It's hard to describe how it feels.

For a moment, he saw the sounds of growth, the earth, the sky, and death, those distant echoes overlapping in one place, hidden where no one was noticed, but now they became so clear.

A stone's throw away.

It is as if you can see when you raise your eyes, you can hear with your ears closed, you can interfere with your mind by turning your mind, and even if you can touch your ...... with your hand

Boom!

Loud roar.

The old figure in front of him raised his arm, spread his five fingers, and suddenly blocked the front of Huai Shi's palm, struggling to grasp the invisible air.

In the sound of the explosion, the sharp air flow spread in all directions.

"Wake up, boy. ”

Luo Lao still had a half-guest steak in his mouth, stared at Huai Shi, who had not woken up yet, and asked vaguely: "Do you want to demolish the house as soon as you open your eyes!"

In the drowsiness of waking up from a long sleep, Huai Shi subconsciously raised his hand and reached out his palm to him again.

And didn't clench into a fist.

Instead, he let go, spread his fingers, and gently pushed forward as if he were holding something.

But Luo Lao looked stunned, raised his head, and swallowed his lunch steak into his throat, and his body turned into iron blue again, exceeding the limit.

Onward, one punch!

At that moment, Huai Shi's pupils suddenly contracted, the heartbeat, pulse, breathing, and texture were retracted, the pulse of the soul, the ripples of essentia, and the operation of the stigma......

All rhythms are unified for one bundle.

With his movements, converge forward.

Resonance!

The roar exploded again, and the entire basement shook suddenly, and countless dust fell.

Luo Lao's movements stopped abruptly, he lowered his head, and looked at his fist, which was in front of Huai Shi's palm...... Above the tiger's mouth, a crack cracked silently.

His eyes widened in astonishment.

At that moment, all the rhythms in Huai Shi's body overlapped together, as if with his will, a power that surpassed the past erupted in an instant!

Double, triple, five, or ten?

Unbelievable......

"Why is it so weak?"

Luo Lao was puzzled and asked, his disappointment was indescribable, "That's it?

It's like planting an apple tree and all the things that come out are cherries.

It shouldn't be this way!

The so-called extreme intention should not be such an understatement!

“......”

At that moment, Huai Shi's five fingers slowly contracted, and finally clenched his fist - at that moment, the rhythm that had converged into one suddenly exploded, struggled, spread, and countless frenzied syllables spread with the pulsation of essentia.

Even, it was inserted into the rhythm of Luo Lao's own heartbeat, breathing, pulse and essentia, and merged in one place, forming a torrent of riots!

- This is the true Symphony of Extreme Meaning!

In the silence, thunder burst out.

Luo Lao's body shook, and for a moment, he lost control.

Blackening in front of the eyes.

The cracks on the tiger's mouth suddenly spread, and fine cracks appeared on the arms, half of the body, face, and even the texture, bones, internal organs, and fascia.

Blood surging out!

Suffocate.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that under this blow, it would only turn into blood mist and dust in an instant, right?

However, after a short period of stagnation, Huai Shi on the other side was even worse than him, and the continuous cracking sound sounded from his body, and the severe pain burst out, and he opened his mouth and vomited blood.

In the short silence, Luo Lao raised his brows and couldn't help but shake his head, the blood on his body and the dark wounds in his body quickly closed and disappeared.

Laughing mockingly.

"Stupid!" the old man gloated: "I don't know how thick the sky is, you dare to compete with me?"

Although he didn't understand what the effect was, he could already understand the principle and medium of Huai's poetry through a moment's contact......

By harmonizing one's own rhythm and forming a resonance, it can burst out with a power far greater than before.

And that's just the basics.

Then, through this resonance, it is used as a medium to guide the outside world. He can even use this to interfere with the frequencies within other living objects, connecting the two directly with resonance, ignoring the defense, delivering destructive power into the opponent's core, and then completely detonating!

It's like Huai Shi instinctively did just now.

It's a pity that when I met a monster like Luo Lao, I was shocked by the sound of his body's inner beating.

"Thankfully, you didn't try to unify anything other than yourself. Luo Lao looked at him embarrassed and shook his head with pity: "Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this now." ”

I'm afraid it's already gone, and there are no dead bodies.

With just a moment's contact, he was already able to discern the terrifying potential of this extreme intention.

Detect, attack, defend, restrict, and even move at high speeds......

It's almost like himself, the standard panacea.

What just shook Luo Lao was just the resonance of Huaishi's own internal organs and essentia—and this extreme intention can resonate with something other than himself.

This is the true core of the meaning of 'symphony'.

Everything is moving.

The sky, the earth, the chalcedony pavilion, and everything ...... Everything can be integrated into the melody of the self.

As if they were temporarily combined into one, they borrowed the huge power of the outside world and attacked the crowd!

Through the rhythm of the fusion of each other, to achieve an alternative 'unity of heaven and man'.

But the cost won't be that simple.

Not to mention how complicated the experience and control ability is required, with Huai Shi's current catty, I am afraid that he will kill himself without much strength.

Imagine an entire estate of pulses that spiral out of control, erupting in resonance within the body......

Absolutely miserable, absolutely miserable, miserable!

Finally mastered a pole, and the result is this kind of skill that will play you to death?

In the face of this strange unfolding, Luo Lao could only show a trace of admiration in his astonishment.

It's fucking you.

