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At the same time, the torn arm in Sikong's hand, with a large piece of flesh and blood, also turned into nothingness.

The blood stains on Sikong's body gradually dimmed, but Sikong's somewhat thin body made people dare not look directly at it at this time.

The person who complained was resurrected from the dead, came from a distance, hid beside Su Ming in fear, glanced at Sikong slightly, and looked like a frightened rabbit, his face full of horror.

Although due to the mirror image of the second world dimension, the user can die and be resurrected.

But the great horror of death, the sense of touch that loses control of the body little by little, is perfectly clear and extremely in line with reality!

Even, the tragic image of the flesh and blood floating up and the internal organs spilling out before death still stays in the mind of the complainant, lingering, going and coming again, turning into a demon!

This is what is wanted, and although the accuser does not sin unto death, he should never forget it.

Not everyone has witnessed the destruction of their homes, the destruction of their country, the fall of their homeland, and five years of enslavement, sleeping with bones and keeping warm with corpses.

Everyone is afraid of death, but some people can face it head-on.

"He, his extreme power just now, it seems, it seems to be ......"

At this time, many people woke up from Sikong's god-like bones just now, and only then did they notice that Sikong shook off his burden, and he was shocked.

"The strength is three hundred and thirty-three kilograms, reaching the one-dimensional primary limit strength; The speed is Mach 0.35, reaching the one-dimensional elementary limit speed of 70%. ”

Su Ming's salty and non-indifferent voice came, as if it was a final word, and the doubts in their hearts were truly implemented, and everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Qingqing, who has always admired herself alone, even if Sikong tore apart the enemy's gods and demons just now, it didn't make Qingqing, who was worried about her, look at Sikong for the first time.

"So, his power-type Mingchen martial arts, has it been completed?"

Qingqing's eyes were shining, shining, as if she had discovered something interesting.

Bitan looked excited, clenched his fists, not only was he afraid of Sikong, but seemed to be immersed in the scene, killing the enemy with his own hands, and looked at Sikong gratefully at this time.

Speechless, he walked straight to a hydraulic dumbbell and accepted the punishment of being late.

Dumbbells, a thousand sets.

Sit-ups, 300 reps in 3 minutes, 1,000 sets.

Creeping in the sand, crossing the iron net in ten seconds, a thousand times.

……

Finally, there are 1,000 combined trainings, such as prone leg bending, switchback running, and frog jumping serpentine.

Sikong, who was dressed in a 333-kilogram weight and internal pressure suit, almost crawled off the field after completing the punishment.

Sweat, branded hand prints one after another.

The wheezing, like thunder, reverberated clearly in the ashram.

But Sikong didn't sit down to rest, but stood up with his iron rod, staggering and walking slowly, under the messy hair sticking to the sweat, the bloody eyes were still bright.

Almost everyone fell into silence, and the eyes that looked at Sikong changed completely, and even when Sikong came, the people along the road subconsciously made way for him.

The real strength lies in the strength of the spirit, not the immortality of the skin.

"Master Su, the punishment is over, please make today's practice arrangements for me."

Sikong walked in front of Su Ming, out of breath, and said a sentence for a moment, but the words were clear and sonorous.

Su Ming looked at Sikong with emotion, as if he had seen his young and prosperous years, but Sikong was more ruthless than him!

Yu Guang saw the person who was so frightened that he hid in the crowd when Sikong approached, Su Ming sighed in his heart.

In the end, it is the flowers of the greenhouse, the canary on the ivory tower, which cannot be the foundation of the empire until it is conscripted.

"Remove the load, but don't take off the inner pressure suit. Let's take a break......

Su Ming's words softened, and he did not embarrass Sikong anymore, but reminded Sikong to continue to wear internal pressure clothing to avoid damage to internal organs caused by sudden pressure changes.

Hearing this, Sikong's footsteps softened, like a furnace that had been drained of the fire, and his breath softened suddenly.

Suddenly, a fragrance of bluegrass is fragrant, fragrant, and the eyes are slightly clear, and when you enter the eye, you will see a cloud of snow white.

"Whore, are you alright......" A pleasant voice like a yellow oriole came, with a faint complexity.

I don't know where the strength came from, Sikong only felt that his heart suddenly surged, thumping, and even his eyes were much clearer.

The ghost sent God, Sikong let his weak body fall, and even had some faint expectations in his heart.

"Hey! Big brother! Don't be afraid, I'm here! ”

Suddenly, there was a burst of iron gongs and drums, and loud laughter came from the voice, and then, Sikong felt as if his back was being knocked by an iron block, which was hard and painful.

The eyes must be clear, a big face full of scum, as if it had a meteorite rain, came to Sikong with a look of care.

Greasy nose full of acne!

I'm super wearable!

Sikong pushed this person away, retreated in a panic, and stumbled: "Two, two dogs? You, what are you going to do, you, how are you going to put your pants, uh, to get rid of the fog......"

But I saw that the fog and haze actually faded away at this time and the visible mode was set.

Sikong looked around in a panic, and found that it was still only visible to himself!

You're going to do something!

He smiled and said, "It's okay, I see that you are a man and want to make you a friend." ”

Sikong looked at Ergou suspiciously, and then pulled over Bitan, who was squeezed out of the crowd and was stretching his short neck to look at himself.

"He's also my friend, would you like to be visible to him?" Sikong put his arm on Bitan's shoulder and pointed at him.

"Uh, this ......"

He hesitated a little and had a lot of concerns, but now that the information is exploding, the second world is infinitely close to reality, and once the visible mode is set for strangers, he will almost put his own bottom tray out.

Even the fact that his ancestors peed their pants when they were children was clearly dug up.

Seeing that he hesitated, Sikong waved his hand and lay lazily on the ground, leaning on his back, not caring about the eyes of others.

Tired, so tired, so tired that I can't even open my eyes.

He just wants to sleep all the time.

After a night of traveling, I couldn't even take a bite of food, so I rushed to class.

Later, I encountered these wicked and pickled things.

Sikong, who was born from the immortal cultivation civilization, subconsciously did not want to accept the biological medicine that could make the body recover instantly, but relied on himself and felt the power recover bit by bit.

Maybe Sikong showed his grandeur, and from time to time someone came to talk, but it made Sikong not quiet.

Even Qingqing, who has always been as cold as the moon and delicate as a lotus, said a few nonsensical words to Sikong, as if an ordinary friend was pulling a family routine.

As for Geumsan, he never looked at Sikong from beginning to end, but Sikong happened to be quiet.

Just as Sikong was waiting for a rare moment of purity, there was a burst of hoarse ridicule, as if the sound of a broken drum pierced Sikong's ears painfully.

"Is King Yue ......?"

Isn't this nonsense?

Sikong couldn't bear to open his eyes, and suddenly, his spirit shook slightly, and he looked at the person in front of him.

Only this person is the most exquisite person among the ten students, who has failed to break through the two-dimensional and is stranded at the peak of the one-dimensional candle dragon!

Candle Dragon looked at Sikong, seemed to have some regret, and his tone was complicated: "It's a pity, it's too late." ”

"What do you mean?" Sikong held up one hand and leaned against the wall, looking a little tired.

"Among the ten people, only two or three of them have Mingchen martial arts, if your strength is at a high point, maybe you can help me step into the two-dimensional realm." The candle dragon shook his head, and his regret was overflowing.

"You mean to use me as a stepping stone?"

Sikong tilted his head, and the bloody eyes under the messy hair narrowed, looking into the distance.

"No, in three months, I will return to the second dimension, and then you will not even be worthy of ...... stepping stones"