Chapter 45 Who Can Be the First (4)
Liao Feifan stared at Chen Zong, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
Half a year ago, the master of Mingguang Mountain and the elders had explained that when they met Chen Zong in the Zongmen Grand Competition, they would use heavy hands to abolish him, but judging from the current situation, it is obviously impossible to abolish the other party, otherwise it would be tantamount to violating the law. According to the sect's rules, even the Mingguang Mountain Master could hardly keep him.
However, it cannot be abolished, but Chen Zong can also be severely punished and humiliated, and it is enough to beat him into a non-fatal serious injury.
In this way, Cangyu Mountain can be humiliated and the owner of Mingguang Mountain can be happy.
Turning his mind, Liao Feifan's eyes staring at Chen Zong became more and more cold and fierce. Immediately, the corners of his mouth turned up, a smirk hung on his face, and he said in a cold and sharp voice: "Chen Zong, I hope you can hold on for a while, don't give up early That's good."
Hearing this, Chen Zong smiled slightly.
The sound from outside cannot be transmitted here, but the sound here is not affected and can be transmitted to the outside.
Liao Feifan's voice was neither concealed nor strengthened deliberately, but many people could hear it, and all of them had strange expressions on their faces.
Judging from Chen Zong's easy defeat of Qin Yijue before, Chen Zong's strength is at least the second level, and it is still relatively strong in the second level. There is no doubt that Liao Feifan is also the second level of strength, but he can Whether it is stronger than Chen Zong is still unknown.
Of course, it was also because Liao Feifan didn't know that Qin Yijue was easily defeated by Chen Zong's sword, otherwise he wouldn't have said such a thing.
"This disciple of Mingguang Mountain is really interesting." Master Cangyu Mountain couldn't help laughing.
The corners of Mingguang Mountain Lord's eyes twitched again and again, his face was gloomy, and he wished he could slap Liao Feifan to death.
Up to now, the Master of Mount Mingguang no longer placed his hopes on Liao Feifan. After all, Chen Zong's strength was not weak, at least not weaker than Liao Feifan, and maybe even stronger.
"No. 6, choose the battle terrain." Elder Yuande's voice sounded.
"The Land of Three Suns." Without hesitation, Liao Feifan made his choice.
The terrain changed into a valley. There was no vegetation around the valley, and there were only hard reddish-brown stones, which seemed to emit a trace of high temperature and scorching heat.
Immediately, three clusters of crimson light condensed over the valley, turning into three rounds of scorching sun, wantonly releasing sword-like light beams, further raising the temperature in the valley.
no doubt,
This is the fighting environment that is beneficial to Liao Feifan.
He drew out the long knife at his waist. It was a three-finger-wide long knife. The blade seemed to be bright yellow or crimson red with a faint halo.
"Are you ready?"
As soon as the words fell, Liao Feifan shook his long sword, and a slap-sized bright sword like a crescent moon cut through the air towards Chen Zong's shoulder.
With a shake of Chen Zong's shoulder, the light of the knife brushed past him, and hit a rock behind him, and a knife mark appeared when it broke into it.
Liao Feifei's figure flashed, and he approached Chen Zong with the sword together. The light of the sword became brighter and became a little dazzling.
In an instant, dozens of saber lights descended from the sky, covering them like a fan, leaving Chen Zong nowhere to dodge. Each of the saber lights carried the small true meaning of fire fluctuations.
As the number one core disciple of Mingguang Mountain, he is extremely talented and powerful, and Liao Feifan has already comprehended and mastered the four small true meanings of the true meaning of fire.
The four small true meanings of the true meaning of fire are the true meaning of Liao Feifan's major, and coupled with the inheritance of Mingguang Mountain, he chose the battle environment like the Land of Three Suns.
There is both light and heat.
In fact, the true meaning that is most suitable for Mingguang Mountain should be the true meaning of light, but it is a pity that the difficulty of comprehending the true meaning of light is higher than that of the true meaning of fire. So far, Liao Feifan has only mastered a kind of Just a little sincerity.
Facing Liao Feifan's dozens of slayings with the light of the sword carrying the little truth of fire, Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged. This level of offensive is nothing, but it is only the second level.
One sword can break it.
However, Chen Zong did not intend to do so.
Chen Zong was very interested in the choice of combat environment, and this land of three suns was suitable for Liao Feifan's combat environment, but it might not be unsuitable for him.
Chen Zong could clearly feel the fluctuations of the small true meaning of the active Fire True Intent around him, as well as another kind of bright and bright small true meaning.
Most importantly, he did not plan to defeat Liao Feifan easily.
The long sword came out of its sheath, bringing out a crimson light, and on it, there was also a small true meaning of fire.
That's right, after receiving a lot of meritorious service, Chen Zong entered the Realm of Enlightenment many times, not only comprehended all the four small true meanings of the true meaning of water, but also comprehended all the four small true meanings of the true meaning of fire.
Under such an environment, it is obviously suitable for the true meaning of fire and small true meaning to play.
Under the superb swordsmanship, Chen Zong completely resisted dozens of saber lights, and then turned back with a sword.
Liao Feifan's face was suddenly solemn, Chen Zong's strength was somewhat beyond his expectation.
"Red Sun Slash!"
