MTL - Sword God

(The sixth outbreak is over today. After watching it, let ’s wash and sleep. We will meet again tomorrow.)

"Escaping into the forest ..." Chen Zhigang frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with Chen Dazhong's shot of a qi and blood level four-layer warrior, and even let a qi and blood level escape from the second floor: "Forget it, a qi and blood level second floor went deep into the wind roar Lin, there is only a dead end. "

Chen Zhigang paid for it, and even if he went deep into the wind roaring forest, there would be no benefit.

"Gang brother, this is the tiger that my brother met in the wind roaring forest. Because of it, Chen Zong had the opportunity to get away, but this tiger was killed by my brother. These are for Gang." Handed a tiger leg to Chen Zhigang.

"Okay, the tigers are getting less and less in recent years." Chen Zhigang tone took the tiger leg with excitement, his eyes brightened: "With it, my blood can be more condensed and stronger."

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The cottage in the forest was cleaned up by Chen Zong, and it was much cleaner.

Outside the house, Chen Zong finished his tiger boxing and started practicing sword.

The light in the forest was dim, and the iron sword was gray and black. When waving, it was difficult to see the reflection of the light.

The practice of the true sword eight styles has become more and more proficient.

After practicing the Eight Swords of Real Sword several times, his stomach was a bit hungry. Chen Zong went to the stream and stared at a fat big fish with an iron sword in his hand. If breathing became absent, he suddenly burst out of the sword and pierced into the water.

Who knew that the fish responded very quickly, the tail trembled when the iron sword entered the water, and quickly swam, leaving Chen Zongyi sword frustrated.

"I don't believe it." Chen Zongxi came up vigorously, and didn't stop without stabbing a fish.

Adjusted the sword again and again, the end result was that I was hungry and stabbed a fish, and quickly took out the ignition stone brought from home to ignite the dead leaves, and slaughtered the fatty fish that weighed five or six pounds. Boiled on the fire.

After a while, the golden yellow fish oil dripped, sizzled, and the fragrance was overflowing, and sprinkled with the spices brought from home. The aroma made Chen Zong's worms move, and his stomach murmured constantly.

After being cooked, regardless of hotness, Chen Zong took a bite, and his mouth was full of anger, and his face was satisfied.

Not long after, a big fish with about five pounds after slaughter entered Chen Zong's belly.

After a half-hour break, Chen Zong got up and continued to practice Tiger Boxing. One practice was ten times.

"I feel that my tiger force boxing has reached the limit of Dacheng and can be broken to completion. What is missing?" Chen Zong bowed his head in thought.

The tiger's downhill picture did not bring it, but the picture had already been printed into Chen Zong's mind, thinking with his eyes closed, clearly showing.

From the picture, Chen Zong has a lot of feelings, but those feelings are scattered and scattered, and they ca n’t be coherent at all.

Suddenly, Chen Zong's mind flashed a figure, a pair of cold and domineering eyes, an inexplicable thriller emerged for no reason, and the cold air just burst out, just the figure and look of the tiger that he saw with his own eyes not long ago.

The real tiger figure overlaps with the tiger figure on the picture. The light flashes, as if breaking through the trance, the piecemeal understanding is connected in a continuous line. The blessing comes, Chen Zong's eyes are opened, and the arms and feet are stretched out. Tiger-style.

With the slight adjustment of Chen Zong, a trace of mighty tiger-like power quietly condensed on his body and gradually diffused out. A big gray rabbit ran out in a big tree tree hole not far away, feeling That power, but suddenly shivered into a ball, like a large meat ball can not move, like seeing the king of the beast tiger.

The fish in the stream fled away hurriedly.

After ten minutes of keeping the tiger's sting, Chen Zong's body exploded, and a punch blasted out. The terrible power slammed forward with that punch, and the wind roared harshly, as the tiger roared in front of him, shocked by the big shrunk. The grey rabbit trembled, foaming his mouth and spreading his limbs, and was frightened to death.

Once again, the tiger force fist hit, and the final tiger violent style was even more amazing and terrible, far better than the past, the heart beat, the blood was violent, and I felt my strength increased rapidly.

"This feeling is great." Chen Zong was excited: "The tiger force boxing method is complete, and even the cultivation has reached the peak of the second layer of Qi and Blood, which is only one step behind the third layer of Qi and Blood, at least equal to three or four of me. The cultivation of the month. "

"Successful situations are for tigers, that is, they emit tiger-like power and can deter targets."

"The man who created this boxing technique is really powerful."

The reason why the tiger is so strong is not only its own powerful power, but also because of the power of a king among beasts.

"Every level of martial arts improvement can increase the strength of blood slightly. Then, if I can raise the real sword eight to Xiaocheng before the warrior war, I may have a chance to break through the vitality. Three floors. "

"But before that, Huli Boxing had just broken through and continued to cultivate and consolidate."

The tiger force boxing method in the perfect state has achieved 70% of the physical training part, which is better than the real sword eight pattern of the entry state. After each practice, Chen Zong can feel the blood flowing in the body, it seems to grow a little bit.

