The power of the spirit is infinite, and he hinted in his heart that he kept telling Lu Ziming, this is a set of exquisite swordsmanship, it is the greatest wealth left by the ancestors to the Lu family, and it is a real heirloom, and he must carry forward the swordsmanship.

Spiritual opium is as powerful as drugs in reality, not only can it paralyze others, but it can even deceive oneself, and a lie told a thousand times is the truth. Under the constant hints in his heart, even if he told him now that there was a God, he would not hesitate to believe it, and he would pray to God sincerely.

He never thought there was anything ridiculous about this kind of behavior, especially now, the endless emptiness and loneliness were like countless ants biting in the body, it was a painful feeling, every cell felt extremely uncomfortable, and he wanted to pick it out one by one and scratch it all the way to Bai Sensen's bones.

He had already guessed why the labyrinth was designed to be so huge, the narrow space would make people feel oppressive, and it might only take a few days for the people inside to collapse before they could find the exit.

Maybe the designers of the maze didn't want the mice inside to collapse immediately, the green grass gives people a sense of calm and comfort, enough food can not worry about starving to death immediately, after the route is chosen correctly, the disappearance of the realm wall makes people hope for victory, and the design of each point fully takes into account the bearing capacity of the real object "guinea pig", which can be described as "well-intentioned".

I didn't die, so I don't know why I existed here. What the purpose of the designer was, and why such a huge labyrinth was built, he also did not know. However, there is no doubt about one thing, that is, the purpose of the designer is to test Lu Ziming's little mouse, and no one can answer how many mice like himself exist.

He only does two things during the day, one is to constantly study the laws of the mirror wall, and numb himself with the method of consuming physical energy, and the second is to keep eating, only by eating non-stop can he maintain his body, he doesn't want to starve to death, this is the only way.

At night, he also did two things, one was to sleep, and the other was to force himself to practice swords. The sword made from the branches of the tree has been practiced in his hands I don't know how many times, no matter how skilled he is, he always tells himself that what he has practiced is only the likeness of the form and not the so-called godlikeness. He didn't know what it meant to be godlike, stabbing, slashing, and teasing over and over again...... , numb yourself with mental hints again and again, and let yourself work hard.

Once, ten times...... , a thousand times, ten thousand times, he can't remember how many times he practiced the same move, he can't stop, he is afraid to stop, he tells himself in his heart, he will soon refine the swordsmanship passed down from his ancestors, and he can create his own set of swordsmanship, and then hold on to the .......

No matter who it is, after practicing a mechanical action tens of thousands of times, or even 100,000 times, it will enter the proficient, even exquisite, Cheng dù. Then we enter a stage of epiphany, in which every movement, even the rhythm of breathing, the speed and slowness of breathing, and the state of mind, may affect whether we can truly comprehend the mystery of swordsmanship and enter a subtle process of mental comprehension. Finally, there is the stage of divine skill, which is an unattainable height, which can be achieved without a sword in the hand and a sword in the heart, and the sword has been separated from the entity and entered a realm of virtual and real transformation.

He couldn't remember how many times he had practiced, the numbers didn't mean anything to him, and in order not to stop and think about it, he repeated every movement boringly and mechanically, even to the point that it was harsh and unreasonable.

At first, there was the so-called sword momentum in my mind, but later, it was completely an instinctive reaction of the muscles, which was a kind of muscle memory, ten times faster than thinking, without the transmission control of the guò nerves, and every movement seemed to have been imprinted in the muscle cells, more like a conditioned reflex.

He didn't know what Cheng Dù he had practiced, maybe he wasn't practicing swords at all, practicing swords for the sake of swordsmanship, and in order not knowing what swordsmanship was, he subconsciously repeated every action mechanically until he was exhausted.

When his brain was tired and blank, the soreness in his body was nothing, and sleeping in the thugs was the result he needed most.

During the day, he studied the wall, practiced swords at night, and spent I don't know how many days without "days and nights", every day passed, he drew a horizontal on the notepad, and the countless words "Zheng" on the paper were shocking, as if he didn't see it, he just forced himself to record on it, and the rest was meaningless.

He didn't dare to think about what those dense "positive" words represented, anyway, no matter how much it was, it would only increase his troubles. He is already in the third stage of numbness, nothing can interest him, even if God is standing in front of him, he will face it calmly, without a trace of excitement and excitement.

Nowadays, he doesn't need to suggest or hypnosis in his heart at all, there are only two things in his mind, one is the realm wall, and the other is sword practice, eating and sleeping have long become ordinary things like breathing.

"Split ......!"

"Thorn ......!"

"Flirting ......!"

“......”

"Diagonal Split!"

"Flirt!"

He didn't understand what sword intent was, but he understood that sword practice and archery practice were actually the same truth: practice makes perfect.

"Out of the sword......!"

I don't know if it's an illusion or if it's a sword practice, the energy in his body seems to fluctuate, and it slashes out along the wooden sword made of tree branches with the sword momentum.

"Whoa!" the leaves on the big tree shook automatically without wind.

He was slightly stunned, and he didn't even have time to think about it, the second "horizontal slash" followed by the air cut, the air fluctuated in an instant, and the energy in his body turned into a strong air flow on the leaves, and the leaves fell one after another.

Immediately after that, the third momentum "Upper Pick" followed him out in surprise, and it was simply a sword momentum in one go, beyond the control of the brain.

Finding something unusual, he stopped the attack abruptly, and his body shook and fell on the grass, ignoring the power of the sword momentum generated by the emergency stop, and looked at the falling leaves in surprise.

"Sword Qi!"

The energy in his body fluctuated just now, and a stream of energy was transmitted along his arm to the wooden sword, and the sword qi was formed with the sword momentum of the wooden sword, "Yes! It is the energy in the body."

For a long time, I didn't know how to use the energy in my body, and I inadvertently found a breakthrough by myself.

"Sword Cheng, Thorn!" It seems that he can't use the energy in his body correctly, or he can't control the power correctly, and the "Thorn" didn't appear the sword qi just now.

"Come again!"

“......”

"Come again!"