"Your eyes, though they can see into the subtleties. But your sword is not fast, it is unstable, it is not allowed to ...... Not qualified to enter the nuances yet!"

"The next day is where you really get into the details. ”

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Chu had been blasted into the air with a punch, although the bones were not broken, but the pain was unbearable.

The sound of the cliff appeared in my mind.

Hearing this, Zhao Chu's face was distorted, and his pupils were aggrieved.

Out of the sword?

Are you kidding me.

This puppet is extremely fast, like lightning, let alone stabbing him in the door.

Zhao Chu roughly calculated.

I can't even touch the corners of the puppet's clothes.

Bang!

was smashed from the sky with a bang, and Zhao Chu's body shook the earth into a crack and embedded it deep in the pit.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, trembling all over.

"How weak you are, is it clear now?"

The flood cliff is indifferent.

Clear.

This trip to the Central Domain is really not in vain.

Zhao Chu finally knew how high the sky outside the Northern Realm was.

He is a character in the Northern Realm, and he can look at the entire Lower Nine Heavens World, but he is only an ant.

Even if you are holding a withered sword, your strength will break a million catties.

But what can you do if you face this puppet in front of you?

You're just a wretched three-year-old boy with a heavy axe that can't even cut the corners of other people's clothes.

A sword that can kill people can be called a good sword.

If it can't kill someone, it's just a ridiculous and expensive toy.

This is just a puppet of the Jindan Realm.

What if it's a Yuan Baby?

The Yuan Infant of the Northern Realm may be weaker than this puppet?

"A sword in the eye. ”

"I will definitely succeed. ”

With a silent thought in his heart, Zhao Chu's eyes were dark, and his heart was completely silent.

Thundered!

The lower abdomen was torn apart by a punch.

But Zhao Chu remained silent and raised his sword flat.

Replace the eye with a sword.

He wants to see the world clearly.

That's right!

Zhao Chu wants to pass through the wind, through the air current, through the smell.

Simulate the puppet in front of you like a desert, and you have to be accurate to every grain of gravel.

......

Thundered!

Thundered!

Thundered!

Zhao Chu was like a broken sack, being constantly bombarded back and forth.

A mouthful of blood, then a mouthful of blood.

His face was already distorted.

His chest had collapsed.

His calves, bent at an incredible angle.

But Zhao Chu's arm stubbornly held the sword in his palm.

A very simple action, Zhao Chu has tried a thousand times so far.

Fail!

Fail!

Fail!

Failure after failure, like an abyss of despair.

His sword, like a poisonous snake that has been cursed for 10,000 years, just can't lift it.

But Zhao Chu's heart became more and more courageous.

No matter how badly the body is traumatized, no matter what the body is beaten into.

His sword must be like an eternal light.

The wind and thunder were raging, and the rain was pouring down.

My sword is my eye.

My sword is my everything.

My sword can see through all the vanity of the world.

......

Unconsciously.

Six hours passed.

Zhao Chu's sword could barely be raised, but it trembled violently.

A simple action, his hands, simply can't be done.

......

Another six hours passed.

Zhao Chu's whole body was already swollen, and his whole body was full of shocking bulges.

This puppet didn't have the heart to kill him.

Battery!

Just endless beatings.

Zhao Chu was in pain to numbness, numbness to spasms, and then from spasms to loss of consciousness.

But his arms were still stubbornly raised.

Finally!

This sword can be raised flatly.

But his palms were still trembling, and the blade of the sword was trembling violently.

......

Unconsciously.

Another six hours passed.

Zhao Chu was numb, he couldn't even hear any sound, he couldn't even smell anything.

But the sword in his hand was much calmer.

Still trembling though.

But through the blade of the sword, Zhao Chu seemed to clear the dense fog and saw a glimmer of light.

......

20 hours have passed!

The puppet was tireless, and was still beating Zhao Chu frantically.

And Zhao Chu's sword can already keep it no longer trembling.

......

21 hours later!

