An experienced torture blade with the help of a powerful memory. Crazy as a dry sponge, the novice takes the essence of the book and then melts it into his body.

Coming to the seventh day of the Temple of the Lost Stars. Torture Blade's face was full of stubble, and he was chewing on the jerky while looking at the book in his hand.

This book is about a very practical breathing technique. You can try not to expose your breath and heartbeat when you sneak.

"The principle is the same as what I knew before. But the way is more straightforward, more effective, and simpler. Torture Blade watched and practiced, and soon came to a conclusion.

Sey had left three days earlier, knowing that Blade didn't need to be supervised, and partly because she had other important tasks to do.

The Slaughter Warrior would come once a day and stay for an hour.

Of course, the hour was spent entirely in the abusive blade.

Already knowing that the Torture Blade possessed extremely terrifying melee abilities, the Slayer would use a part of his true power to beat the Torture Blade every time.

They even pierce Tortureblade's arm with thorns in an attempt to make Tortureblade scream.

But she didn't get her way.

The will of the Torture Blade is stronger than steel. It was so hard that no amount of pain could shake his thoughts.

For the entire seven days, Torture Blade was completely immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

"The reaction of the corpse water in the giant pitcher plant and the petals of the difficult flower can detoxify the manticore." Tortureblade looked down at a book on chemistry.

He put down the book, rubbed his eyes, and said, "It's still like this." ”

Drink a glass of water and continue to look down.

"I see, it's the reaction of proteases and decomposition enzymes and some solidified enzymes." Torture Blade looked at it carefully, his head was like a high-speed rotating wheel, constantly spinning, thinking.

A lot of reading has allowed most of the actual combat skills before the Torture Blade to be theoretically verified. At the same time, the torture blade is constantly scrutinized theoretically, and finally the combination of the two removes some unnecessary redundant steps or relatively obscure small mistakes.

Now Tortureblade resembles a miner with a large deposit of gems. Previously, this miner had only simple tools and skills that he had learned from constant work.

And now, this miner is no longer the same miner who didn't understand anything and relied on groping. Today's miners know how to use levers, know how to use chemistry, and even ditch their old worn-out iron picks and replace them with fully automatic excavators.

So he soon found a huge amount of valuable treasure in those raw mines.

Outside the door, Maya looked at the door, looked at the torture blade inside, and asked the young man next to her, "How is it?" ”

The young man rubbed his eyes and said, "I only sleep two hours a day, and the rest of the time I spend reading books, almost like crazy." ”

"How much did he watch? How much are you going to watch? Maya asked.

The young man looked down at a tablet and said, "In the past seven days, he has read more than 300 books. Among them are mainly physiological, biological, chemical, physical, stealth, assassination, etc. As for how much he wanted to see, he didn't say. ”

Maya nodded and said, "Keep staring." There aren't many people in the Temple of the Lost Stars, and the last time we tracked down the Ulcer King, we lost a lot, and we are in dire need of a powerful stalker now. ”

The young man nodded vigorously, rubbed his eyes and said, "Don't worry, hall master, I won't let you down." ”

Time continues to slip away. In the days of reading and studying in the underground, the people on the ground still lived their own lives, and there was no disorder caused by the disappearance of the torture blade.

Yue's Mansion.

After the morning exercise, Yue Lan wiped the sweat on her forehead and asked, "Sister, did you say that the torture blade is really dead?" ”

Under the moon, he held the sword in both hands and kept swinging the sword. There was no expression on the cold face, only coldness and concentration.

"Hey!" Yue Lan sighed, got up and began her own practice.

Yuexia was originally a haughty, indifferent and little-spoken person. When the blade disappeared, the haughty and cold lady became even more silent and cold.

has a gloomy face all day long, and even has a good face for Yuelan.

Sweat dripped down the white and beautiful cheeks of the moon like rain. The white slender hands clenched the hilt of the sword and swung it continuously.

Whew, whew, whoosh, whoosh,

The speed of the swing became faster and faster, and the sound of the wind on the sword gradually turned into a violent friction with the air.

Before I knew it, the entire sword body began to smoke. Then a hula burst into flames.

But Yuexia didn't care about this, his hands moved slightly, and the extremely cold ice directly froze the flames on the wooden sword, and then continued to swing.

An hour later.

"1800 complete." The voice of self-muttering came, and Yuexia casually threw away the mutilated wooden sword, and slowly moved her sore arms.

Yuelan looked at Yuexia and felt a little distressed, leaned over and whispered, "Sister, you don't have to be like this." Tortureblade's personality really isn't for you. ”

"Ah Lan, can you sleep at night?" Yuexia asked suddenly.

Yue Lan was stunned for a moment, and instinctively said, "It's okay, what's wrong?" ”

Yuexia looked up at the sky and said, "I can't sleep." The Blade saved our lives, and so did Natsu and Charr. We didn't have the courage to protect Xia and Shire in the first place. It was the Torture Blade that guarded it in our place. And now, there's something wrong with the blade. We're still like that, and we don't even have the courage to raise objections..."

