Chapter 45: The Eight Styles of Furious Battle

The heat spreads and rolls like a tide.

This majestic medicinal property was blocked in Zhou Kai's body by the knife qi, and with Zhou Kai's simple method of quenching the body, it slowly absorbed and refined, strengthened the muscles and bones, and nourished the five organs.

I don't know how long later, the heat disappeared, the knife qi was weak, Zhou Kai exhaled a breath of turbidity, feeling comfortable all over, and his strength skyrocketed, the hundred-pound long knife that could only be controlled with knife qi felt relaxed and unaffected at this moment.

This Pei Yuan Dan is indeed magical, and he has advanced his body by several levels at once, almost saving the equivalent of one or two years of pile work for ordinary people.

It's just that the number is a little less, only one, and if there are a few more, it will be beautiful.

Amazed in his heart, Zhou Kai looked at it, and there was a stinky sweat on his body, black and black, obviously under the tempering of Pei Yuandan, some impurities in his body were forced out a lot.

This is a good thing, the less impurities in the body, the better the body, the better the body, the better the body, the food is delicious.

Putting down the long knife, Zhou Kai began to study the notebook and the red pen again.

The red pen is a brush with a dull red barrel, as if soaked in blood, and the tip of the pen is solidified, as if it has been discarded.

The notebook is a popular retro book during the Republic of China, very light and thin, with countless ghost drawings written in it, and some traditional characters, Zhou Kai turned a few pages, and there was a very hard piece of paper and juan in it. When I spread it out, I found that it was painted with the kind of game routines used by normal pen fairies, numbers, and words.

After a few glances, Zhou Kai smiled: "It looks scary, but in fact, that's it, little raccoon, let's play together at night." ”

The little raccoon was complaining about Zhou Kai's eating alone, and glared when he heard the words: "I don't play." ”

Zhou Kai glanced at her: "No, you want to play." ”

Little Tanuki: "......"

After speaking, Zhou Kai got up, lifted the knife and left the ancient building directly, his body had just been greatly improved, it was a good time to practice the knife, Zhou Kai was a little impatient.

At the viewing platform, Zhou Kai held a long knife, concentrating and calming.

The inheritance of knife skill information, integrated division, a total of three steps.

Basics, sword skills, horse battles.

The foundation is the exercise of the body, the adaptation and familiarity with the knife. Zhou Kai cheated with his sword qi, and he had to build a foundation with Pei Yuan Dan, completed the achievements of others for several years, and directly started the second step, practicing knives.

The knife technique is not so profound, there are a total of eight moves, called the Eight Styles of Wild Battle, which is a knife technique that evolved from the battlefield, simple and direct, and the moves are fatal.

Between these eight moves, combined with each other, there are other variables, skillful and heart-to-heart, you can run rampant on the battlefield and be invincible.

In the second step, the average person will practice for a longer time, even a lifetime.

Because of this step, it is not only necessary to continue to temper the body and maintain more physical strength and strength, but also to be familiar with the variables of knife momentum.

The so-called Eight Styles of Furious Combat is only the basis of the sword technique, and it is called practice to be able to integrate these eight sword techniques into one's own body and evolve sixteen, thirty-two, or even more variables.

Zhou Kai directly inherited decades of knife skill information, which was completely a shortcut and saved countless time.

But if you want to reach the top, you need to put in enough effort.

Eight strokes of the knife technique, constantly emerging in his heart, Zhou Kai's wrist flicked, the long knife roared out, volleyed in the air, and then, the knife was uncontrollable, like a storm, pouring out, a knife was played by Zhou Kai, extremely powerful.

The eight-style killing technique was completed in an instant, and Zhou Kai stood up with his knife, and Zhou Kai was leisurely.

It's really handsome, just that set of knife techniques just now, let's talk about the master of the knife way, it's not too much, right? Who would dare to kick the gym? A knife slashed you.

"Idiot."

Suddenly, a sentence sounded.

Zhou Kai was stunned for a moment, looked left and right, suddenly raised the long knife, and glared: "Hey, you said me just now?" ”

"Eight types of mad battles, knife maniacs are not crazy, knives are like dragons, one blow is deadly, people are as still as water, and all directions are in the heart. You are crazy, the knife is messy, your heart is, put on the battlefield, you can't live for three seconds. ”

The words came again, unceremoniously.

Zhou Kai was angry, and was about to scold, but suddenly paused, his mind turned, and then he smiled: "Yes, my knife skills should be robbed of your inheritance, speaking of which, you are a senior, and you have practiced knives for decades, and you must be more awesome than me, how about it?" Do you want to teach me? I am also your second disciple, teach me not to suffer. ”

The words are silent.

Just when Zhou Kai thought that this product would not agree, a voice suddenly sounded: "You practice again." ”

Zhou Kai was secretly happy.

Being scolded and beaten by others is a trivial matter, as long as you can become stronger, any hardship is a setback that Zhou Kai must face.

Without hesitation, Zhou Kai took a deep breath, calmed down, put on a posture, and rushed suddenly, just when he wanted to perform the first move, he suddenly had a long knife, bringing up a force, making his body involuntarily crooked, and he almost fell.

"Damn, what's going on?" Zhou Kai was taken aback.

"You are too slow to draw your sword, the flank portal is wide open, you are not alert, someone shoots an arrow from your left, and you die." The words rang out, and the explanation was simple and clear.

The corners of Zhou Kai's mouth twitched.

That's what you're pointing for? Is it serious to shoot an arrow!

But when you think about it, it seems really good.

This is all about pointing out the biggest flaws, loopholes, and pointing out the problem. More effective than any words.

Perhaps, as long as he can perform the Eight Styles of Wild Combat without any accident under the hands of this big guy, he will be considered a teacher!

reacted, Zhou Kai didn't say anything, put on a posture again, and directly chopped the knife, but before the knife was collected, another force came, and then accompanied by an explanation in the voice: "An enemy fakes his death, hides by your side, sneaks up on you, and you die." ”

The corners of his mouth twitched, Zhou Kai gritted his teeth, kept the problem in mind, and continued to practice the knife, but almost frame by frame, Zhou Kai's movements kept stopping, and he was constantly pointed out by the voice, every time, it was Zhou Kai who died, and every time he died, he was caught off guard, it was like being targeted by death, and any mistake would have the most bizarre way of death to befall him.

After one side, Zhou Kai was sweating profusely, and his spirit was a little trance.

Previously, he was proud to be a master of the sword, and he was full of spirit. But while pointing down, Zhou Kai was a little suspicious of life.

"Again."

This time, Zhou Kai took the initiative to ask, and then shot with a knife to accept various unexpected attacks.

Time passes slowly.

By the time Zhou Kai felt that his body was extremely tired, and he finally couldn't continue cultivating, it was already two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

"The most terrible knife skill is the integration of human and knife, anticipating the enemy's opportunity, being able to easily face all directions, any impossible damage, your fierce battle with eight swords can be regarded as practiced, today is the end, tomorrow continues." After the words were spoken, the silence fell.

Zhou Kai lay on the ground, although tired, he looked satisfied.

The feeling of progress, the thief is cool.