The martial arts hall of the Lu Academy, the special training area of congenital gangqi.

It was a huge room with iron-gray metal thick walls on all six sides, without any doors or windows, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

Zhao Tianji, the deputy director of the Lu Academy, sat in the center of the room of thousands of square meters, and dozens of True Transmission disciples were scattered in the room, some dense and some sparse, all standing according to the coordinates painted with red paint under their feet.

"Let's get started." Zhao Tianji said lightly.

Dozens of sharp and fierce breaths rose at the same time.

Zhao Tianji's true disciples shouted in unison:

"Don't be too comparable, if you want to compare, you can compare it like rain!"

As the big drink fell, countless plain white qi needles condensed from the broken body qi burst out from the pores of the true lineage disciples' bodies, like rain and waterfalls, overwhelming the sky!

In the closed room, dozens of people had no way to avoid it, and only at the moment before the rain of Gang Qi shot by others came to them, they transported the outer Gang cloth to resist the attack of the rain of Gang Qi that filled 360 degrees.

The congenital Gang qi is strong and strong, and its protective body is particularly domineering, hard and unafraid of slashing with knives and axes, and the power of the anti-shock is extremely concentrated, sharp and incomparable, and it is shocked by the congenital Wai Gang, as if it was stabbed with a sword.

However, it can't last long, although the congenital Gang is strong and domineering, attacking and defending, but the Gang Qi cloth body is consumed very quickly and cannot be maintained for a long time.

Therefore, the Innate Gang Qi practitioner must practice lightning-fast reflexes to gather the Outer Gang and resist the attack at the moment when the enemy attack is coming. It can't be too slow, too slow to prevent the enemy's attack, and not too fast, too fast will increase consumption.

Zhao Tianji's innate Gang Qi intensive training is to gather dozens of Lu Xuebu masters who have practiced innate Gang Qi in one place, constantly releasing Gang Qi rain to each other in a confined environment, and at the same time transporting Wai Gang defense, which is several times more difficult than the real battle, practicing both attack and defense.

The red lacquer cross with the name written on the ground was the position mark of Zhao Tianji's true lineage disciple, the more powerful the true lineage disciple, the farther away the coordinates of the others from him, so as not to get too close, and the others were seriously injured by the rain of Gang Qi that did not attenuate their strength.

After the last round of Gang Qi rain of today's training, most of the dozens of True Transmission disciples had already fallen, their whole bodies covered with blood holes shot by the Gang Qi needle, their faces distorted, and they fell to the ground and groaned in pain.

"Master Zhao, the training is over, sixteen people have passed, and twenty-five people have failed." The True Transmission disciple standing in the emptiest place stood tall and reported a few words.

"It's not over yet." Zhao Tianji tilted his ears sideways, as if listening to the wind, "Let her anger fly for a while." ”

The wind is near.

Suddenly, the sound of the cold wind came from outside, and an invincible torrential rain swept across the wilderness of heaven and earth, and countless honeycomb-like holes appeared on the wall outside the closed training room, and the pure and dazzling plain white Gang Qi needle shot out of the hole, and the number of true fragments embedded in it was terrifying, almost reaching the load limit of the innate Gang Qi.

The rain of the Gang Qi Needle converged into a brilliant and bleak white light, which suddenly bloomed in the closed training room.

Feeling the sharpness of death, the True Transmission disciples who were still standing in the training room instinctively carried the Waigang cloth, and the innate Waigang of the most outstanding among them was like a thick layer of ice and snow, covering the whole person, leaving no flaws.

It's raining, it's red.

The muffled snort of forbearance continued to sound, and the endless Gang Qi needles shot out from the thin holes in the wall, setting off a wave of blood on the True Transmission disciples who were still standing in the training room.

Little by little, it's all red rain.

The heavy rain stopped, the plain white faded, and only a piece of blood red remained in the training room.

Except for Zhao Tianji, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground unharmed, none of the forty-one True Transmission disciples were standing, and their bodies were struggling and moaning on the ground, like a B-grade movie trailer with corpses all over the field.

"Thrips stay, others can go."

When the forty-one True Transmission disciples heard Zao Wou-ki's order, no matter how many injuries they had suffered or how much blood they had shed, they all gritted their teeth and crawled on the ground, leaving blood-red traces and struggling to leave.

Zao Wou-Ki waved his hand forward, and a plain white qi was as clear as the moon, cutting the honeycomb metal wall into pieces, and his vision suddenly opened up.

A hundred meters away from the closed training room, the thrips saluted Zhao Tian very simply, and walked over calmly, she was very tall, with right-angled shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, and a straight posture, as if she was wrapped in some sharp blade under the military green uniform.

"Master Zhao, the first year of the Lu School Department plans to use Liang De as bait to save his life and kill others to improve his credits."

