Oppress!

Oppress!

Oppression from darkness and space!

In such a small room full of dead silence and darkness, this silence almost suffocates the soul.

In the first three days, with Wang Ting's strong mental quality and spiritual strength, he supported the past, but on the fourth day, the silence without any sound, the darkness without any light, finally broke through his state of mind like an ancient well without waves, making his heart gradually ripple and lose his previous peace.

And on the fifth day, his inner patience for this silence and darkness seemed to have reached a limit, and a voice kept torturing him in his spiritual world......

Why bother!?why bother!!

If you want to break through your cultivation, why torture yourself in this way?

If you want to make another breakthrough, you can take other ways to buy natural treasures and strengthen your body's qi and blood.

I want to be superb in swordsmanship, constantly compare swords with others, pursue breakthroughs in swordsmanship, and improve my understanding of swordsmanship again.

Even, in his heart, there was a other thought.

Why!

It has only been less than half a year since he came to this world, and it has been less than half a year since he came into contact with this body, and the total time for cultivation is half a year, half a year, is it necessary for him to accept the challenge of being the first swordsman of Taixuan, Lie Dongyang, who has been cultivating for twenty-three years?

He could have left the royal capital directly, leaving the royal capital unconsciously, and after a few years, after cultivating to the peak realm of the Great Swordsman, he would return again, and at that time Lie Dongyang would definitely not be his opponent.

The inexplicable irritability, the inexplicable competition, filled his heart, and his heart began to be full of boredom and rejection of this battle.

Fortunately, as a strong man who cultivated the swordsmanship realm to the peak in his previous life, he has his own persistence and his own bottom line, even though endless thoughts appear in his mind, he always adheres to his own heart, and forcibly expels all the negative emotions in his heart with strong ideas.

10 days of retreat!

In these ten days, the spirit broke through and broke the shackles of a sixth-order spiritual ability to a seventh-order spiritual ability!

The clock is still ticking.

Before you know it, it is already the sixth day of the royal court's self-confinement.

Six days!

Every day is as long as a century.

At this time, the persistence in his mind had gradually been distorted by him.

Other thoughts, thoughts gradually departed from him, and all he thought about in his heart was the most primitive point -- ten days!

No matter the cause, no matter the process, no matter the means!

Ten days!

Hold on for ten days!

Even, why did he insist on the original intention of ten days, but he gradually forgot it, what he remembered, only ten days of persistence, persisted for ten days, regardless of the result, to maintain this most basic belief.

"Thirty-six thousand one hundred sixty-one, thirty-six thousand one hundred sixty-two, thirty-six thousand one hundred sixty-three, thirty-six thousand six hundred sixty-four...... No, no, the number must be wrong, I have already counted to sixty-thousand, it is sixty-six thousand six hundred and sixty-four...... Time couldn't have passed so slowly, I clearly felt like a long time had passed, ten days, ten days had already arrived, or maybe I hadn't stayed for more than ten days at all, I had been there for half a month, twenty days, a month, or even longer...... I seem to have been here for a long time and I can go out......"

In the dark and narrow room, Wang Ting kept talking to himself.

At this time, there was still the slightest calm like water on his body, his hair was shrouded in the top of his head like weeds, his lips were chapped, as if he had lost serious blood, and his face was as if he had been whitewashed again, full of miserable whiteness, and his pupils were full of blood-red pupils, showing his spiritual outlook, with a kind of suppressed tyranny and suppressed madness, which made his whole person on the verge of a mental breakdown. ...,

"Six days, six days, only six days have passed, I remember only six days, I want to keep going, no matter what, I'm going to keep going, hold on for ten days!"

"No, it's been seven days, it's been seven days, it's been seven days, maybe longer, there is no reference here at all, the warrior's perception of the sunrise and moon setting breath in the outside world will always be wrong, the warrior is not a god, if it was a god, I wouldn't be here, wrong, I must have been wrong, ten days, ten days have arrived. ”

"No! You have to admit that it's not ten days yet! It's only the sixth day, and there's still four days to go! You've been holding out for six days, can't you even hold on to the last four days?"

"One, one! Ten days, definitely more than ten days! I can get out!"

"No, no, no, I can't go out, my goal is to be the best in the world, to become the best swordsman in the world, ten days, ten days can make me bow down and admit defeat? This is impossible!"

"Bastard! Fart, I'm going out!"

Wang Ting's mouth let out a burst of mentally disordered roars, and at first he was still suppressing his voice, but as time passed, the calmness had completely dissipated from his body, and what he had in him was only tyranny, a tyranny that completely made his spirit out of control!

