噺 (8) 壹 Chinese net ωωω.χ8.òм 哽噺繓赽捌 (1) Novel 説蛧

The sword tide of the Xishan Cliff lasted for a whole day, and during this day, Zhang Tian endured capital punishment all the time!

The process of forging the five internal organs is very painful, the first one is the heart, how terrifying is it?

Think of those sharp sword qi, cut on the heart little by little, disassembled, reassembled, and dismantled......

It is forcibly dismantled and reorganized again and again, so that the internal organs reach an unprecedented height of hardness!

This made Zhang Tian feel like he had died many times in one day.

And this is just the beginning, as the process of forging the viscera gets deeper and deeper, the internal organs will gradually become more and more difficult to disassemble, and it is no longer possible to disassemble and forcibly dismantle, this pain is not something ordinary people can bear!

Not to mention that there must be no distractions in this process, and there must be full concentration and no slackness!

Zi Ning, who was above the cliff, didn't seem to care about Zhang Tian's pain at all, and even began to tease those fierce beasts that were eyeing him.

It seems that the fierce beast's intelligence is not enough, its sharpness is not good, and there is no bloodline level, and they don't realize that the little dragon in front of them is an existence that they can't provoke, and they all grinning their teeth and showing off their might towards this little dragon.

Zi Ning had a lot of fun, her speed was very fast, and she was stunned that she had teased this group of fierce beasts!

By the time Zi Ning had had enough, the sword tide in the flat ground below had finally ended after a long day......

The ghost knows how many sword tides Zhang Tian has experienced, he is disheveled, or he has no clothes at all, and his whole body is covered in blood.

Fortunately, his skin and tendons have already undergone body shaping, and he was not too seriously injured in this terrifying sword tide, but minor injuries were inevitable, and many pieces of those black and purple dragon scales on his skin were also cut off.

Once again, let the dragon scales spread all over his body, Zhang Tian clearly saw the arguments on his body, the dragon scales were lacking in the east and the west, and they were very ugly.

Today's forging progress has only advanced by one percent.

Body shaping, it's really not something that normal people play!

Looking at Zi Ning, who was flying in the sky and laughing and scolding at a group of fierce beasts, Zhang Tian suddenly regretted it.

Why did he contract this dragon?

Why embark on the road of no return for body shaping?

Is there any regret medicine in this world?

When the sun sets and returns to the west, the sword tide is stuck like a 9-to-5 office worker, and it disappears when the time comes.

Zhang Tian, who was finally able to relax, lay on the ground, the whole person was paralyzed on the ground and didn't want to move, both physically and mentally, he was tired to the extreme!

When it was midnight when Hao Qiong came forward, Zhang Tianzheng was lying on the ground snoring like thunder.

As the pavilion master, he naturally knew why Zhang Tian had fallen into such a realm, he looked at the surrounding mountain walls with a light smile, and easily found the sword holes that were inserted by the dragon bone sword.

Hiding from the sword tide, are you tired of hiding?

However, the mercy was only for a moment, and in the next second, Li Haoqiong picked up Zhang Tian's whole person, and then shook it in mid-air.

"Aren't you awake?" Li Haoqiong was surprised, looking at Zhang Tian, who could continue to shout in this situation, a little helpless.

In his opinion, although the sword tide is terrifying, it is not so tired that it will be like this, right?

Lost basic alertness?

If Zhang Tian knew what Li Haoqiong was thinking in his heart, he would definitely jump up and shout about his miserable day.

You're awesome, you're going to try it out?

Seeing Zhang Tian so tired, Li Haoqiong was also a little unbearable.

"After all, it's still a fifteen-year-old child, Cai Lingwei......" Thinking so, Li Haoqiong shook his head, left a note, and left.

Let's take a good rest for the future of this Phantom Sword Pavilion!

The sword tide does take a few days to adapt and ease.

It was only not long after leaving Haoqiong that Zhang Tian opened his eyes in a daze, and then sat up.

He didn't sleep long, and it stands to reason that under that kind of high-intensity flesh and mental pressure, it was normal for him to sleep for three days and three nights.

But in just a few hours, he woke up.

Moreover......

How relaxed do you feel?

The tiredness of the day is swept away, replaced by a burst of spirit!

Isn't that right?

And when Zhang Tian looked at his body, his injuries were not healed!

He has a strong recovery ability, and the wound on his skin has not yet scabbed.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Tian reacted.

That sword qi is pure, and the injuries brought by it are not easy to heal, and at the same time, this is also the reason why the sword cultivation of the Illusory Sword Pavilion pays attention to the extreme.

This kind of pure sword qi is stronger than ordinary sword wounds, I don't know how many times!

Even his physique at the end of skin refining was not spared.

At the same time, Zhang Tian also had a hint of enlightenment, because his heart was exuding a trace of warmth, carrying blood through the blood vessels and flowing all over the body.

His mental outlook is unexpectedly good, which should be the reason for the forging!

The internal organs of a person affect too much of their inner life, spirit, temperament, complexion, and appearance......

Just one percent of the progress of forging can have such an effect, which makes Zhang Tian can't help but look forward to it.

Time is the most important thing for every sword cultivator!

Sleep is a daily need for ordinary people, and it is also a necessary part of sword cultivation after exhaustion, in order to restore the spirit to a normal state.

The effect of forging is directly affected by the quality of sleep, and even greatly shortens the time.

It is tantamount to bringing great benefits to Zhang Tian!

If you think about it, other people can sleep for three days and three nights after they are tired and become dead dogs, and then they can continue to cultivate.

Zhang Tian didn't need it, he slept for a few hours after being tired of becoming a dead dog, maybe it would only take a few dozen minutes after the forging was completed, and then he would be alive and well.

This is still a small impact, and the big impact can be placed on the battle of life and death.

The opponent is exhausted from fighting, and at most he can catch his breath and hang for his life.

Zhang Tian's eyes opened and closed, and he was full of firepower again.

Isn't that equivalent to infinite firepower?

It's cool to think about!

Zhang Tian, who was immersed in beauty, smirked, and then glanced at the note left by Li Haoqiong.

"I've already been here!" Zhang Tian was a little regretful, and reminded himself that he would wake up early next time, and it would be a loss to miss the pavilion master's personal teaching.

There was nothing left on the note, but Zhang Tian was instructed to continue to practice the Void Sword, and strive to be able to leave the sword qi in the air within a few days, not to leave the void dozens of meters away at once, at least one centimeter first.

In this way, you can enter the next step of teaching, after all, the Empty Sword is not something that can be controlled in a day or two, and it requires accumulated practice.

Seeing such a message, Zhang Tian's expression was strange.

One centimeter?

He did it yesterday!

However, what Li Haoqiong said is right, the Likong Sword is indeed difficult to control, and the accumulated practice is a must.

So Zhang Tian, who was in high spirits, swallowed a heart-nourishing pill, first treated the injuries of his skin and blood vessels, and then pulled out the dragon bone sword and began the second all-night practice.

The night was dark and windy, and the faint moonlight shadow was hidden under the clouds, and it was hazy.

There was nothing to see at the bottom of the cliff in the West Mountain, only the constant sound of waving swords.

Baidu Search 噺八壹Chinese網 м. No advertising words