The two swords intersected, Zou Hao only felt as if he was slashed on a steel plate, not only did he not achieve the expected effect, but his arms were also quite sore, Tianxing suddenly raised the bamboo sword, Zou Hao's body flew upside down, fell backwards three or four meters, and finally stood firm.

"The technique is good, but it lacks the most basic strength, and this is the first round. Tianxing commented lightly.

Zou Hao sighed: "I think it's better to stop fighting, boss, none of us are your opponents, and no one can hold on to five moves, I admit defeat, I admit defeat myself, okay?"

"No, how do you know if you don't try it? It just needs you to accumulate experience in this kind of actual combat competition, if because the other party's strength is stronger than you, you yourself will be cowardly first, in case it is a real life-threatening moment, will you also be slaughtered by others?"

Zou Hao didn't know that Tianxing was telling the truth, he just didn't dare to face Tianxing, but since the boss said so, he was embarrassed to blindly retreat, otherwise it would seem that he was bullying the soft and afraid of the hard. Zou Hao shouted angrily, grabbed the bamboo sword with both hands, took a few steps, and slashed horizontally, the momentum was extremely fierce.

Tianxing smiled faintly, the bamboo sword in his hand seemed to be integrated with his arm, flying up and down, unpredictable, making people unable to see the movements clearly, Zou Hao only felt that he was as slow as a snail, banging loudly, and before the rest of the disciples could see it clearly, Zou Hao had already flashed back a few steps, and his chest was still rising and falling violently.

Zou Hao's eyes were full of incredulity, he raised the long sword in his hand, but found that there were three slightly concave marks on it, and these three marks were almost on the same line, so straight that it was almost jaw-dropping.

"This ......" Some well-observed disciples on the side couldn't help but start discussing secretly, and everyone expressed their own opinions.

Zou Hao's strength is actually not weak, the first weight of the mad swordsmanship has been practiced by him to the level of almost the peak, and his talent in swordsmanship is even considered powerful among all the disciples of the four factions, and just now Tianxing's three moves, Zou Hao almost felt that he couldn't see the posture of the other party's shot, and in desperation, he had to subconsciously raise the bamboo sword to resist, and the three swords stabbed by Tianxing between the lightning and flint all hit Zou Hao's sword, and did not cause any damage to his body.

"Yes, I was surprised that I could still stand after three moves. Tianxing glanced at Zou Hao in surprise.

Zou Hao said embarrassedly: "Boss, you still showed mercy to your subordinates, how much strength did you use just now?"

"The first and second moves are thirty percent, and the last one is fifty percent. Tianxing replied without hesitation.

Zou Hao took a deep breath: "I also underestimated the true level of the boss, I know it in my own heart, I'm afraid that I won't be able to survive even if I try my best in the last round, but since the boss has said it, I also have to fight, right? ”

"Sixty percent at most. Tianxing's tone was relaxed, as if he was confident in himself.

Zou Hao roared, his body rose into the air, and he came directly to the hard, he injected all the power into his bamboo sword, and even the high compression of energy made the bones of his whole body crackle, and the blade of the bamboo sword stabbed out a foot of white light, and slashed over with an indomitable momentum.

Tianxing didn't expect that Zou Hao's move was so powerful that he could compress energy to one foot, which was far beyond the strength of his third-level Heavenly Fighter, and he had to have a fifth-level Heavenly Fighter. Tianxing didn't dare to be careless, and a layer of blood-red luster suddenly appeared on his bamboo sword, and it collided with Zou Hao's sword in the same posture.

Ding, with a crisp sound, the five success forces emitted by Tianxing could not directly defeat Zou Hao in a short period of time, in desperation, Tianxing had to add a trace of strength, Zou Hao's white sword light quickly faded like melting snow, and in the collision of energy, it was obviously inferior to the killing element.

Bang bang bang, Zou Hao's figure flew out upside down, this time he no longer had the strength to stand up on his own, he fell ten steps away from Tianxing, the bamboo sword in his hand also flew out, his face was full of pain, and he wanted to struggle to sit up, but he still failed.

"See, Zou Hao tried his best, and finally fought me for four rounds, if any of you approve of yourself to reach this level, hurry up and stand up. Tianxing took a few steps forward, dragged Zou Hao who was lying on the ground up, patted the dust on his body, and said very easily.

"Uh, this ......"

"Forget it, I don't want to be beaten up so early......"

"Zou Hao can't do it, what kind of ...... are we?"

Hearing these people's discussions, Tianxing didn't have a seizure, but said softly: "Since you all have no confidence in yourself, you have to follow the original plan, one by one, and the next one is your turn." As he spoke, he pointed to one of the disciples standing in front of him.