Thirty times in continuous practice of Tiger Boxing, Chen Zong felt his limbs softened, his stomach screamed, walked over, brought the frightened big gray rabbit to slaughter and cleaned it, and grilled it on the fire.

This big grey rabbit weighs ten pounds and is enough to eat two meals.

Take a break after eating, and during the break, think about the essentials of the true sword, and then continue to practice.

Practice boxing, sword, eat, sleep.

This is Chen Zong's daily life in the forest hut.

It is very quiet here without any interference. Chen Zong can devote himself to cultivation and can feel his progress every day.

Another night passed. Chen Zong walked out of the cabin. The first thing he did was to draw a tenth mark on the trunk next to him, indicating that Chen Zong was here for the tenth day.

Take a quick wash, walk to the stream, stare at a fish, wait for the opportunity, accumulate strength, exert force, give out the sword, the blade is broken, bring a weak wind, break through the water, and pierce the big fish to pick out.

The martial arts appetizers are very large, especially like Chen Zong. Except for rest, all other time is spent on cultivation and consumes more energy.

I wake up in the morning and go to bed at night. I have to eat six meals. Each meal is at least five pounds of fish or rabbit meat. This is the most eaten thing, and occasionally I can eat snake meat.

Every day, dozens of pounds of meat go down, and after being cultivated, they are absorbed by the body, strengthen the blood, and nurture the body.

The tiger force boxing has reached a satisfactory level. Chen Zong does not need to think about how to break through. Therefore, he practiced the tiger boxing ten times each morning and evening. The other time is used in the real sword eight style, because the tiger boxing has been trained. The part will be different from the real eight swords. Combining the two can exercise all over the body for better results.

Chen Zong also found that the use of sword-stabbed fish can also help the practice of the true eight swords.

"Ada said that swordsmanship is fast and accurate, and the three are indispensable, otherwise it is fast, and it is useless to miss the target."

"Before I could n’t hit the fish with one sword, it was not accurate enough or stable enough. After ten days of training, the standard and stability have improved a lot, but there is still room for improvement."

"Exercise quickly and steadily. Maybe I can try other ways besides sting fish."

After thinking about it, Chen Zong fetched a straight branch with the thickness of thumb and inserted it on the ground. A person stood in front of the branch, staring at the branch with his eyes intent, and was intent.

Lift your sword and split.

But the sword fell from the side of the branch and did not hack the branch.

"So much difference!" Chen Zong was stunned, thinking that his sword was accurate enough and stable enough.

"Again."

Intently, he lifted his sword and slashed.

Practice again and again.

the eleventh day!

The twelfth day!

The thirteenth day!

Fourteenth day!

Fifteenth day!

After practicing the eight real sword eight times, Chen Zongti sword walked to a straight branch with the thickness of chopsticks, lifted his sword and split, and a sword split the branch from it.

"Well, Zhuntou really improved a lot." Chen Zong smiled.

To keep improving, Chen Zong replaced the thick branches of chopsticks with thinner branches.

Another new day, Chen Zong drew his sword and carved another mark on the trunk.

"Four days before the martial arts battle." Chen Zong said to himself, looking at the twenty traces on the trunk.

He walked over to the stream and stared at a big fish. The swordman pierced it with a sword. The speed of the sword was extremely fast.

After eating the fish, Chen Zong drew his sword and practiced eight types of true swords.

Once again, twice, three times ... Ninth time, the last form-the explosive style!

Forced the sword body to erupt in an instant, the sword body and the air violently rubbed, shining brightly, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com across the dark forest.

"The sword's body radiates light, which can affect eyesight. It is a small achievement."

It took me five days to practice the real sword eight style to the beginning. I thought it would take at least one month to practice the real sword eight style to Xiaocheng. I did not expect that without outside interruption, In addition to cooperating with stab fish branching and other training, it took only fifteen days to reach the realm of Xiaocheng with eight swords.

"Okay, it seems that my exercise method is really right." Chen Zong is even more happy. The eight swords of the real sword are passed down by the mysterious sword tip, but the method of stabbing fish and branch cutting was come up by himself. Such a method already exists, but at least no one taught him, it was the result of his own efforts.

It is more exciting to make progress from scratch and make progress through your own efforts.

At this time, Chen Zong felt a flurry of blood, such as the water of the great river and the river, and the body was undergoing a change. The energy of dozens of pounds of animal meat eaten every day was lurking in the body. Today, As the turbulent blood was continuously guided out, merged into the limbs and bones, and strengthened Chen Zong's periosteal membrane.

"This feeling ... Xiuwei wants to break through."

Quickly put forward the sword-style, and once again show the real sword-eight style, using this as a guide, refining the power emerging in the body and speeding up the breakthrough.

After several times of the True Sword Eight Styles, more powerful forces breed from deep inside the body, permeating the whole body and tightening the muscles, so that Chen Zong has a stronger and more fierce feeling.

"Ha ha ha ha, three levels of Qi and blood, I finally reached." Chen Zong could not help but laugh: "For the warrior war, I must have a copy of the top three, Chen Zhigang and Chen Dazhong, our account should also be counted. "

"However, there are still a few days before the war of warriors, and I can take this opportunity to improve some more."