"I already know about this, you are not the only true disciple I am most proud of in the first year of the Lu Academy." Zhao Tianji stood up, motioned for the thrips to follow behind him, and then walked towards the interior of the martial arts hall.

"The four styles of congenital qi breaking the body, rain, moon, wind and snow, you shouldn't only specialize in one style.

The martial arts of this line have been confirmed by countless predecessors, and the next style has been passed down, and there is a reason for it to be passed down. You only practice the rain style, and the means against the enemy are slightly insufficient. ”

The thrips followed behind Zao Wou-Ki, always maintaining a distance of one meter, as if he had measured it with a ruler, and said, "Dividing life and death, it's enough." ”

Zhao Tianji shook his head, "The way of martial arts, not in life or death, between life and death seems to be close at hand, but there is infinite creation, the innate Qi practice to the depths must turn death into life, against the congenital, you have an extreme temperament, I am afraid it is difficult to achieve the realm." ”

Thrips just pursed their lips and didn't speak, their eyes full of indifference and fearlessness.

Zhao Tianji shook his head helplessly, and said, "Okay, when you have been in the game of life or death for a long time, you will naturally be able to understand the truth between life and death." This seat has left you this time to explain one thing to you. ”

"Master Zhao, do you want me to protect Liang De or kill Liang De?"

"I want you to win him."

Zhao Tianji stopped and said: "Yuan Tianren and Chang Tianwei's game is related to the lives of everyone in the Sword Immortal Ruins, this seat can't help but bet, if you want to bet, you have to let them see the confidence of this seat."

Only the chief instructor has the right to recommend students to skip grades to participate in graduation trips, five places a year, Lin Baolong and Liang De have already accounted for two, and there are three.

The recommended score is ready, what you have to do is to win Liang De once, and let Yuan Tianren know who to let into the game. ”

Thrips nodded with a wooden face, and after a while, she suddenly asked:

"What if I kill Liang De?"

Zhao Tianji put his hands behind his back, exuding an extremely strong self-confidence and conceit:

"If you kill Liang De, then this game will be a bet between this seat and Sheng Wuxuan's remnants."

The thrips watched Zhao Tianji leave, the light and shadow in the clear eyes were distorted, and the compound eye tattoo of the hexagonal network on the eyeball loomed.

Master Zhao, you are not qualified enough, the person who really enters this game, even if Sheng Wuxuan dies and comes back to life, may not be able to win......

……

In the basement of the main building of the Lu Academy, Dong Tianbao punched Shan Futian in the chest, and the sound of metal cracking was endless, as if a thousand layers of refined iron scale armor were broken by extremely powerful crossbow arrows.

Shan Futian Seven Orifices were bleeding, and the martial arts spirit seemed to have been placed in a nuclear energy incinerator of thousands of degrees, and the astonishing heat made him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, and in a trance, he seemed to see his soul and countless red-hot steel bars thrown into the crater together, the lava was rolling, there was no place in the internal organs that was not burned, and the limbs were in pain, and the invisible hammer was still forging, forging, forging endlessly.

"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked.

Shan Futian was speechless in the pain of lava pouring his internal organs.

Dong Tianbao punched him in the chest again.

The whole volcano was blown up, the dark clouds covered the sky, the entire earth's crust cracked and shook, and the hot iron streams replaced the oceans and rivers, all over the planet, forging, an iron planet several times the planet where the volcano was located fell from the sky, violently hitting the red-hot planet, once, twice, the universe echoed with a cold forging sound.

"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked.

Shan Futian felt that everything about him had become smoke and ashes, and was blasted into infinitesimal particles in the collision of iron and fire of the stars, not to mention thinking, even the most basic consciousness, even the existence of the self began to blur, all language disappeared, he could not recognize, could not recognize, could not think.

Dong Tianbao punched him in the chest again.

Shan Futian felt that he no longer existed, only the sense of pain, only the consciousness of pain to the point of madness, and even the pain itself without the self also felt pain, and wanted to give up everything that made him miserable, but the self no longer existed, and even what was in pain could not be determined, what should I give up?

Only the delusion of wanting to destroy everything is boiling.

Forging, forging, the invisible is being forged by the tougher invisible, Shan Futian doesn't know which one he is, nothing exists, only pain and rage are extremely real.

"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked.

Solitude was burned, and the human form: head, torso, limbs...... One by one, the components of these primates vanished, leaving only a red-hot piece of stubborn iron in place, boxy like a translucent fire crystal.

Dong Tianbao was still not satisfied, and punched the stubborn iron that burned red, and the arrogant and unreasonable force extinguished the flames, smashed the iron and stone, and completely eliminated the actual form.

"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked into the air.

"I see."

The air replied.

"Go and have a good fight, let Yuan Tianren see my capital." Dong Tianbao clenched his fists and smiled, and the transparent air in the basement suddenly turned into a scorching red copper color.