Great Sword Master

The illusory realm of hundreds of battles, the gateway.

A figure suddenly appeared, and immediately left the door as if being thrown out, landing in front of everyone.

"Huo Bingyang, thirty-six battles!"

At the same time, a deep and distant voice came from the portal of Baizhan Illusionary Realm, resounding throughout the audience and being clearly heard by everyone.

"Thirty-six battles!"

"He was the first one out."

"Being the first to come out does not mean that he has experienced the least battles..."

All kinds of discussions were heard one after another, but Huo Bingyang looked extremely ugly.

One is that every battle is too difficult. In extreme life and death battles, there is no chance at all. If you are lucky enough to possess a body that matches your body, you will undoubtedly be able to directly display your strength.

But such good luck is rare.

Most possessed bodies are actually unsatisfactory, and it will undoubtedly take time to adapt to and then control the power of the body.

Different people adapt and control with different efficiencies.

However, those who can win the quota are themselves at the top level of peerless geniuses, with extraordinary awareness, so the efficiency of adaptation and control is not low. Otherwise, how can they continue to fight one after another.

Of course, all kinds of possessions are encountered.

Various disadvantages will also come into contact.

Secondly, he was the first to come out, which meant he was the first to be eliminated. Regardless of whether the other nine people had experienced a lower number of extreme life-and-death battles than him, it was undeniable that he was the first to be eliminated.

What's more, judging from this situation, he was the first to be eliminated, and he may have experienced the least number of extreme life and death battles.

Thinking of this, Huo Bingyang felt heartbroken.

Extremely uncomfortable!

Then, another figure appeared, appearing from the portal in an instant, and the deep and ancient voice sounded again.

"Zhou Xian, thirty-five battles!"

In an instant, Huo Bingyang's mood changed from gloomy to sunny, and he felt better instantly.

Even though he was the first to be eliminated, after thirty-six battles and one more battle than his opponent, it was still more, so he felt better.

After a while, one after another appeared.

Some have gone through forty battles.

Some have gone through more than forty battles.

After a period of time, eight people were eliminated one after another, and the one who had gone through the most was forty-eight battles.

"Yang Haoming and the sword cultivator have not been eliminated yet."

"They should be able to fight more than fifty battles..."

"I heard that the maximum limit for the Hundred Battles Fantasy Realm so far is seventy-nine battles, and the second place is sixty-nine battles."

"As far as I know, there are less than a hundred warriors who exceed fifty."

It sounded true, and it was a kind of comfort, but the eight people were not actually comforted.

After all, ten people entered, but eight of them came out first.

Coming out means being eliminated.

One of the remaining two people is Yang Haoming, whom they are familiar with, and the other is a sword cultivator who doesn't know where he came from. So far, no information about Chen Feng has been released.

After all, apart from Chen Feng himself, only Yang Haoming and the Great Elder of Tianmeng knew about it.

Chen Feng has not exposed himself, and Yang Haoming is even less likely to expose himself. The Great Elder of Tianmeng has no plans to say anything yet. What he wants to know more is how many life-and-death battles Chen Feng can fight in the end.

Descendants of Elder Yun!

Defeat Yang Haoming again!

In just three months, he passed the test of the incarnation of the Wu Kong Sword Lord, obtained its inheritance, and even mastered the Wuxiang Wu Kong style, which is undoubtedly extremely amazing.

How not to be curious?

As for Yang Haoming...the Tianmeng Great Elder's curiosity was quite mild.

After all, Zhuyu is in front of you, and your eyes are attracted, so you won't be distracted to pay attention to other things.

Everyone is waiting and curious.

Yang Haoming!

Unknown sword cultivator!

These two haven't been eliminated yet, so how many battles can they eventually go through?

…

Possessed again and again.

One after another extreme life and death battles.

Don’t hesitate!

Don’t hesitate!

No retreat!

Only fight, only kill!

Only in this way can we gain a chance of survival.

What will happen if you are defeated in battle?

Chen Feng didn't know very well. It was basically just being eliminated, but Chen Feng didn't want to be eliminated just like that, because this feeling of possessing others and using other people's power to fight is really a new and rare experience.

Very wonderful!

Of course, for some people, that is not wonderful, but a kind of torture and destruction.

It's like learning.

A scumbag student cannot learn it, and cannot understand its meaning no matter how hard he learns it. If he tries to learn it forcibly, he will only feel pain, which is a kind of torture and devastation.

On the contrary, if you are a top student, you can easily learn all kinds of knowledge, and even draw inferences from one example, analyze difficult problems, etc., and you will get a sense of accomplishment. That feeling is a kind of enjoyment.

At this moment, Chen Feng was just enjoying it.

Every time he is possessed, he can easily obtain simple information about the other party, master what the other party has learned, and make it his own. Although it is still uncertain, Chen Feng feels that it is a good thing for him and a good opportunity.

In this way... Chen Feng hopes to continue fighting.

enjoy!