As soon as the knife fell, the crimson knife light covered a layer of raging flames, constantly absorbing the little true meaning of fire floating in the air, which made the power of this knife continue to increase, and the flame became stronger and stronger.
"Burning Yang Style!"
Chen Zong slashed out with a sword.
The first form of Fenyang is the pseudo-spiritual martial arts deduced and created in the territory of Yanwu after he comprehended and mastered the four small true meanings of the true meaning of fire. There are four types in total. The formula is to integrate two kinds, the third formula is to integrate three kinds, and the fourth formula is to integrate four kinds, which is very simple and direct.
The crimson sword light carried a round of coronal light, as if covered by red flames, fiercely pierced through the air, and collided with Chiyang Zhan's huge sword light.
Following that, Chiyang Zhan and Fenyang both collapsed.
Burning Yang Second Style!
Chen Zong used the second move, which was even more powerful.
"Fire Sky Strike!" Liao Feifan swung his saber and raised it, the crimson saber light permeated and condensed, and then rushed into the sky, reaching a height of 100 meters, continuously compressing and condensing into the shape of a saber tip, the terrifying aura spread far away. Chen Zong locks.
come down!
The huge knife tip rubbed against the air at high speed, emitting even more astonishing high temperature and heat, like a comet shooting down, ruthlessly bombarded and fell.
high altitude!
sharp!
huge!
Hot!
The combination of all kinds of things carries the power of three small true meanings, and in the battle environment suitable for oneself in the land of three suns, the power of this blow gradually approaches the fake of the four small true meanings. Lingwu.
Very strong!
After the fire shot down, Liao Feifan approached Chen Zong in a bully manner. The long knife shook, and layers of knife light filled the air. Immediately, the speed of the knife reached the extreme.
What this knife incorporates is not the small true meaning of the true meaning of fire, but the small true meaning of the true meaning of light. Light is originally very good at speed, so the speed of this knife is also indescribably fast.
In an instant, Chen Zong faced two tyrannical attacks.
The expression remained unchanged. Although this level was strong enough to severely injure or even kill some second poles, it was still not enough for Chen Zong.
In a blink of an eye, the fiery sky strike that fell broke through the hard valley rock, and drilled a hole several meters deep. rise.
An extremely bright knife light swept past like an aurora, cutting and shattering an afterimage that was distorted like smoke.
Eyelids twitched, Liao Feifan's complexion was ugly, and there was a bad feeling in his heart. Chen Zong's strength seemed to be beyond his expectations.
There was a burst of heat coming from behind, Liao Feifan turned around quickly, slashed out with the long knife, and shook his body at the same time, turning into three figures, and in a flash, he went forward to kill again.
Swords clash!
Countless ear-piercing collision sounds erupted, and countless sparks splashed.
Chen Zong's sword is fast, and Liao Feifan's saber is also fast, but Liao Feifan is fast with all his strength, while Chen Zong has hidden fastness, so the two sides are even.
"This person's strength shouldn't be limited to this level." A core disciple of Jiwu Tianzong frowned and said in surprise.
Just now he saw the scene where Chen Zong defeated Qin Yijue with a sword.
"It doesn't matter." The core disciple of Jiwu Tianzong said lightly, he only had Fang Xingchen in his eyes.
"That's right, without the strength of the third pole, it is not worthy of the attention of the senior brother at all."
But the other core disciples who were shortlisted in the top ten didn't have any special feelings, because they didn't know Chen Zong's real strength.
"Red Sun Slash!"
"Fire Slash!"
"Three strikes!"
"Fire Sky Strike!"
Liao Feifan unleashed a trick of his own creation or a pseudo-spiritual martial arts left by his predecessors, with a knife in his hand, he kept beheading Chen Zong, extremely violent.
Realizing that Chen Zong's strength is not simple, he no longer has the idea of torturing and humiliating Chen Zong, but wants to defeat him.
"The light is absolutely cut!"
Holding the long knife with both hands and raising it high, the violent little truth and a tyrannical force are completely poured into it, and the little truth that pervades the surroundings is also attached, as if pouring backwards like a vortex, the three blazing suns above seem to be swept As if detonating, it blasted out even more astonishing rays of light and heat.
"cut!"
The sound of violent shouting was like thunder rolling, and the huge knife light radiating dazzling light slashed down in an astonishing arc, splitting everything in front of him, making Chen Zong feel his scalp go numb.
The light is absolutely cut!
The secret martial arts inherited from Mingguang Mountain.
This cut incorporates four small true meanings, one of which is the small true meaning of light, and the other three are small true meanings of fire.
"Four Yang Styles!"
Chen Zong held his sword horizontally in front of him, his face was somewhat cold and solemn, and his sword finger slashed across the scarlet sword.
Immediately, as if the sword had been activated, a stream of flame shot out, hesitating with moving spirituality.
Then, a sword was drawn, which looked plain, but the blazing heat from the three rounds of scorching sun in the sky seemed to be drawn into it.
Such a fighting environment is also beneficial to Chen Zong.
As soon as the sword was struck out, the body of the sword disappeared, only a stream of flame pierced through the air.
After the collision, all sounds disappeared, and all the surrounding scenes seemed to freeze. In less than a hundredth of a breath, the terrifying explosion roared and hit the sky, and the rocks below were shattered inch by inch. Melting, the crimson ripples spread one after another, crushing the broken rock into centimeters.