing, and in addition, there were two strangers, one old and one young.

"Isn't Chen Zong here yet?" The boy was dressed in a purple military uniform with a golden dragon embroidered on it, mysterious and noble.

"I've already called. When the time comes, you will know what a master is." Chen Baiqi said angrily.

"I'm looking forward to it." The young Tang Junluo carried his hands on his back, with a posture like a king, his tone was indifferent, as if he was aloof, which made the martial disciples of the Chen family furious, but they were helpless, because it has been proved that any of them, They couldn't stop the opponent's move, but the opponent didn't even use the weapon he was carrying.

Now, all expectations can only be placed on Chen Zong.

It's just that Chen Zong hasn't come yet, it's too slow, and he's in a hurry.

"Elder Tang Zhigu, the Tang family has produced a great junior." Elder Xing said with a smile, quite graceful, like this kind of competition between juniors in the clan, it happens from time to time, and a temporary victory or defeat is nothing.

"Where, now, Jun Luo has only tempered his blood seven times." Elder Tang Zhigu pretended to be modest, but he emphasized the word "seven times", and his face was full of smugness. Hit him hard.

Elder Xing was shocked.

Seven times!

Since the establishment of the entire Chen Family Hall, no one has ever achieved it, and I can't help but sigh that the background of the three giants is different, and it is not comparable to the five families.

"Is it the reason to challenge the martial disciples of various families to accumulate momentum and attack for the eighth time?" Elder Xing asked tentatively.

"That's right." Tang Junluo answered himself, his tone was flat, but he could still hear the arrogance contained in it.

Tempering blood energy eight times is a level that no one has ever reached in the entire history of Fengwu City.

The conversation between Elder Xing and Elder Tang Zhigu was not concealed, and Chen Zong, who came over, happened to hear it. In an instant, a mighty gaze approached, like the gaze of a king, bringing a trace of inexplicable pressure to Chen Zong. , which made him feel excited involuntarily.

Without any hesitation, Chen Zong's eyes immediately locked on the other party, and he knew at a glance that it was Tang Junluo, the genius of the Tang family.

The eyes were like electricity, and they collided in an instant, as if countless sparks burst out, and everyone seemed to smell the scorching smell in the air.

"Chen Zong, come here." Elder Xing waved, and Chen Zong withdrew his gaze and walked over.

"He is Tang family Tang Junluo,

Now the blood energy has been tempered seven times, and Tang Junluo's natural strength exceeds the standard. "Elder Xing said in a low voice: "Our Chen family trains the blood qi with the Tiger Roaring Art, and the Tang family is the Hidden Dragon Art, which means the hidden dragon is in the abyss and soars into the sky. "

"Seven hundred pounds, seven times!" Chen Zong was surprised, a trace of fighting intent emerged from the deepest part of his heart.

"The cultivation of Hidden Dragon Art, the most important momentum, pays attention to me being the king and the ten thousand people to retreat. The stronger the momentum, the better the cultivation effect, and even the ability to break through one's own limits." The voice of the elder awakened, only he and Chen Zong were able to do so. Listen clearly: "Tang Junluo has already defeated the martial arts geniuses of the Li family, the Zhao family, and the other four great families, and only after defeating you and the other genius martial artists in Fengwu City will be able to accumulate enough momentum to attack the eighth time and create A new record for Fengwu City."

"It turned out to be using me as a stepping stone, so I'll let him know that I'm not a stone, I'm a mountain that can't be crossed." Chen Zong's tone was firm and sharp.

"Okay." Elder Xing couldn't help applauding. Although he didn't think that Chen Zong could defeat Tang Junluo, or even lose a high probability, he admired Chen Zong's momentum.

To practice martial arts, you must be so fearless, and to practice swordsmanship, you need to be so sharp.

"You are Chen Zong, take me a punch first." Tang Junluo took one step forward, his body smashed with a punch like a dragon, his fist roared, like a giant python coming out of a hole, and the breath was compelling.

"You also punch me!" Chen Zong didn't draw his sword, he also punched, turning into a tiger and roaring, shattering the air.

Neither side carried blood, and both the Horned Python Boxing and Tiger Force Boxing reached a state of perfection.

Everyone seemed to see a giant python fighting a fierce tiger.

With a bang, the air shattered and the airflow stirred, blowing the dust, Tang Junluo swayed slightly, and Chen Zong took a small step back.