"Get out, get out, I'm going out! It's ten days coming, I'm going out!"

Suddenly, a roar came out of his mouth, and the whole person could no longer control his body, and suddenly rushed out of this small room, banged heavily on the door in front of him, and shouted frantically: "Open the door! Open the door, I want to get out, I want to go out!"

"Bump, bump, bump!"

The violent sound suddenly woke up Yin Xue, who was guarding the door.

Just when Yin Xue wanted to open the door to see what was going on, Wang Ting in the room suddenly woke up again: "No, it's not here, the time for ten days hasn't arrived! I can't go out, I can't go out, seal the door, seal the door!"

"Mentor. ”

Listening to the voice in the room that was in a state of mental collapse, a trace of sorrow flashed in Yin Xue's eyes, which were hidden under the silver mask.

And......

A hint of hatred!

Hatred for the people who have made it all happen!

But thinking of the various miracles of the Heavenly Demon Quenching Divine Technique, as well as the kind of cautious explanation that Wang Ting gave when he entered this room, this kind of sorrow only appeared in her eyes for a moment after all, and the next moment, her face had been replaced by coldness, and the person came to the outside of the courtyard, and commanded a guard outside who seemed to have heard some noise: "I want an iron door, a solid iron door, the stronger the better, at least it must be able to withstand the impact of the strength of the peak strong man of the Great Swordsman." ”

"Iron Gate?"

The guard was stunned, thinking of the deacon's order, and immediately nodded: "Please Miss Yin wait." ”

Less than half an hour after the guard left, he had already returned again, but when he returned, two people walked in carrying a solid iron door weighing more than 100 kilograms.

"Miss Yin, this is the iron gate you want, this iron gate, let alone resist the attacks of the peak powerhouses of the great swordsman, even if it is a master of swordsmanship, it may not be able to break it. ”

Yin Xue nodded, and under the somewhat frightened gaze of the two formal swordsmen, she directly lifted the iron door alone, came to the front of the room, and slammed it on the ground, and the stone chips flew all over the place, blocking all the positions where the wooden door was.

"Miss Yin, we ......"

"Go down. ”

"Yes. ”

The two guards answered, and stepped back again.

I have to say that the iron door prepared by Yin Xue is very wise.

Wang Ting, who was sometimes calm and sometimes crazy, had just stopped for less than an hour, and immediately smashed the door hysterically, and each time it became more and more fierce, the time to recover from that madness was also longer and longer, many times, the madness lasted for more than an hour, but the calmness could only last less than ten minutes. ...,

By the evening of the sixth day, his mental condition seemed to have completely collapsed, and he no longer controlled the force in his hand at all, and directly smashed the wooden door to smithereens, and the huge force further impacted the iron door outside the wooden door, directly causing the iron door to vibrate violently.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Constant vibrations came from the iron gate, but in the face of Yin Xue's power that was far above the level of a sword master, no matter how Wang Ting attacked the iron gate, he was never able to shake this iron gate in the slightest.

In this process, Yin Xue's face under the silver mask has always been full of indifference and coldness, as if she is completely doing something irrelevant, completely ignoring the madness and roar of the royal court, and the coldness is terrifying!

The violent sound spread in this separate courtyard, accompanied by a kind of heart-stopping hysteria, that kind of madness and tragedy, so that the guests who lived in the nearby courtyard moved out one after another, and they no longer dared to stay in the vicinity for half a minute, and stayed under this kind of scream for a long time, and they would definitely be accompanied by nightmares every night.

The crazy banging lasted all night!

Throughout the night, for more than eight hours, the violent pounding and beating did not stop, knocking with the hands, hitting the body, smashing with the head, accompanied by the terrible roar like that of a beast, and all of them were shocked and terrified by the potential of humanity when it was cornered.

But as the time passed on the seventh day, the sound of percussion gradually faded.

By the afternoon of the seventh day, the percussion had almost completely disappeared, and this situation did not change in the slightest until the morning of the eighth day.

Calm!

Compared to last night, this night has a suffocating calm.

In that suffocating environment, all night, the swordsmen and warriors who watched this courtyard did not dare to take a breath, for fear that the terrifying scene of last night would come again.

But......

No!

Nothing changed in the room throughout the night!

There was no sound in the room.

It seems that the owner of the room that shocked the entire small courtyard a few days ago has evaporated from the world at this moment, and no longer exists in this world.

For a moment, all the swordsmen who were watching this courtyard couldn't help but have a terrifying guess in their minds at the same time......

Could it be ......

The royal court in retreat in the room......

He's dead!?

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