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An hour later, Huai Shi, who was wrapped in bandages, sat in a wheelchair, drooling, and was pushed into the living room, snorting, and slowly swallowing the liquid food that Uncle Fang had made for him.

Anyway, he's very hard.

This level of damage, under the premise of Luo Lao's deliberate restraint and counterattack, he didn't even have to fight 120.

Self-healing at home is done.

It's just a little more time.

As a result, before he finished sucking a bowl of liquid food, an embarrassed figure threw himself into his arms and cried.

"Teacher, you're finally awake!"

Xiao Nineteen, whose hair was unkempt and covered in blood, was already in tears, hugging Huaishi's thigh and screaming: "Master save me!"

I don't know what kind of crime he has been in the past few days, and he has fallen to such an extent.

Huai Shi was about to comfort, but only heard a snap.

The cabin in the forest was stunned for a moment, feeling that the thighs he was holding had bent into a strange arc, stunned, dumbfounded, unable to hide his admiration, and suddenly burst into tears and praised: "Teacher...... Have you awakened the power of some rubber fruit?"

“...... This is you pouting Lao Tzu's legs!"

Huai Shi rolled her eyes, and she was about to cry, angry.

"Criminal, let go, it hurts me to death!"

After some scrambling, Huai Shi's legs finally returned to their original appearance, at least on the surface, and they were tied to a wooden board to fix their position.

Now Huai Shi is a glass man, full of cracks, and it shatters when touched.

The cabin in the woods had almost killed him just now.

I have been cultivating hard for so long, and I didn't let Lao Luo beat him to death, and I almost capsized in your gutter!

You said how did Lao Tzu raise such a two-five boy as you!

Next, when Yuan Yuan dragged him to training roughly, no one pleaded with him anymore.

"Don't, don't !!" The forest hut cried out in horror with his hands on the floor, "I have made meritorious contributions to Tanbo, I have shed blood for my teacher...... Teacher, why don't you speak, teacher...... Teacher, why don't you move......"

It's a pity that until the end, Huai Shi didn't move as he wanted.

Motionless.

He had been paralyzed in his wheelchair for two hours before he finally came to his senses.

When the surprise of enlightenment vanished, only indescribable exhaustion and weakness remained.

Fortunately, there is still a bit of spirit.

Finally, a little bit of control was restored.

He lifted his finger with difficulty, trembled and pressed it against the green plants in the living room, took a big puff, and finally came back to his breath and let out a sigh.

The vitality network of the inner circle of Tambo was almost sucked by him by a tenth of it.

And the scars finally began to heal quickly.

The empty blood tank is rapidly recovering.

"It's time to talk, Mr. Luo. ”

He raised his head and looked at the old man sitting across from him, "Why are you here?"

"Don't worry, it's not for you, it's just in passing. ”

Luo Lao sipped a fitness drink, took a sip without a sip, and tapped his fingers slightly on the desktop in front of him, as if he was patiently waiting for something.

"You're just awake. ”

He said: "There is a lot of excitement to see these days. ”

"What's the excitement?" Huai Shi was puzzled.

"Knife hunting. ”

When he said this, Luo Lao's demeanor was as if he was talking about a carnival.

Indeed, in comparison, the existence of the knife hunt is simply a carnival between the borders of Yingzhou.

This is a festival that belongs to the Yellow Springs Hirazaka.

Every four years.

Initiated by the dojo under the Sword Saint Gate, it imitates the deeds of the legendary strange monk Benqing, opens the door of the dojo, and makes the disciples who have achieved cultivation under the sect go out to find masters everywhere to duel.

Just like hunting, with the sword as a bet on victory or defeat, only the disciples who have collected enough swords can get the personal guidance of the sword saint and become a teacher as a 'mystery legend', and the rest can only be regarded as registered disciples......

As for the guy who lost all his pants in the duel and even had his sword taken away from him, he was simply expelled from the division.

From now on, whether you will enter and exit the Gaomen Wangdi as a disciple of the Sword Saint, or whether you will be reduced to a thug ronin, whether you are a dragon or a snake, it depends on this short ten days.

Among them, there are many cowards who buy other people's weapons at a high price to replenish their numbers, but while hunting others, all the disciples of the Sword Saint also become prey.

Because the requirements for the personal guidance of the Sword Master are only 100 swords, and they are not limited to the identity of the comer.

There is nothing wrong with even the most heinous people...... Over the years, there has been no shortage of outsiders who have won the honor of meeting the Sword Saint after defeating the disciples of the dojo.

This is a Yang Mou from the dojo.

Through the method of knife hunting, borrow external pressure to eliminate the internal indiscriminate and replenished guys, and then introduce new blood.

When this day comes, not only the disciples of the dojo, but all the samurai of Kyoto, no, all the samurai of Yingzhou, and even all the outsiders who are interested in improving their strength are also sharpening their swords, looking forward to making a name for themselves.

It is foreseeable that in the next period of time, once the Yellow Spring Hirasaka falls into the night, it will be the Shura field where the hundred ghosts travel at night.

"That's a good idea. Luo Lao nodded and exclaimed: "If you want me to say, the orchard should also be built like this, so as to save some people who have only taken experience classes from coming out to make up for the ......."

"Let's talk about things, don't always carry guns and sticks?" Huai Shi rolled her eyes: "So what? Do you want me to participate in the knife hunt?"

“......”

In the short silence, Luo Lao didn't speak, just raised his eyes to look at Huai Shi, unbelievable and incredible.

It's like looking at a pervert.