Grind!

No one can understand his state of mind.

Therefore, in every battle, Chen Feng tried his best to adapt to various disadvantages and turn them into advantages.

Rise from adversity!

Go against the wind!

Turn defeat into victory!

Contrary to Chen Feng, Yang Haoming's face was full of pain.

He wants to go crazy!

tired!

exhausted!

That comes from the exhaustion of consciousness.

Each possession is a different object, which may be a person or not, but the consciousness is always one's own.

He has been possessed many times like this, and every time he has been possessed, he has tried his best to fight to the extreme of life and death, and most of them have been at a disadvantage and adversity.

It's really uncomfortable.

Torture!

But Yang Haoming also knows that opportunities are hard to come by, so he endures them and seizes the opportunity to hone himself as much as possible.

However, this kind of forced endurance is nothing at first, but as time goes by and the number of times increases, it will continue to accumulate, and now, it is almost crazy.

However, Yang Haoming's will is still extremely strong.

Even though I wanted to go crazy, I didn't really go crazy. On the contrary, I still suppressed and endured it.

war!

However, the manic thoughts in his consciousness continued to accumulate, and finally broke out, with an impact like a torrent breaking a bank. In an extreme life-and-death battle, such an impact would be enough to affect everything.

An extremely terrifying blow was coming, and there was no way to dodge it.

"Dead again."

Feeling the severe pain, Yang Haoming secretly thought, and his eyes suddenly turned black.

This was his third death.

Of course, he was looking forward to another 'resurrection', after all, it had already happened twice.

But after waiting, Yang Haoming did not wait to be resurrected.

On the contrary, people were sent out of the Hundred Battles Illusionary Realm and fell into the crowd.

"Yang Haoming, sixty-eight battles!"

A deep and ancient voice sounded, causing Yang Haoming to wake up instantly.

"Sixty-eight battles!"

"It's amazing. He can fight sixty-eight times. It's unbelievable."

"Third in history!"

A series of exclamations sounded out, shocking everyone. The other eight peerless geniuses who had been eliminated before were also shocked to the extreme.

Sixty-eight battles!

It is much better than others, more than twenty battles.

However, Yang Haoming couldn't be happy at all. He knew before coming that the highest record in the Hundred Battles Illusion Realm was seventy-nine battles, and it was set by the female swordsman who defeated his ancestor Yang Tianyu. As for the second highest record, it was sixty-nine battles, which was enough. Ten battles apart

.

Don't underestimate the difference of ten battles.

Only after experiencing it personally can we understand more clearly how astonishing the difference is.

Previously, when he knew that the highest record was set by the female swordsman, Yang Haoming worked hard. No matter what, he would break this record and surpass it.

It is this belief that sustains him through battle after battle.

But he failed in the end.

Not to mention surpassing the female sword cultivator, even the second best in history has never surpassed her.

Not willing to give in!

Frustrated!

"Where's Chen Feng?"

Suddenly, Yang Haoming glanced over with unwillingness, but did not find Chen Feng.

"It turns out that swordsman's name is Chen Feng."

"The sword cultivator...Chen Feng hasn't come out yet."

Hearing this, Yang Haoming felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his sense of unwillingness and frustration became even stronger.

According to this situation, not only would he be unable to surpass the female swordsman, but Chen Feng would also have to suppress him again.

How to be willing?

But there is no choice.

Because it is not affected or controlled by him at all.

…

The sword light was like drizzle, like strands of silk thread, dense, light and soft, and it immediately covered everything in front of him.

The extremely violent attack came, falling under the dense and soft silk-like sword light.

Tangled, bound!

The extremely powerful offensive suddenly became sluggish and slow.

The power of Shi Potianjing's blow, which was almost beyond that of this body, was weakened layer by layer and dissolved into nothingness in an instant.

Immediately, a strong and domineering force grew and exploded from the silk-like sword light.

The power is like a torrent bursting from a dam, like a falling meteor.

Extremely soft turned into extremely strong, the clouds and drizzle instantly turned into blazing meteors. They were as domineering and strong as lightning and thunder, and they were extremely fast, and they immediately fought back.

Execute!

It was another victory, and the familiar sinking feeling struck again. Everything in front of him became illusory. Soon, Chen Feng possessed a new body and experienced new hardships.

Extreme life and death!

Fight, fight, fight!

There will be no truce until the war ceases!

Compared with Yang Haoming's forced endurance, Chen Feng enjoyed it and was immersed in it. It was an extremely wonderful feeling.

Refreshing!

Transparent!

Fight after fight.

The huge tail was wrapped with terrifying purple thunder and red flames, shattering the vacuum and shattering the world, and was shot down in an instant with unparalleled terrifying power.

Unable to resist!

Even if Chen Feng tried his best, he couldn't resist at all.

The gap... is too big, too big to surpass everything.

Poof!

