The next night.

Du Mu entered the dream again, opened his personal panel and looked, as expected, the gray dream had risen to LV6.

'Gray Dream LV6 [922/3000] (Isolation, Assimilation 、???)'

"A White World Flower has increased by about 2,500 XP, so if you find another one, Grey Dream will be able to reach LV7. ”

Du Mu was overjoyed.

"I hope there is still the Flower of the White World on the Holy White Tower. ”

Closing the computer, Du Mu turned to the living room and looked at the primordial pyroxene in the corner.

After two days of placement, a thin layer of pale silver crystal walls has condensed into the corner of the wall where the primordial pyroxene is now located, with an area of about one square meter, and there are more than a dozen white spots the size of soybeans inside.

"Those white dots should be pyroxene in its primitive state, right?" Du Mu looked at it curiously for a moment, "It grows quite fast, and it shouldn't be long before the pyroxene can be harvested." ”

In addition to the Perception Pyroxene and the Will Pyroxene, the other three pyroxene were useless to him, but even if he didn't need them, he could give them to Xiao Jiu or Hilson.

Leaving the apartment, Du Mu came to the street outside.

After the fog was absorbed, the streets were no longer as gloomy as they used to be, except for a little quiet, but similar to the silent streets of the real night in the middle of the night.

For the next two nights, Du Mu did not plan to explore the Holy White Tower, but prepared to delve into the newly unlocked extraordinary skill, 'The Breath of All Things'.

Ever since he got this skill, he has been completely blinded and has no idea what it does, and the only two experiences that seem to have inadvertently used the skill are also puzzling.

The first time was when he had just unlocked the skill, Du Mu fell into a wonderful state, and he was actually able to 'hear' the 'breathing' of Youyu behind him.

The second time was when he was in the Northern Ruins Military Base, he was attacked and killed by the Black Leaf members in the middle of the night, and he directly cut off the opponent's steel long sword with the black sword.

At that time, due to the sudden sneak attack, he was shocked and angry in his heart, and under his preoccupation, he also seemed to enter a state of extreme concentration.

At this time, when he thought about it, he seemed to hear the 'breath' of the opponent's weapon.

"Does the breath of all things mean the 'breath' of being able to hear things?"

Du Mu frowned and pondered.

The 'breath' he heard, not the same as breathing in general, but a more wonderful perception.

After thinking for a moment, Du Mu took out the black sword, stood in the middle of the spacious street, closed his eyes and concentrated, while recalling his previous experience, while trying to enter that state of concentration again.

The streets of Nuoda fell into a dead silence in an instant, and pins could be heard.

After a while, Du Mu opened his eyes and exhaled lightly, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"It still doesn't work, I can't reproduce that state at all. ”

He stared at the black sword in his hand, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

"Wait, maybe it's because there's no outside pressure?"

Thinking about it, the reason why he entered that state of concentration last time was not because he encountered a life and death crisis and his mind was highly concentrated.

"In other words, between life and death, at least when you are in danger, it is easier to enter that state!"

After thinking for a while, Du Mu had a plan in his heart, and when his mind moved slightly, a large gray mist had escaped from the surface of his body, condensing Hilson's figure.

He did not hesitate to give the order: "Hilson, attack me!"

Hilson was stunned when he heard this: "My lord?"

"I need to practice my skills through combat. Du Mu explained, and added at the end, "In the limit state." ”

Hilson showed a sudden expression, and said with a solemn expression: "Understood, my lord, I will suppress my strength to the same level as you!"

As the words fell, he reached out and pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, and slowly drew his weapon.

As the sword was unsheathed, a fierce and powerful momentum gradually escaped from Hilson's body.

Seeing this, Du Mu's eyes narrowed, no longer waiting, his body flashed out, and instead took the lead in attacking.

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing erupted in the silent street in an instant!

Since it was for the purpose of cultivating skills, Du Mu did not use the Gray Dream and Extreme Breaking Blade in this battle, but relied on his strength in a normal state to fight.

And Hilson, as he said, suppressed his strength to the same level as Du Mu, even so, at the beginning of the battle, Du Mu fell into disadvantage.

Without him, Hilson's combat experience was frighteningly rich.

After experiencing countless battles in the dream world, Du Mu asked himself that he had rich combat experience, and his peers could hardly find anyone who could compare with him.

However, he thought that he had been tempered against the enemy, but in front of Hilson, he was as immature as a toddler, and often as soon as he made a move, he was dodged by the latter with insight into his intentions, and he dodged it lightly, and forced Du Mu to hurry with a casual blow.

At this time, Du Mu understood why after he proposed to fight the extreme, Hilson would suppress his strength to the same level as him.

