Chapter 38 Blood-Burning Tactics

The three pseudo-transcendent realm powerhouses of Linshanhou, Wushanhou, and Yinluosheng stood in the same position, forming a triangle, separated by hundreds of meters.

For the pseudo-transcendent realm powerhouses, the difference between one hundred meters and ten meters and one meter is not big, and they can be crossed in an instant, but at the same time, they can also respond quickly and retreat calmly.

Among the three powerhouses, Chen Zong and Yin Luosheng's disciples were fighting fiercely.

The two sides have passed the initial temptation, and the battle has intensified.

Yin Luosheng's disciples used palm techniques, each palm contained terrifying strength, and the arms under the sleeves of the robe were like gold and iron, which could resist the slashing of Chen Zong's double swords.

However, the power of the Red Thunder Sword and the Ancient Que Sword was so tyrannical that Yin Luosheng's disciples did not dare to take them hard again and again, but when they could not dodge, they had to use their arms to resist.

The sword light was like thunder and lightning, and sometimes it seemed like a turbulent ocean tide.

Every sword technique has reached the realm of subtlety, and it consumes less power and is more powerful.

Like a violent storm, like a blazing movie, suddenly, it turns into a breeze, the change of swordsmanship style and the instantaneous change of power make Yin Luo who has never fought against Chen Zong and is unfamiliar with Chen Zong. The disciples were very uncomfortable, the rhythm was disrupted, and they became passive.

Under the black robe, Yin Luosheng frowned slightly, and then stretched out. Chen Zong's swordsmanship was beyond his expectations, but his disciples were not so easy to deal with.

Suddenly, two sword qi burst into the air, blocking the retreat of Yin Luosheng's disciples.

Break the empty cross!

The dazzling cross sword light pierced through the air, as if dividing the world into four.

There was no evasion, and Yin Luosheng's disciple was directly hacked.

"it is good!"

Someone shouted in a low voice, they naturally hope that Chen Zong can win, and it is best to kill the other party.

Chen Zong did not have the slightest joy. The moment the two swords slashed the opponent, there was a feeling of losing the target, which was very abrupt, as if the sword was not strong, and there was a feeling of being empty, and the black robe seemed to have a unique strength. , so that all of his strength seems to be leaking out, and his figure can't stop rushing forward.

The black robe that was divided into four suddenly fluttered up, as if it was infinitely magnified, and a dark cloud covered the sky towards Chen Zong. The extremely strong sense of crisis made Chen Zong's eyebrows jump.

Astonishing step!

When he made a decisive decision, Chen Zong quickly rushed forward with his black robe on. Behind him, a murderous yin wind whistled.

Fortunately, he avoided it, otherwise, if he was hit, he would be severely injured.

I don't know when, Yin Luosheng's disciple appeared behind Chen Zong and made a killing move. He thought that he could take this opportunity to kill Chen Zong, and even if it didn't work, he would be severely injured, but he was avoided.

Seeing that Chen Zong hadn't broken free from the shackles of the black robe, Yin Luosheng's disciple made another move.

Like a black wind swept through, the palms linked together, and the black palm prints roared with the yin wind, rolling like a torrent, without reservation, all slammed towards Chen Zong.

The sword light was sharp, and the black robe was chopped into pieces, as if the water of the Tianhe was pouring, and the ocean was flowing.

The palm print shattered and the sword light disintegrated.

Chen Zong and Yin Luosheng's disciples approached each other, fighting in close quarters, with their double swords changing and their palms interlocking.

That kind of dangerous, thrilling.

"What a strong strength." Yang Tianzhao whispered to himself, with such strength, even if he played, he would not dare to say that he would win, at most he would maintain a tie.

"Very strong." Wushanhou disciple Fei Yuan first had a solemn expression on his face, and then his unruly eyes were full of fighting intent. He had the most sense of accomplishment when he fought against such a powerful peer and defeated the opponent.

"Yinfeng ghost cry!"

The Yin Luosheng disciple who lost his black robe and wore black armor with black arm armor on his arms had a sinister expression on his face, he let out a low voice, his right fist and claws changed instantly, his inner strength pounded fast and then slowly, wrapped around his arms, and brought them up. A bleak black wind whistled.

In the humming sound, it was like a ghost crying in the dark night, disturbing the mind and making people trance.

Chen Zong only felt the darkness in front of him. Amidst the gloomy wind, a hideous face appeared out of thin air, making a strange and sharp cry, like a magic sound piercing his brain, and he suddenly opened his mouth, the pitch black like an endless abyss. to devour yourself.

"My intention is like a sword, slash!"

Chen Zong's determination was unshakable, his mental will was highly condensed, and he instantly eliminated the feeling of trance, his eyes burst into a sharp light, and his double swords cut through the air.

Taking this opportunity, Yin Luosheng's disciples had already displayed their secret technique, with a black aura surrounding their body, extremely gloomy and cold, and their aura climbed in a straight line, almost stepping into a four-star level.

"Yin Feng Hundred Steps Strike!"

Ten meters apart, Yin Luosheng's disciple pressed his palm into the air, and the terrifying power instantly penetrated the air and slammed into Chen Zong's heart.

The gloomy cold made Chen Zong's heart contract instantly, and the ancient queer sword fell.

"Yinfeng Serial Palms!"

