When the sound of the knife in the wind chime sounded, Cheng Li fell. Holding his knife, he fell.

He wasn't hurt, but he was too tired. In one day, he fought a knife duel with two masters in a row, and this burden alone was by no means something that those second- or third-rate figures on the rivers and lakes could afford.

Not to mention, absorbing and digesting the memories and martial arts perceptions of these two masters is even more terrifying for the consumption of spiritual power. In fact, no matter how simple life is, decades of memories are all poured into the brain at once, and if the mental power is a little worse, the whole brain will be blown up a long time ago.

Cheng Li was not blown up, firstly, because of the mysterious power of the glass key. Second, because of his own spiritual power, he is indeed stronger than ordinary people. Thirdly, after absorbing and digesting Mo Qixing's memory for the first time, this spiritual power has also been strengthened to a certain extent. The three-pronged approach ensures that when Jiang Broken String's memory is absorbed again, he will not be unable to bear it.

But it's already reaching its limit. So, Cheng Li fell.

Cheng Li didn't know when he was sober. It may have been a long time since he swung his sword, perhaps only in an instant.

When he regained consciousness, he didn't even open his eyes before he realized that he was wearing no clothes.

This discovery made Cheng Lideng instinctively nervous. Every muscle in the body contracts and is ready to explode at any time.

But the next moment, Cheng Li found that he was still holding a knife in his hand. The unique touch of "Jiuyao" is truly conveyed through the fingers. So, the muscles that had been tensed and contracted slowly relaxed again.

For a swordsman, a knife is equivalent to his life. As long as you still have your knife in your hand, even if you don't have any clothes on your body, what does it matter?

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Li found out again. Although he was not wearing any clothes, he was not exposed to the air just like that, but was immersed in water.

It's hot water. It happens to be a little bit higher than the temperature of the human body. And the hot water is a large bathtub. How big is it? It's like a bed.

Lying in hot water, there happens to be a rounded protrusion on the back of the neck to lift your head out of the water. The body is loaded and floated in the water, which is not only very comfortable, but also has a sense of incomparable safety. So much so that lying in this hot water, Cheng Li had no intention of opening his eyes at all. In a daze, I want to fall asleep again.

But Cheng Li suddenly found that he couldn't sleep. Because his mind is now unprecedentedly sober, originally, he has figured out how to integrate the advantages and advantages of the three knives of broken strings into the Nine Yao Chop for further improvement. The sound of the wind chimes that vibrated before it fell was the answer.

But now, Cheng Li suddenly found that there were still many deficiencies in the process of fusing the Heavenly King Demon Slaying Knife with Liu Sheng's two heart streams, and he could further remove the chaff. Then the new and improved Jiuyao Slash can absorb the three broken strings from another angle that he didn't expect before. In this way, for the improvement of their own strength, it will increase by at least another thirty percent.

didn't have to think about it, Cheng Li couldn't wait, and immediately devoted himself to the scrutiny and study of the knife path. As for everything else, it doesn't matter anymore, you can put it aside for the time being and think about it when you're done.

Practicing knives, just like practicing other things, requires talent and hard work. When Cheng Li first started practicing knives, he had to draw his knife thousands of times a day, and then swing it thousands of times. And as you get older, the number of times also increases.

It's very boring, it's boring, it's not fun. But in order to be able to achieve something in the knife, Cheng Li still endured the loneliness and kept gritting his teeth and practicing hard.

However, when Cheng Li's knife technique had reached a certain realm, the situation changed. What he needed was no longer self-mutilating body exercises. Rather, it is to exercise one's own mind, and in one's mind, look for changes and flaws in the knife technique, and then find a method that can best cooperate with oneself.

Every truly supreme swordsman or swordsman is like this.

After a long time, the research has finally come to an end, and the new "Jiuyao" has finally come to fruition. Cheng Li opened his eyes with satisfaction and wanted to stand up.

Then, Cheng Li saw a piece of gold, and a piece of snow white.

Her hair is as golden as Isami's, and her skin is as white as Isamy's.

In fact, it is not necessary to add the word "like" at all. For indeed, it is Isami.

This one came from the Persian Zoroastrian religion and was canonized as a saint in the church at an early age. Then she was taken captive by Mo Qixing, and the Persian beauty who was forced to be a slave girl for twenty years by the side of this strange man, at this moment, is serving Cheng Li reverently and diligently like a god.

It is a closed room. Everything in the room is completely furnished in the style of the Persian royal palace. It was even more luxurious than a real Persian royal palace.

The room is divided into two parts. Half is a bathroom. There was only a large bathtub inside, the one that Cheng Li had fallen asleep just now. The other half is furnished with a large bed that is extremely soft. A huge, unblemished glass mirror facing the head of the bed. On the wall next to it, there is a shelf with many pots and jars and other things.

At this moment, Cheng Li was like a born baby, stretching his limbs and lying on this big bed. Wearing a light veil and wearing gold bracelets on her wrists and paveins, Isami was standing at the head of the bed, massaging Cheng Li.

Isami's hands, coated with some kind of grease. Creamy and creamy, but with a certain refreshing aroma. She pressed on the back of Cheng Li's shoulder, pressing, patting, knocking, rubbing, and rubbing with both palms...... All kinds of techniques emerge one after another.

Cheng Li felt like an electric shock all over his body. numbness, crispiness, itchiness, swelling...... All kinds of special feelings that have never been experienced before are piling up. In the end, they all come together to create an indescribable sense of intense comfort. Moreover, this comfort is more like mountaineering, step by step, layer by layer. The senses seem to be in a state of extreme fluttering.

Suddenly, the massage ended. Isami also departed from her body. But Cheng Li hasn't enjoyed it enough. With a little dissatisfaction, Cheng Li opened his eyes and was about to open his mouth to urge Isami to continue. But through the bedside mirror, I saw Isami getting under the massage bed.

Then, a strange and wonderful feeling of gentleness like ocean waves, but fury like ocean waves, completely submerged Cheng Li. He spat out softly, and completely relaxed himself again.