Zhao Chu's sword was like a sculpture engraved in the air, and it didn't move at all.

It is like a stone tablet that has experienced a hundred vicissitudes, fearless of wind and rain, and writes the persistence of a teenager.

......

22 hours later!

In front of Zhao Chu's eyes, a desert appeared.

He looked down indifferently at the yellow sand, he opened Kenshin's eyes, and he saw the tiniest of gravel.

The list is endless!

......

23 hours later!

Zhao Chu is like a persistent scholar, reading all the books in the world.

Silence!

Dysphoria!

Lonesome!

Countless negative situations have destroyed Zhao Chu's thinking to pieces.

But he clings to the stubbornness in his heart.

"It turns out that your life's door is here!"

Suddenly, Zhao Chu smiled.

23 hours, one day and one night!

Zhao Chu opened the eye of the sword heart.

......

The top of the Holy Land of the Blue Tribulation.

The ninth disciple looked down on the earth, and in his eyes, Zhao Chu's head had swollen into a pig's head.

But his attention was on the sword.

Zhao Chu finally raised the sword.

The scene is very eerie.

Zhao Chu was beaten by puppets in various ways.

Sometimes it hits the air, sometimes it hits deep underground.

Sometimes he broke more than a dozen trees in a row, and sometimes he was broken and broken.

But only that sword, no matter what weird angle Zhao Chu's body bends, that sword is like a straight look.

Lock!

The direction of the blade is always adjusting, and it is always locking the puppet.

Like the soul of the tarsus, there is not a momentary stagnation, there is no mistake.

......

"Third Senior Brother, are you here?"

Looking at the bottom of the mountain, the ninth disciple remained motionless and said suddenly.

"Is that the eleventh junior brother you are looking for?"

The void twisted, and a middle-aged Confucian in a linen coat stepped out of the distortion.

The ordinary face is full of depressed decadence.

Just like thousands of down-and-out scholars, there is a sense of responsibility in the eyes of the third disciple of the Qing Tribulation.

"Hmm!"

The ninth disciple stared at Zhao Chu.

Finally, Zhao Chu's sword had locked the puppet's life.

He was halfway there.

"From the outer collar?"

The third apostle asked.

"Hmm!"

The Ninth Trail.

"This humble status ......"

The words of the third disciple were solemn.

The ninth disciple was expressionless.

"Well, that's good. This kind of identity is the most suitable for the eleventh junior brother, and the meaning of the master is that everything is fateful, and there is fate. ”

"The ants of the outer shaft ring have suffered more setbacks, and the future is limitless, so it is easy to feed!"

The third disciple nodded suddenly.

"Third Senior Brother, can we communicate like normal people, don't be surprised.

The ninth disciple remained calm.

"Look, he's going to make it!"

Suddenly, the third apostle.

......

Another ten minutes passed.

Zhao Chu has been locking on to this grain of gravel.

That's right!

It's the puppet's life.

There was no sword.

Zhao Chu has never taken out his sword.

He has only one chance. His physical strength was only enough to cut out a sword.

This sword is successful, and you win!

This sword is defeated, and you die!

Zhao Chu knew that the reason why he hadn't been killed was because of a sword heart, hanging on to his breath.

Face the music.

The swordsman has only one chance to use a sword.

At this time, Zhao Chu understood the horror of the Sword of Subtlety even more.

This is the real nirvana.

Zhao Chu had an illusion.

Open the sword of subtlety by yourself, and the blade of your sword is like a scope with a sniper rifle installed.

No matter where the puppet flashed, it couldn't escape its crosshairs.

One minute!

Two minutes!

Three minutes!

......

Five minutes!

Zhao Chu was like an old and spicy hunter, and poisonous insects had crawled into his eyes.

But he was fearless.

He is willing to give up an eyeball for the sake of his prey.

Opportunity!

Finally, the opportunity has arrived.

The puppet blasted itself away with a punch, exposing him to the air under his armpits.

Zhao Chu took a deep breath.

