Ever since he had comprehended Lunch's sword intent, Griffith began to swing his knife day and night, slashing and slashing, even sleeping.

On that day, Griffith's wandering objects, although he occasionally gained from Lunchi's knife skills, after all, the foundation was not solid, and he could not do what he wanted, and it was an occasional burst of inspiration.

In order to be able to master the artistic conception of the knife technique as soon as possible, Griffith even did not hesitate to use the will of the big demon to forcibly suppress the **, so that he could chop for 100 hours in a row without sleep under the condition of extreme exhaustion.

The more high-end things are, the more they pay attention to the foundation, and if the foundation is not solid, it is impossible to build a 100-foot high-rise building. Griffith knew this truth very well, so he thought of using the extreme method of will suppression ** to make up for the shortcomings of his lack of foundation.

Of course, the practice of suppressing ** with will will definitely have sequelae, and it is not small. But he didn't have much time, there were still more than 70 days left before he left the island, in order to catch up with the foundation of the sword skills that others had been practicing for more than ten years, in order to be able to pull out more long swords on the island, and have more and deeper understanding of Lenchi's sword skills, Griffith was not a person who did not have the courage to make trade-offs.

Chopping for 100 hours in a row, then 6 hours including meals, breaks, and convenience, then 100 hours of basic chopping training, followed by another 6 hours of rest......

His shoulders were numb, his arms were painful, numb, swollen to the point of unconsciousness, Griffith's hands were dripping with blood, and his hands had long since worn off the skin after a long period of knife training. At one point, his hands were calloused for self-preservation, but the cold friction between the palm of his flesh and the hilt of the knife quickly broke through the defenses, grinding through the calloon and squeezing into Griffith's muscles.

Bare muscles and nerve fibers swayed in the air, dark red blood scarred the hilt of the knife, and the will of the great demon Griffith entrenched itself on the desert island, fermenting and roaring.

The crumbling ** is like a pine branch that has been crushed by snow in the depths of winter, so tired that it may collapse at any time. Griffith wielded his twin knives with both hands and jumped deftly at the mouth of the wind cave, the blade in his hand swung between the dense wind scythe and the cobblestone, the blade rubbed against the air stone to stir up a faint spark, the transparent wind scythe cut through the rough skin texture, and occasionally a faint silver line went upstream, rushing into the dark wind cave.

Griffith's body resembles a marionette, and the invisible threads tugging at his limbs will make his movements extremely flexible. At this time, it was the end of the second month that Griffith woke up from his meditation, and in the past two months, he had been crazy to swing his sword, to practice his sword skills like crazy, to split the waves in the tide, to swing his knife in the tide, and finally to use the long knife to split the wind and sickle in the limit and death to forcibly raise the sword cultivation.

The wind cave where Griffith is standing now is no longer the small wind tunnel with a scale of two or three meters at the beginning, and the position where he stands is only about ten meters in the wind tunnel, and it is no longer the little guy who can only stand hundreds of meters away from the smallest wind tunnel a few months ago and barely practice his body intuition.

Because the skin of his face has been destroyed by the wind knife for a long time, his facial features have been severely distorted and deformed, and furrows and sarcomas have grown. If this kind of appearance is placed in human society, it will definitely be treated as a monster and beaten to death.

But the demon Griffith is obviously not a person who pays attention to appearances, and thousands of years of life experience have allowed him to see too many red faces turn into dry bones, and cardamom turns into vicissitudes. In addition, the spring water in the center of the island dissolves the afterglow of time, and can remember what the human body looked like at its peak, which is very capable of going back to Griffith's appearance, although it will take Griffith a lot of time.

"I only have 20 days left in this space, and the Douglas protein that is wrapped around me has been digested by 90 percent, and it is still a little difficult to digest it all before leaving. It's a pity that this ** is really dull, not only is the Douglas protein essenta mediocre to improve it, but even I spent a lot of effort to think that I could pull out at least four long knives of Lunch, but the knives have only been pulled out so far. ”

"Lunchi's sword skills are truly extraordinary, but the first level of the realm is so elusive to train. Although I have never practiced swords, I also know that most of the things in the world are easy first and then difficult, and this layer of the double knife fast realm is already so difficult to practice, and the next five realms will be even more difficult. ”

"It seems that I took it for granted before, and the matter of practicing knives needs to be considered in the long run. However, the top priority is to practice the first layer of Lunchi's knife technique, and then try to pull out the third and fourth long knives, and steal one of Lunchi's sword intent before leaving.

In this case, even if the effect of the Guttrumba clock ends, I can go to the outside world to see it, at most it is slower than the time effect of Gutrumba. ”

Griffith was a little unexpected, he didn't know what kind of creature the boy was as a big demon child, but it seemed that except for the stamina, the recovery power, and a trace of energy on the spine that was passed down to the big demon Rotodil and didn't know what to do, the other attributes couldn't bear to look at directly.

After being reborn, the physical condition is not optimistic, but Griffith is not a complaining character, and there is nothing to regret and complain about, and as a beast of cause and effect, mortals can't do it, and there is still a possibility of reversal in him.

"Count the time, that thing should almost be there."

After a long time, he muttered to himself, his low head raised again, and his gaze fixed on the direction of the island due north.

It was the height of summer, and the sea breeze on the isolated island was fierce, blowing from far away, warm and humid.

The sky in the distance is pure blue, and the white clouds are dotted around the clock hanging in the middle of the sky, which looks low and far away.

There are always few clouds on the isolated island, but there are many winds and waves, but it rarely rains. Griffiths remembered that in the nearly ten months he had lived on an isolated island, there had been less than twenty of them.

But now the northern sky was cloudy, and the sound of thunder, rain, and cracked wind roamed at the end of the line of sight, a strange storm that only covered a quarter of the islands.

The distant plane of time and space has a sentence of black clouds crushing the city, Griffith has never seen such a scene, but now he thinks that the dark clouds in front of him are almost the same.

Sandwiched between the rain and the black clouds was the roar of a beast, through the cold frosted glass-like rain, a little unreal and distant.

But what should come will come, Griffith twitched his nose, as if he had smelled the boiling blood of the 'beasts' who were still on the way.

When Griffith resided on the island for 340 days, the spatial barrier became extremely unstable due to the relationship of time as the end of time warping was near. In order to alleviate the distorted power inside the Gut Rumba clock, and to better force out all his potential, Griffith used his great will to guide the gap in the space-time barrier to the plane of 'Binge Goraka' - which will lead to the invasion of the plane of Gut Rumba's time zone.

Bingagoraka is a member of all the 17th subordinate planes of the neutron plane, and is a creature of the lower class poor plane. The name Bingegolaka is an ancient Erbai word meaning dirty, inferior, stupid.

Yes, for Griffith, the group of binggoraka who were about to invade the isolated island were inferior, but for Giaman, bingagoraka was the most ferocious beast he had ever encountered since he was reborn.

The sound of the space barrier being torn apart was full of contradictions and pain like childbirth, and a strange-shaped beast emerged from the torn space, greedily sucking the air around it.

The dirty lips and greedy eyes of Binggolaka shone in the storm and thunder, Griffith raised his head silently with his long icy knife in hand, and the hideous silhouettes of the beasts loomed and disappeared on the mountaintops of the lightning flashing out.

P.S. The next chapter ends the practice and returns to the real world.

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