With the same strength, he was firmly pressed down, and if Hilson's strength was raised by one line, it would not be a battle, but a crush, and it would not have the effect of cultivation at all.

Swish!

The cold sword light swept like lightning, and before the sword edge arrived, the fierce energy struck first, causing Du Mu's cold hair to stand up, and he retreated sharply under his feet, quickly avoiding this blow.

After pulling the distance, he took a posture of shrinking and hiding his sword, and slashed with a sword, and the bright sword light suddenly tore through the darkness, slashing at Hilson like lightning.

Hilson's face remained calm and unchanged, the broad sword in his hand that was much larger than an ordinary long sword, slashed out the sword shadow in the sky with a heavy weight, easily crushed and crushed the attacking sword light, and then squatted forward slightly, kicked the ground hard under his feet, and rushed out like a galloping chariot, slamming into Du Mu fiercely.

Faced with this fierce blow, Du Mu's pupils shrank suddenly, but his expression was not panicked.

The fierce battle had already left him with superfluous distractions, and as the battle progressed, his mind gradually became highly concentrated, and he vaguely felt that similar state of concentration.

Contemplatingly, Du Mu's ears seemed to have a lot of 'breathing'.

The breath of the concrete ground under his feet, the breath of the black sword in his hand, the breath of Hilson as he galloped, and the breath of the armor on his body, and the breath of the broadsword in his palm.

Countless 'breaths' were like music one after another, playing in Du Mu's mind, but he didn't feel harsh at all, but relied on many breaths, and gradually had a clear perception of everything around him.

A few meters away, Hilson, who was rushing towards him, was so fast that he could only see a vague figure with all his eyes.

However, in the perception, Hilson's forward-leaning figure, solemn expression, and the long sword shining with a cold metallic luster in the moonlight were all delicate, and Du Mu could even predict the next attack trajectory of the opponent's long sword.

His thoughts flew rapidly, but only a moment passed in reality, and Hilson's long sword had already attacked Du Mu in an instant, but the latter still did not move.

Seeing this, Hilson's eyes froze, and his hand secretly gathered energy, ready to stop the momentum of the long sword when Du Mu couldn't dodge.

However, in the next second, I saw Du Mu's head slam to the side, just past the long sword, and then the sword light suddenly brightened, and the black sword had ejected like a poisonous snake, slashing fiercely at Hilson's chest.

That position was firmly guarded by thick armor.

Seeing this, the doubts in Hilson's eyes flashed, and he was about to ignore it and continue to attack Du Mu, when suddenly there was a warning in his heart, and a chill suddenly rushed up from his back.

In a moment of shock, his forward momentum suddenly stopped, and his body leaned back sharply.

In the next second, a sword light containing sharp intent swept across his chest, and he actually saw the hard thick armor as if it were nothing, and cut a deep gap in it without hindrance.

Wow!

Hilson retreated seven or eight steps hesitantly, glanced down at the crack in his breastplate, and looked at Du Mu not far away in surprise.

Du Mu ignored Hilson's shocked gaze, and instead stood motionless, staring at the black sword, as if he had fallen into some kind of realization.

It took him a long time to come to his senses, and he breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Hilson, a flash of burning in his eyes.

"Come again!"

Hilson was stunned, and then immediately replied, "Yes, my lord!"

Fighting broke out again.

......

For the next two nights, Du Mu spent the next two nights in combat training with Hilson.

Under the pressure of Hilson's skillful skills, he had gradually grasped the wonderful feeling of being able to hear the breath of the things around him.

Du Mu calls this a state of concentration.

After all, this state requires a high degree of concentration and great concentration to enter.

Once he enters a state of concentration, Du Mu will instantly become extremely sensitive to everything around him, and he can easily capture the 'breathing' of anything within a radius of more than ten meters around him.

The so-called 'breath', according to his personal experience and perception, should refer to the existence of things themselves, and even to all details and essences.

In other words, by listening to the breath of things, he can detect where the other person is, and even catch the weakness of the other person, and then cut it off.

Just like the weapons of the members of the Black Leaf who sneaked up on him before, as well as the armor on Hilson's body, even if these things are made of steel, as long as he hears his breathing, they can be cut off in an instant.

This undoubtedly greatly increased Du Mu's strength.

Weapons and armor are also extremely critical in the fight, once they are destroyed and fall into the situation of bare hands, the strength of the vast majority of people will probably drop a lot.

Not everyone is a master of physical arts.

Of course, Du Mu is not yet proficient in the 'breath of all things', and cannot enter the state of concentration anytime and anywhere, and even if he enters, not all things can be heard by breathing, and there are still many limitations in the application.

However, as the skills become more proficient, this restriction will gradually decrease, and in the end, it is not delusional to even maintain the state of 'breathing of all things' permanently.