After casting the secret technique, Yin Luosheng's disciple's strength has improved a lot, and it seems to have the feeling of suppressing Chen Zong. Once the Yinfeng Palm is unfolded, it can't stop at all.

Fun and dripping.

Under the palm of the other party's Yinfeng, Chen Zong only felt cold all over his body, and a trace of gloomy chill kept penetrating into his body from the pores all over his body, as if to freeze Chen Zong from the inside out.

The wind whistled like waves, and Chen Zong seemed to have turned into a small boat, drifting with the waves in the stormy sea, and was in danger of being overturned and shattered at any time.

The pressure came from all directions, and Chen Zong felt that his limbs seemed to become stiff, and gradually fell behind.

"Father, is there any problem with junior brother?" Guan Yunxi asked with concern.

"Nothing." Lin Shanhou said, looking very relieved to Chen Zong.

"Miss, the young master hasn't done his best." Yan Wei stood aside and smiled.

Hearing the words of Linshanhou and Yanwei, Guan Yunxi felt relieved.

"Blood-burning tactics!"

Chen Zong also displayed a secret technique, and the pure Yang Qi and blood collided violently, as if it was burning, and the blood-colored Qi energy filled the whole body, mixed with the Huntian Poyuan Jin, which greatly enhanced the Huntian Poyuan energy. Powerful power.

Chen Zong's body is surrounded by blood-colored energy, which looks like a layer of faint red flames, exuding a pure masculine aura.

"It's blood-burning tactics!"

"It's amazing blood."

"The strength of this kind of qi and blood..." The real martial realm was surprised, while the three pseudo-transcendent realms were shocked. At the same time, a guess appeared in their minds at the same time.

"Qi and blood pure Yang!"

"Blood is great!"

"Wu Ming, kill him at all costs." Yin Luosheng didn't know whether his judgment was accurate, but as long as there was a chance, he couldn't miss it.

Great blood!

That is the realm that very few heaven's favored sons can achieve, laying an incomparably solid foundation and having even greater potential.

The Marquis of Wushan was stunned, and there was another kind of jealousy. If it was true that the qi and blood were perfect, the guy Guan Zaishan would have such good luck.

As for Lin Shanhou, it was an indescribable surprise. If it was true that the Qi and Blood were perfect, then this disciple would be even better than he imagined.

"Qi and blood are perfect, earth-level unparalleled exercises, and vigor practice is perfect..." Thinking about it, Lin Shanhou couldn't help being excited.

The key point now is to confirm whether Chen Zong has achieved the Great Perfection of Qi and Blood.

Blood burning is different from the previous blood burning technique. The blood burning technique is a very practical secret technique. The power it produces is closely related to the strength of the martial artist's own blood.

The qi and blood of ordinary martial practitioners in the strength state belong to the standard level, and the effect of using blood-burning tactics is only average. Under the bloody warfare method, the power of a ** is supplied to the whole body from the qi and blood, which brings not only the enhancement of internal strength, but also the physique seems to become more powerful.

The footsteps staggered, and the figure turned into a red lightning, slicing through the air, and instantly approaching Yin Luosheng disciple Wuming, dragging a long scarlet flame tail behind him.

"So fast!"

"How can it be so fast!"

The spectators were amazed.

Compared with before, Chen Zong's speed was at least 30% faster.

The increase of 30% speed does not have much effect on the weak, and the effect is more obvious for the stronger.

Wuming was also taken aback, and hurriedly retreated to dodge. In front of him, two sword lights with scarlet shadows ripped apart the sky and killed him faster than his body. The power contained in them was to make Wuming. His eyelids jumped, and he felt like his whole body was being torn apart.

Originally, Wuming thought that if he exerted a secret technique to greatly increase his strength, he would be able to suppress Chen Zong and inflict heavy damage. Maybe there was a chance to kill him. As for Chen Zong, he also mastered the secret technique, which was expected.

Unexpectedly, the increase in strength after Chen Zong displayed the secret technique was too obvious, completely above him.

Originally had the upper hand, but was suddenly reversed, Wuming was very unwilling.

And the master Yin Luosheng gave him a voice transmission, and he would kill Chen Zong at all costs. This is to make him work hard.

As soon as the thought turned away, Chen Zong's two swords crossed into a scarlet sword net, covering Wuming from the front at an astonishing speed. Every sword light in the sword net contained terrifying power. Wuming brings a serious threat and feels the danger of death.

The people watching the battle, especially those who practiced the strength realm, were even more excited, secretly clenching their fists. From the scarlet sword net, they felt a kind of extreme edge, as if they could cut all the hardness in the world. 's edge.

All practitioners of Jin Jingjing want to think about how to deal with it if they face this move on their own?

dodge?

Too late, the speed of the sword network is too fast, and the coverage is very large.

Positive defense?

It is difficult, the sharp breath emanating from the sword net seems to be invincible.

Yang Tianzhao and Duan Chenjian both had solemn expressions on their faces. They felt that facing this scarlet sword net, perhaps, there was only one dead end. Even if they used the secret technique, they could not avoid injury.

Fei Yuan's eyes are no longer unruly, only dignified, under his arms longer than normal, his hands are clenched into fists, and the back of his hands has bulging veins, showing that he is extremely uneasy, because he feels that he is not sure to resist Chen. Zong such a move.

Then, how should Yin Luosheng's disciples resist?