"Rustling ......"

Nearby, three half-bone knife insects rushed over, and when they saw Sikong nailing their kind with a spear, they all fell into a rage. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Just in time!"

The battle was in full swing, Sikong pulled out the spider spear, and without hesitation, rushed forward.

The half-bone knife insect that was rated as an innate warrior by the Eye of Origin was really extraordinary, and the three half-bone knife insects fought against Sikong, and Sikong fell into a precarious situation.

Although Sikong's strength is equal to that of the half-bone knife insect, after all, after a long illness, the muscles and bones are slightly jerky and inexperienced, if it weren't for the eye of origin to see the flaws of the knife insect, I'm afraid it would also be a vicious battle.

'Click! ’

The spider spear had been worn out for a long time, and at this time it collided with a bone knife, and it actually shattered directly from it, and Sikong couldn't dodge, and another bone knife slashed through his forehead, leaving a shallow knife mark.

Sikong rolled to the ground in embarrassment, and the three half-bone knife insects were unforgiving, and the six bone knives were cut down one after another!

And not far away, five more half-bone knife insects arrived!

"Eyes of Origin!"

Seeing this, Sikong's eyes sank, but instead of betting on the half-bone knife insect, he looked at himself and made a fist in his eyebrows...... Hundred Burst Punch!

"The ups and downs are like a swallow's body, the fists and eyes are cross-current, and the wolf is ...... with his head in his hand."

I thought silently, and then a piece of information emerged.

Hundred explosions boxing, fourth-level Xuangu cultivation of immortal civilization secular martial arts, transportation skills, one explosion and one heavy strength, when a hundred major successes, the fist power is ninety.

Compendium of Origins: The Origin of Martial Arts

Simulation level: Perfect

Note: Simulated

'Simulation! ’

In Sikong's eyes, he first saw the scene of his recent practice of Hundred Explosions Boxing, and then returned to his homeland.

A teenager was naked, bandaging his fists with gauze, and punched the towering ancient tree one by one, dripping with blood, wetting the gauze.

"Young man, I see that you are talented, you are a unique martial arts wizard, three taels, as long as three taels of silver, I will sell you this family heirloom martial arts!"

A haggard boxer hung his right hand, pulled a half-human-tall, pink-faced child, and said with a wink.

After the child hesitated for a moment, the chivalrous dream in his heart finally prevailed, and he took out three broken pieces of silver in exchange for a tattered martial arts cheatbook.

Going back in time, an old man with a childish face and crane hair, dressed in white, stepped on the snow, was on the top of the snow-capped mountain, witnessed the goose feathers and heavy snow, his heart moved slightly, and a set of boxing techniques slowly hit.

If you feel the same way, you have been watching from the wall, looking down at the past Sikong as if leaning over the old man, feeling the old man's moves and styles, and understanding every bit of boxing.

The snowflakes dance lightly and move with the fist.

The breeze sent cold, but it was dispelled by the old man's surging blood.

Then, a sound came from the old man's fist, pushing, side, blocking, holding, hitting, throwing, and all kinds of changes in the fist were accompanied by explosions.

The old man entered the realm of the underworld, moving like a hundred miles of waterfalls, surging, when he stopped, it was like a lonely pine on the dangerous peak, and he did not move in the wind.

In the end, there were a hundred bangs!

"A hundred explosions, but it is in line with my name of a hundred winds, so it is called ...... Burst punch. ”

'Whew! ’

Six bone knives were chopped down, Sikong suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like a mirror, and one of the old men slowly punched.

"The ups and downs are like a swallow's body!"

Sikong's footsteps moved slightly, as if sensing the coldness of the wind in the snow, sometimes going up against the wind, sometimes down the river.

A bone knife slashed from behind, Sikong turned sideways, and after dodging the blow, he rushed out of the blockade of the four bone knives.

'Poof', a hot pain came from behind, Sikong didn't care, but laughed heroically.

