Since getting a whole bottle of essence blood from Su Qing'er, Su Changtian has been immersed in the rush between his residence and the back mountain these days, although the cultivation effect of the meteorite platform is also extraordinary, but for Su Changtian, this cultivation method is too boring, in contrast, he prefers to go to the back mountain to cultivate.

Maybe it was because he went to the back mountain with Lin Lao before, and it was strictly forbidden for others to enter the back mountain, but Su Changtian could get through in front of the back mountain guards every time, and he couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart, thanks to Lin Lao's face, it was much easier to enter and exit the back mountain.

Su Changtian came to a small pool that he would go to every day during this time, took out a bottle of essence blood and tilted it slightly, poured out a drop of essence blood and entered it, and in an instant the pool showed a bright red color, Su Changtian quickly took off his clothes and sneaked into it.

A faint mist drifted above the blood pool, and the meridians in Su Changtian's body were rapidly transmitting force, and the burning sensation was accompanied, and a crackling sound came from the muscles.

Between the rapid operation of the meridians in the body, between Su Changtian's eyebrows, the lines of the seventh martial pattern are becoming more and more obvious, and after so many days of cultivation, it seems that there is only one opportunity to break through.

The blood pool exuded a rich energy, and from time to time a lone little beast was attracted here, but perhaps because he was afraid of the fluctuations emanating from Su Changtian's body, he did not make any moves.

I don't know how many hours have passed, Su Changtian is still in the blood pool, but his aura is becoming more and more unstable, this is the trend of breaking through.

Call!

Su Changtian suddenly broke out of the pool, jumped to the side, and the seven martial arts traces between his eyebrows flashed in an instant and disappeared abruptly, and a new breath roared out.

"This is the strength of the Seven Patterns. ”

Quickly straightening his clothes, he twisted his wrist and shook his fist into the air, feeling the new strength in his body.

Squeak squeak!

Hearing the sound of birdsong, Su Changtian looked back and walked straight to the place where the sound source came from.

He knew that the energy of the blood pool was extremely tempting, and it could attract small beasts to stop, so he was always ready to fight.

Sure enough, when he lifted the dense foliage bushes, an eagle eye stared at Su Changtian deadly, and his huge wings swooped towards him like a whistling hurricane, and the sharp eagle beak bit his body fiercely.

Who knew that Su Changtian was not afraid of the edge, his right hand was in the shape of a fist, and the vigorous force gathered on the fist, and he blasted up at the eagle's beak.

One punch!

Two punches!

Three punches!

As the fist wind tossed, a fierce penetrating impact hit the goshawk, and it flapped its wings and was instantly shaken away, and blood slid out of its body.

"This beast, if it weren't for the strength of my Seven Martial Patterns, I'm afraid it wouldn't be able to help but make a move in the blood pool just now. ”

Su Changtian muttered, the move just now was the Ten Injuries Fist that he had worked hard to practice during this time, but unfortunately he had not yet practiced to the fullest, and the Ten Injuries could only strike out three injuries, but it was still defeated in an instant, and it was worthy of the martial arts of the Silver Stripe Class.

I saw that the goshawk trembled and flipped away, but Su Changtian didn't continue to chase deeply, even if it was this outer mountain, it was not necessarily that he could run rampant, and there might be some hidden beasts.

After discovering in the outer mountains these days, Su Changtian also found a suitable place to practice, scattered with high and low wooden stakes, which is quite suitable for the cultivation of martial arts.

After walking along the path for about ten minutes, the trees around him seemed to become much less blocked, and gradually, a clearing was revealed, and dozens of thick wooden stakes were arranged irregularly on the clearing.

Su Changtian recalled that the Silver Pattern Martial Technique Ten Wounds Fist, although in just so many days, he was able to rely on the strength of the Seven Martial Patterns to successfully perform three punches of that martial art, but he was not satisfied, the more punches he hit, the higher the damage, and one punch was better than one punch, the punches came out one after another, and the penetrating injuries exploded instantly.

After making some preparations, Su Changtian took off his shirt, went into battle shirtless, and hit the stake hard.

Knock knock knock!

Between the punches, the wooden stakes trembled slightly, and the stake fragments fell lightly on his fist, grinding out a few faint blood scabs, but Su Changtian didn't notice it, at this time, he was still thinking about the content of the scroll of the Ten Wounds Fist.

"Hit the opponent quickly and penetratingly, and ensure that the punches can penetrate the opponent's flesh with precision..."

Su Changtian thought about it carefully, unlike pure strength, this volume of martial arts seemed to be a bit off-edge. Judging from the content of the scroll, the Ten Wounds Fist may not only focus on explosive power, but also penetrating power.

To achieve that every punch has a lethal penetrating power, I am afraid that the right way to cultivate, ten wounds, one punch and one injury, each punch contains the ability to defeat the enemy with one blow, maybe this is what the content wants to inform.

Su Changtian looked at the wooden stake beside him, and couldn't help but fall into a short pause, the force in his body was rapidly transmitted, and a majestic force gathered on the fist, feeling it carefully, through the exquisite control of force, this time the fist style seemed to be like a sharp edge, bursting from the inside out, and slamming on a wooden stake.

Click...

The silence was broken by the sound of cracking, and the stake fell to the ground and shattered.

"This is the real Ten Wounds Fist!"

Su Changtian looked at the wooden stake, which was completely different from before, and shouted in surprise, although he only punched one punch, the destructive power of this punch was even more exaggerated than the previous punches, it can be said that this is the real punch of the Ten Wounds Fist.

Thinking that if he hit ten punches in this way, Su Changtian couldn't help but feel embarrassed in his heart, it was worthy of a silver-veined martial art, and he who was complacent about his cultivation speed before, but he seemed a little short-sighted.

"It seems that I have already understood the subtleties, and I don't know how many punches I can throw with my current strength. ”

Su Changtian grinned, and after simply wiping his hands, he quickly put on his shirt, and after all the tempering, his emaciated body became stronger and stronger, and he barely supported his somewhat wide shirt.

Just as his tense state relaxed slightly, a pair of eyes were secretly staring at him, a pair of eagle eyes to be exact.

A sudden sense of fear swept through Su Changtian's body like electricity, he turned around suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the mountains and forests, and a goshawk hovered above his head, and when he looked closely, it was the one he had injured earlier.

"Why, are you still obsessed with that blood?"

It may be because of the residual smell that the goshawk can lock him like a maggot possessed.

Su Changtian looked at the goshawk hovering in the sky, for some reason, there was always a faint sense of crisis lingering, the sky was about to turn dark, and it should not be a good choice to spend it in the back mountain.

"It's better to be careful, farewell!"

Su Changtian smiled slightly, arched his hand towards the sky, and planned to leave here quickly.

Who would have thought that the number of eagles hovering in the sky would quietly increase unconsciously, closely following Su Changtian's pace of escape, and the elite eagle eyes locked his body tightly.

As he fled, the sky gradually darkened, and dense black shadows swirled upward, as if death was about to take him away.

The speed of Su Changtian's escape slowly slowed down, and he had to slow down under the darkness of the night, and his agile body deftly avoided the trees to avoid running into other beasts.

It seems that this encounter is by no means a good stubble.