Yuexia said, her hand that had already touched the blood bubbles slowly clenched, and her face was extremely excited, "What face do we have to live here now?" What dignity is there to face the family crest of the Martial Saint clan!? ”

Yuelan said bitterly, "Sister, it's too extreme for you to think like this. We...

Yuexia couldn't listen to Yuelan's explanation at all, and muttered, "I still remember the lonely and lonely appearance at the time of the torture blade. There is also a faint longing. "Do you all hate me?" This sentence has been echoing in my mind and lingering. ”

Hearing this, Yue Lan bowed her head and was silent. Because he didn't know what to say.

"I've investigated the whole thing, and I'll talk to my father today. This time, I must use all my energy, even if it is life! ”

After saying that, Yuexia got up and left alone.

The study of the moon godlight.

Yuexia told the whole thing completely.

"Father, it's them! It was Sparker who took the lead in forming a party for personal gain and persecuting the torturers. Yuexia stared at his father and said vigorously.

Luna Light glanced up at her, then said, "It's too late to say now, Tortureblade is dead." Secretly executed by the Temple of the Apocalypse. ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand. A silver disc was still on the table.

The moment the moon saw this disc, she knew that it was the moon-scar dart of the torture blade.

Yuexia silently picked up the disc and slowly put it in his arms.

"Dead is dead. He has nothing to do with you, so keep cultivating. Stop caring about things that don't make sense. The moon god said lightly.

Yuexia clenched the disc, slowly raised her head and stared at the moon god light and said, "Something meaningless?" Father, you said it so lightly. ”

Luna frowned slightly. Growing up, it was the first time for my daughter to talk to herself like this.

"What? Do you still want to follow him to death? A stern voice came.

Yuexia silently shook her head and said, "I don't have the courage to die, and I'm not qualified to die." ”

"Then practice quietly, you are the eldest daughter of the Yue Clan, and you represent the face of this Yue Clan."

Yuexia's fingers slowly clasped the relief on the disc, and after being silent for more than ten seconds, he suddenly said, "The Seven Killing Division is not suitable for me, and I don't plan to go." ”

Moon Shenguang put down the newspaper in his hand, stared at Yuexia and said, "Do you know what you're talking about?" ”

Under the moon summoned all his courage, stared at the moon god's light, and said sonorously, "I know, I know!" As the Torture Blade says, the people here live too comfortably. Too comfortable an environment makes us cowardly, easy to compromise, and unenterprising. ”

"Nonsense!" Luna slapped the table, stood up and roared.

Facing his father, who was as majestic as a mountain, the moon at this time said fearlessly, "I want to go to the wilderness to find what belongs to me." I'm going to experience the hardships that Blade has experienced. I want to know what made him who he is. I want to understand whether I am worthy to be the heir of a martial saint. ”

Quack...

The angry Moon God Light clenched his fists and stared at the moon and asked, "Do you know what this means?" ”

"Father, please. The crumbs in the city, I want to kill them when I see them now. Yuexia said lightly.

Luna was stunned for a moment. At this moment, he seemed to feel that it was not his daughter standing in front of him, but the torture blade.

Sitting back in his seat weakly, Moon Shenguang was finally no longer the commander-in-chief like ten thousand years of ice, but a middle-aged father.

With a slightly decadent expression, he said, "Since you have decided, then go ahead." ”

Yuexia slowly knelt on the ground and said, "Thank you, father, for your fulfillment." ”

"Let's go, before I change my mind." Moon Shenguang said bitterly.

After hearing this, Yuexia stood up, looked at her father deeply, and turned to leave.

Nirvana 1198, September 3.

Moon Xia left Apocalypse City alone and walked into the wilderness, ready to start his own path to the strong, and at the same time the road to the redemption of the torture blade.

Torture Blade, who was sitting in the underground library, suddenly felt a sense in his heart, and suddenly stood up and asked the young man at the door, "Where is my moon dart?" ”

"One is here, and the other was taken away by Commander Moon, saying that it was as proof that you are dead." The young man said truthfully.

Tortureblade slowly closed his eyes, feeling a dart getting farther and farther away from him, and even left Apocalypse City and entered the wilderness.

"Under the moon..." muttered Torture Blade, his hand clutching out of thin air. That gorgeous and beautiful feel of the torture blade is still clearly felt now.

The young man looked at the strange appearance of the torture blade and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Tortureblade came back to his senses, shook his head, and said, "Nothing. ”

Continuing to look down at the book, Tortureblade muttered, "May the Mark of the King of Hunting protect your path." ”

Among all the people in the entire Apocalypse City, there were only two people who really walked into the cold heart of the torture blade.

One is Deng Heng, and the other is under the moon.