"Fists and eyes are crossing, and I am worried!"

With a deep snort, Sikong immediately stabbed himself up, and came out from his waist, passing through the spine, shoulder blades, and forearms, and then clenched his fist out, causing a startled explosion, and hit the waist eye of a half-bone knife insect!

"Shhhhh

The half-bone knife insect was in pain, staggered a few steps, and it was too late to chase and kill, and two half-bone knife insects came to kill.

"Hook back your hand, wolf with his head!"

After dodging a bone knife, he bullied himself and actually put his legs cross-legged on the head of a half-bone knife insect!

Watching the other head of the knife insect bite him, Sikong made a fierce force on his leg, spun down, and his right hand struck out fiercely, causing two explosions and hitting the other head!

'Click, click! ’

Two crisp sounds came, and Sikong fell to the ground, rolling in embarrassment, dodging a few bone knives.

And the half-bone knife insect in front of Fang stood straight in place, the bone knife hanging down, and his eyes were blank.

With a 'plop' sound, it fell, one head in an eerie reversal, only the thin skin still attached, while the other head flowed with gurgling blood and white brains.

"Haha, Hundred Explosion Punch, I see!"

Just like being swept by the hundred winds, a generation of martial arts masters taught by words and deeds, Sikong understood this set of boxing techniques from a high vantage point, and the essentials of each movement and the skills of exerting force were kept in mind.

Two explosions

Three explosions

Sikong became more and more courageous the more he fought, and he was originally in danger under the five half-bone knife insects, but as the Hundred Explosion Fist became more and more exquisite, he had reached the level of protecting himself, and even occasionally unexpected and violent attacks.

And the 100 explosions have reached the level of 10 explosions!

"It's too much, withdraw!"

At a glance, he saw more than a dozen half-bone knife insects rushing to him, so he punched out two punches, made a startling explosion, repelled the half-bone knife insects, and turned around and left without hesitation.

Behind him, the half-bone knife insect chased after him, but the short distance of ten meters was only a matter of one or two seconds for the current Sikong.

In the angry gaze of the half-bone knife insect, Sikong disappeared, but on his back, he left a few wounds that turned from slow to urgent, and he was oozing blood.

In the underground lair, Sikong sat on the ground.

The superstring furnace hummed, and the walls of the furnace were scorched with a blazing fire.

And in the one-dimensional cone, Sikong steadily devours the green microstrings.

The gene chain is slowly complete.

The wound on the back of the back is quietly scarred and dropped under the strong self-healing ability of the cells and the energy supply of the nutrient solution, and it is as smooth as ever.

Cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and for Sikong, who has suffered for nine years, he is more and more afraid to give up.

Because of hatred, let him have skin as hard as steel, even if there is a knife and dagger in the crack of the bone and thorns on the shoulder, it is not enough to make him cry!

Turning over, Sikong left the underground lair again with his bare hands, and headed for the 'White Desert'.

Blood, like a cold plum, blooms on white rice paper, making it more and more enchanting.

Sweat wet the whole body, leaving shadow footprints, and Sikong's spine stood proudly as before.

Half-bone knife insects screamed and roared angrily, one after another, to meet the declaration of war of the outsiders.

"Fight!"

…………

A month later.

In underground lair.

'Tick, tick, tick......'

It is like a stalactite dripping water, ticking and falling in the ancient spring, in the ripples spread by the Tao, making it crisp and reverberating in the underground lair, which actually has a little more elegance in the hollow valley.

And in this desolate star, there is no water.

Only, blood.

Sikong seemed to crawl out of a pool of blood, unable to lean against the wall, and the blood, along his arm, collected between his fingers, and then fell on the metal of the Crusader one by one.

And on his body, large and small, is covered with hideous scars, and in the lower abdomen, there is a hole the size of a baby's fist.

A broken knife was still stuck in Sikong's thigh.

Sikong's eyes were slightly misty, he closed and opened, and then, his head sank suddenly, awakening himself.