Chen Feng seemed to hear a shattering sound. The possessed body was unable to resist and was directly hit, then broken and defeated.

Consciousness sinks into darkness.

But in the next breath, he woke up again, and Chen Feng couldn't help but be startled.

Possessed again?

And...it seemed that he was still possessed by the original one. Before he had time to think about it, the crisis struck again.

The roar of the dragon shook the sky.

The thousand-foot tyrannosaurus surrounded by thunder and fire trampled on the ground, the purple thunder and red flames on its body stirred up wantonly, and every fiber was filled with extremely terrifying power, seemingly capable of crushing everything.

The extremely violent and violent dragon was wreaking havoc.

Seeing this familiar huge body, Chen Feng's eyes were condensed and full of solemnity.

Unable to hit!

When his sword landed on him before, the most it could do was tear the thunder and fire covering his body apart. Even his extremely tough skin could not penetrate, let alone kill him.

This is an absolute gap in strength.

The gap is so huge that people feel helpless, powerless, and desperate.

Even so, now that he had to start over, Chen Feng had no intention of giving up.

Draw your sword!

It's nothing more than drawing a sword.

The faith is condensed and the sword intention is pure.

Even if the enemy is powerful and invincible, we will never be discouraged from compromising.

Dare to draw the sword, that is a victory for oneself.

With one sword strike, Chen Feng could feel that the power of his sword was a bit stronger than before, his power was more condensed, and his sword intent was more concentrated.

In an instant, the thunder and fire layer was torn apart.

Under the sense of the sword, Chen Feng could clearly feel that it was easier for this sword to tear through the thunder and fire layer. However, when this powerful sword landed on the rough skin of the tyrannosaurus, he felt a blockage.

Extremely tough and difficult to break.

There was even a counter-shock force that exploded, shattering the sword light into pieces.

Under such a tyrannical counterattack, Chen Feng was also shaken back for a moment, his muscles and bones were numb, his organs were trembling, and all his strength was scattered and out of control by the shock.

Even if Chen Feng had an extremely high degree of control over his body's power, it would still be of no avail.

Same as before.

The huge tail carries the astonishing thunder and fire to strike down, the power is violent and domineering, and it can destroy everything.

Extremely terrifying.

Chen Feng once felt that he was completely locked, restrained, and suppressed, and he was unable to resist at all, even if he could mobilize all his strength.

boom!

The body was shattered again, and the consciousness sank into darkness.

Wake up again.

"Alive again..."

Chen Feng was stunned, but he immediately mobilized his strength and drew his sword again.

This time, Chen Feng locked eyes with the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The whole body is extremely tough and the membrane is difficult to break, so the eyes shouldn't be like this.

Chen Feng has great ideas and is putting them into action.

The figure was approaching quickly like a meteor, and he swung his sword to kill. This time, Chen Feng did not just draw out one sword, but instead exploded with all his strength, using his unique method of movement to mobilize all his strength. With the long sword trembling, he stabbed out dozens of swords in just an instant. Each sword was his own strength. All the carrying and adding

Sustain, explode.

Dozens of swords have the same trajectory, a straight line, and they look like one sword.

An extremely brilliant sword.

Killing like a meteor cutting through the void.

However, the moment the assassination hit the opponent's eyes, Chen Feng felt a burst of resistance.

Even the outside of its eyes seemed to be covered with a transparent film, which was extremely tough and even as tough as its skin.

Block!

Resist!

Unbreakable!

roar! An extremely violent roar and roar sounded like thunder in his ears, and the terrifying sound was extremely frightening. In just a moment, Chen Feng felt as if his consciousness was being hit hard by an invisible weight, as if it was about to collapse, and he felt dizzy and swollen.

The feeling invades.

The power seems to be out of control.

The reaction was half a beat too slow.

The consequence... is to be killed again. The feeling of having your body shattered into pieces is absolutely unbearable. Although the possessed body is not your original body, the consciousness merges into one body. The feeling of death is so clear and strong that it makes people palpitate.

His consciousness sank and fell into darkness. This time, he did not revive again.

Chen Feng felt a sense of rejection, and when he reacted instantly, he realized that he was not resurrected, but was eliminated and sent to the Hundred Battles Illusion Realm.

"Resurrection twice equals three chances..."

Chen Feng suddenly said secretly.

"However, the last battle was still bad, but there is nothing we can do about it. After all, the gap in strength is too obvious. If it were me, if I activated the super state and had the power to create gods and demons, I might still be able to fight..."

The absolute gap in strength is enough to render many skills and experiences useless.

That is the most helpless thing.

Therefore, in addition to the need to improve experience and skills, one must also focus on improving cultivation and strength. In the final analysis, that is actually the fundamental point.

"Chen Feng, ninety-nine battles!" A deep and ancient voice suddenly sounded, spreading throughout the entire venue. In an instant, it was like a divine thunder striking down on the head, making everyone's heads swell, and it was extremely dull and indescribable.