His sword, without any fancy fancies, is like an apprentice practicing swords for the first time, cutting out the most ordinary sword.

Slash!

Even a naughty boy can cut this sword with a wooden sword in his hand.

The puppet discovered Zhao Chu's sword.

It's going to dodge.

Pity!

This sword is like the most vicious snake in the world, and it has bitten his armpit to death.

The puppet is fast, and Zhao Chu is faster.

Kiss!

The next breath.

A sword cry tells the thrill of this sword.

Zhao Chu's body disappeared from the spot.

After the blink.

Three meters away, Zhao Chu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the magic sword stabbed the ground, so that his body was stabilized and did not fall to the ground.

His speed was faster than the light.

A sword in detail.

Zhao Chu...... It worked!

Rumble!

Behind him, the invincible puppet vanished and turned into dust.

"There are more than 40 minutes left, and I should return to the Northern Realm!"

The foundation barrier in Zhao Chu's body had already been shattered.

Because of the different relationships in space, Zhao Chu is currently unable to break through.

He had a hunch.

The moment when the soles of his feet set foot on the Northern Realm again, it was the moment when he broke through the wall and became a pill.

"Now that I've cultivated a sword, it's time to take off this damn blindfold!"

Zhao Chu was uncomfortable.

Although it slashes out with a sword, this blindfold can distract from the noise of the world.

But when he didn't draw his sword, he wasn't used to being blind.

......

"Congratulations, you've passed another assessment!"

At this time, the voice of the ninth disciple appeared.

"Big guy, I only have one thing to ask for, can I take this blindfold!"

Zhao Chu endured the severe pain all over his body and hurriedly said.

"Hmph, a humble ant from the outer shaft ring, beaten into this virtue by a mere puppet. ”

"It's ......"

At this time, behind Zhao Chu, another voice sounded, full of dissatisfaction and disdain.

Zhao Chu was covered in cold sweat.

This ill-intentioned voice is even more terrifying.

Heavenly Choice!

"Third Senior Brother!"

The Ninth frowned.

"Really, alas...... It's a pity that it was beaten into this virtue. Come on, come on, Third Senior Brother, there is a healing pill here, take it quickly!"

"Poor place, Ninth Senior Brother, you are simply psychopathic!"

"How can you bully Senior Brother Eleven like this, he is our relative!"

Hurriedly fed Zhao Chu a pill, and the third disciple patted Zhao Chu's shoulder, and at the same time injected a gentle air current.

Just after a few breaths, the severe pain on Zhao Chu's body was directly resolved by the qi wave and the medicinal properties of the pill.

The Heavenly Choice is really unfathomable.

But the attitude of the third disciple, Zhao Chu felt even more weird.

"The blindfold can be removed, but it involves the next assessment!"

The ninth disciple was too lazy to look at the third disciple, lifted the hair on the side of his ear, and said gracefully:

"Within three days, kill a primordial baby, and the blindfold can be removed. ”

"What if you can't kill it?"

Zhao Chu asked.

"If you can't kill it, the blindfold will melt into your body, and when you break through the natural selection, take it off yourself. During the period, even if it was a master, there was no way to take it off. ”

The ninth is the way that it should be.

"Can I refuse the exam and enter the Blue Tribulation Holy Land?"

Zhao Chu asked seriously.

"Yes!"

The third disciple patted Zhao Chu on the shoulder earnestly.

"Thank you!"

Zhao Chu nodded.

"No thanks, after all, as the first traitor in the 5,000 years of the Blue Tribulation Holy Land, I will let you die a very representative death!"

The third disciple smiled.

"Wait a minute, I'll reorganize the language!"

"Although the younger generation doesn't know about the Blue Tribulation Holy Land, there is a peerless figure like the third senior brother, I think this place is very promising!"

Zhao Chu's words were firm.

"Good boy, your strength is ordinary, but your vision is very good!"

When the third disciple spoke, the injuries in Zhao Chu's body turned out to be strangely healed.

At this time, the cultivation in Zhao Chu's body also quietly recovered.