Sikong shook his head weakly, and with his blood-stained hand, he opened the 'three-dimensional storage box' tremblingly, and laboriously took out a nutrient solution.

I couldn't see what kind of nutrient solution it was, Sikong drank it with a grunt, leaned his head against the wall, and after a while, he regained some strength, and said with a wry smile: "This time, it's a big ......."

As soon as he thought of the sea of insects, the sea of swords and insects that almost filled Sikong's eyes, Sikong still couldn't help but sweat, and he was afraid.

The Hundred Explosion Fist made rapid progress, and at the edge of the white desert, the scattered half-bone knife insects could no longer meet Sikong's needs for battle, so he advanced into the interior of the desert.

And this time, it went thousands of kilometers deeper!

At the beginning of the big battle, Sikong was dripping with joy, and the hundred explosion fist went further, almost with one punch, he could blow up a half-bone knife insect, leaving a corpse of insects in the ground.

But, until he killed a half-human-tall, silver-glowing, glass-like half-bone knife worm.

As a result, the half-bone knife worms of the entire desert fell into the madness of revenge, and let Sikong's fierce flames roll, and one punch could kill a member of the same kind; Ren Sikong was not inferior to them, and there were white bones piled up at his feet......

They are still not afraid of life and death, one after another, and they are piling up in a suicidal way!

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Sikong spat out a mouthful of blood, put his right hand on the broken knife inserted in his thigh, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then, he was decisively occupied!

'Poof! ’

The broken knife was pulled out instantly, spurting out a stream of blood, Sikong snorted, his face was pale, and his trembling hands wanted to hit a few acupoints to stop the blood.

However, the weak hand never locked the joint where the blood was transported, and as a last resort, Sikong could only use spider silk to bandage the wound.

After doing this, cold sweat wet Sikong's forehead.

Sikong slowly closed his eyes, immersed in the superstring furnace, and slowly healed his wounds through practice.

For the next few days, Sikong slowly healed in the underground lair without leaving home, and summed up what he had learned for several months.

Hundred explosions are close to Dacheng, and now a set of boxing methods is down, and there are ninety-nine explosions, and ten percent of the strength is almost ninety, and there is only one kick left, and you can be supernatural and reach the realm of Dacheng.

The Eye of Origin, only when you take the initiative to use it and are moved by your heart, will you analyze the information in your eyes and reveal your origin.

In addition to the basic feature information, the origin simulation must be something that is familiar to the commonplace.

The matter of origin is even more all-encompassing, not only can you see the weaknesses of the enemy, but also can travel through the ages and return to the realm of the ancients, which is really amazing.

And the number of times I use the Eye of Origin is still three times a day, and it does not improve with the cultivation of refinement, I don't know if the improvement method is wrong, or the cultivation does not meet the conditions.

That sudden sense of murder, Sikong still didn't know why, and when he was also facing the half-bone knife insect and did not operate the Eye of Origin, Sikong's mentality remained unchanged, and there was no abnormality.

I'm afraid, there are many unknown secrets in the Eye of Origin.

And the superstring furnace ......

Sikong frowned, in the past month, the superstring furnace fire has been extinguished many times, although in the end, Sikong ingested the fire of life again and rekindled the superstring furnace, but Sikong always felt that there was a secret in it that he didn't know.

It's a pity that he was born halfway, and the cultivation of the superstring furnace system has been even guessed so far, and there is a lot of luck.

"It seems that we must contact the people of the empire as soon as possible to get the direction of the next step of cultivation, but this is a desolate star, for the entire sea of stars, it is like a drop in the ocean, and I don't know what year and month someone will pass by......"

Sikong's mind was still in the 'one-dimensional cone', devouring the green microstrings one by one.

Suddenly, Sikong opened his eyes, his face changed greatly, and he was even more frightened, because he found ......

The green microchord fails!

That is, he can no longer repair the broken genetic strand.

Can't practice!