In terms of single-arm strength, Tang Junluo should surpass Chen Zong by 200 kilograms. In terms of martial arts, the two sides are even, so Chen Zong should be directly repelled, but Chen Zong's left arm has 50 kilograms of heavy iron, although it increases his burden, But to a certain extent, he made his punches heavier, so he only took a small step back.

"It's not bad to be able to block my punch with your standard strength, but to retreat a little." Tang Junluo said in the tone of a senior: "However, you are not as good as me."

"I practice swords, you practice spears, and I haven't really shot, why not." Chen Zong retorted, unsheathed, pointed at Tang Junluo, and his blood flowed faster due to excitement.

"I'll convince you of your defeat." Tang Junluo stretched out his hand and pulled out the weapon behind his back. It was two gun barrels. When he buckled it, it was a long gun that was 1.7 meters long. The gun body was golden and engraved with dragon patterns. Knowing that it is an excellent weapon, in terms of quality, I don't know how much better than the iron sword in Chen Zong's hand.

With the golden dragon-patterned spear in hand, Tang Junluo's aura suddenly changed drastically, as if he had killed ten in ten out of the enemy army.

"My spear technique is called Qianlong." Tang Junluo's voice also seemed to have an inexplicable power, putting pressure on everyone, twisting his body and assuming a posture of shrinking a long spear, as if the Qianlong was in the abyss and wanted to fly. soaring.

"Please." Chen Zong put on the afterimage swordsmanship, and the mellow taste permeated.

Afterwards, Tang Junluo flicked his body, and the cold glow bloomed in front of his eyes, and the spear shot out like a dragon.

Chen Zong's figure flickered, the iron sword broke through the air, and the sword shadows were intertwined.

Everyone's eyes widened, trying to see clearly, but the speed of the two was too fast, and they could only see the blurred spear and sword shadows, colliding again and again.

With a long spear in his hand, the Qianlong spear technique in the realm of perfection is suitable for both distance and distance.

The three gates of perfection are alternately displayed, you have me and I have you, and the power is unpredictable.

"The three swordsmanships of foundation building have been cultivated to a perfect state." Elder Tang Zhigu was surprised.

As a genius martial artist of the Tang family, Tang Junluo only cultivated the two foundation-building martial arts of the Horned Python Boxing and the Qianlong Spear to a perfect state, but the Chen family martial artist has three skills, no, counting the boxing skills that were displayed by the talents. It is four doors.

"What an amazing comprehension." Elder Tang Zhigu was once again amazed.

"Yeah, although this son has average physique and talent, his understanding is still good." Elder Xing laughed.

"No matter how good your understanding is, you are not Jun Luo's opponent." Elder Tang Zhigu snorted coldly.

"Hehe, that's not necessarily." The outcome is uncertain, and Elder Xing won't admit it.

The Qianlong spear technique can exercise 70% of the body parts, and its power is naturally stronger than the eagle fencing technique. Thanks to Chen Zong's uninterrupted training of the basic eighteen poses and the three-character key to fast, accurate, and stable, Chen Zong's reaction is faster and more flexible, and the sword is faster, more accurate, more stable, and more arbitrary.

battle battle!

The shadow of the gun swept across all directions, like a hidden dragon coming out of the abyss, flying straight into the sea of ​​clouds, surging endlessly.

The sword light pierced the air, the sword shadows overlapped, and it swayed like a willow. It suddenly turned into an eagle and flew up, killing it in an instant.

Gradually, Chen Zong gained a new understanding of the three swordsmanships. With the swing of the sword, the differences between the three swordsmanships seemed to gradually disappear, and there was a tendency to merge into one.

"Swords follow your heart, and your minds will go through. This guy has a high talent for practicing swords." Tang Zhigu was once again surprised and a little jealous. Why wasn't this kind of genius in the Tang family.

Although he still believes that Chen Zong is not as good as Tang Junluo, but with this talent for swordsmanship and training, he is bound to become a master of swordsmanship, which is very important to any family.

Tang Junluo was shocked in his heart. He thought that with his own strength, he could defeat the opponent without moving blood, but he never expected that it would be a tie. Gradually, the opponent's swordsmanship seemed to be more and more sophisticated self-repressive tendencies.

"Panlong style!" With a low voice, he swirled his guns in both hands to block Chen Zong's iron sword. After that, his blood was carried, and his skin turned red like a boiled prawn.

"Flying Dragon Style!" The spear swirled and swept out in an instant. Under the terrifying power of 1,400 pounds, an astonishing force erupted, and the momentum was shocking. Instantly smash all sword shadows...