The man had to bite the bullet and get hurt, he took the bamboo sword and bowed deeply: "Please give me more advice." ”

"Come on, stop talking nonsense. Tianxing leaned forward slightly, holding the bamboo sword that had been intact from before.

Bang, bang, bang, this time the two sides fought extremely quickly, in less than two rounds, the disciple was suddenly thrown out, fell to the ground, screamed in pain, the whole body seemed to fall apart, and the pain would tear apart when he moved, it was simply unbearable, Tianxing had a number of moves, and it did not cause substantial damage to these disciples, but only made their ability to resist blows a little.

I think that at the beginning, he fought against Long Xiangyu, Mu Fengsu, Ye Ruyue and Yu Xuanqing alone, and that was the real beating...... It's hard to look back on the past.

It's been a long time since I've had the addiction of beating people, and Tianxing just took this opportunity to cool off, pretending to force this kind of thing he doesn't do it often, but occasionally it's itchy if he doesn't come to the execution, isn't it......

A whole day was spent in the beating of these ninety-six disciples, and their results were exactly the same as expected, they couldn't hold on to five moves, and only Zou Hao alone survived to the fourth round, and everyone else was defeated in the second and third moves, and this data was no different from Tianxing's preliminary judgment.

The courtyard was very large, those disciples were all sore, and they didn't want to stand up, looking at them rolling on the ground, a smile flashed in Tianxing's eyes, but his voice was still cold and emotionless: "That's all for today's training training, see if your level is really that high?" Reflect on yourself, continue the retreat tomorrow morning, and I will come to inspect in ten days." ”

After saying that, he snorted and left, leaving only the disciples who fell to the ground.

Today's exchange is not for nothing, but to improve their most basic physical fitness, cultivation, not only to improve the level of energy, but more importantly, a kind of tempering themselves. The swordsmanship of the Crazy Sword Sect also requires a very high level of physical strength, but Tianxing feels that it needs to be further strengthened.

Tianxing cultivated all night, he didn't care about those mad sword sect disciples, only let them face the pain themselves, but when the next day came, he went out and found that the ninety-six disciples who had fallen to the ground had all disappeared, obviously, they were forced to endure the pain and struggled to crawl back to the room to cultivate. That's good, it seems that the disciples of the Mad Sword Sect are all malleable talents.

As for himself, since he had already set such a long time for retreat training, he must demonstrate by example, Tianxing practiced a few swordsmanship in the courtyard, and gradually became familiar with the second level of mad swordsmanship, and then returned to the room for retreat again. He found that practicing swords is not something that can be done overnight, you have to calm down and practice every day, anyway, now his task is mainly to stabilize the foundation, and then try to improve your strength, don't think about anything else.

The second form of the mad sword technique is much more important and profound than the first, even if there is a small sword spectrum taught by the absolute mad Ling himself, Tianxing is still quite difficult, he preliminarily estimates that it will take at least five years for him to fully comprehend the second level of the mad sword technique. After all, it was the Sword Master's decades of painstaking efforts, so how could it be so easy to practice?

Taking a deep breath, Tianxing continued to enter the state of meditation and cultivation, the recent momentum is good, the realm of the first-level great dou master has basically stabilized, and it is time for Tianxing to consider moving towards the second-level great dou master, he urged the energy in his body, but found that he couldn't find a clue, although the killing elements in his body were constantly accumulating, but he could not find the trick to break through.

In desperation, Tianxing could only wake up after a simple cycle of eighty-eight sixty-four weeks, he was still staying at the first-level Great Dou Master, and there was no progress at all, I don't know why, even if he has been cultivating very hard in the recent period, he has always been unable to do it, I'm afraid this is the difficulty after reaching a certain level......

Since the Five-Star Great Dou Master was already so difficult, Tianxing really couldn't imagine the difficulty of the six-star Heavenly Dou Master, the Seven-Star Demon Soul Master, the Eight-Star Great Demon Soul Master, and the Nine-Star Holy Demon Soul Master...... Maybe that's not what you can imagine now. Nie Hua has been cultivating for three years, and his strength has only increased by one level, which is already considered to be the upper reaches of those three generations of disciples.

Tianxing slowly exhaled turbidity, he planned to calm down first, cultivation may not be something that can be achieved by simple blind diligence, but also requires a kind of comprehension, he stepped off the cultivation couch, stretched out his hand and took out his red sword, and walked into the courtyard to start practicing the second weight.

Running for eight eight or sixty-four weeks, Tianxing preliminarily estimated that about three days had passed, and there was not a single disciple in the courtyard at this moment, he thought, probably because he was afraid of his own might and hid, after all, it was impossible for them all to insist on cultivating for three days, someone must have woken up. Of course, Tianxing didn't plan to think about this, he stood in the center of the courtyard, and after getting rid of distracting thoughts, he began to prepare to practice the sword.