After the battle with Dong Tianzhen, Fang Dong realized that his martial arts cultivation was indeed too bad to deal with a real strong enemy, and if he encountered another Dong Tianzhen, and he didn't want to solve his demon name, I am afraid it would be a big trouble.

"Although the Dragon Gate Eight Absolute Swords are only top-grade, if they can really be practiced to the fullest, it is best to be able to condense the artistic conception, and with the enhanced blessing effect of the empty color ruler and the kiss of the ancient emperor, any demon soldier level demon will have the power to fight." Fang Dong's eyes rolled and he thought of red tears.

When it comes to swordsmanship, Red Tears' swordsmanship realm is definitely a powerful existence beyond the scribe level, in fact, Red Tears has reached the real person level before, and even has a good chance of entering the sage level.

"With the wisdom of red tears, if he is willing to instruct the swordsmanship, he will definitely be able to make me practice the Dragon Gate Eight Absolute Swords twice as effective with half the effort." Fang Dong thought about it, and summoned the red tears.

"What are you looking at me for?" Red Tears' strangely handsome face didn't show a trace of emotion, he just looked at Fang Dong coldly, it seemed that he was very unhappy about being summoned.

"I'm practicing a sword technique, how do you look at my sword technique?" Fang Dong hurriedly practiced the first seven swords of the Dragon Gate Eight Absolute Swords that he had practiced.

"How? How do you see my swordsmanship? Fang Dong was still very satisfied with his cultivation progress, in just these days, he had already mastered the Seven Swords.

"Is this a swordsmanship?" Red Tears said coldly.

Fang Dong was a little speechless, coughed a few times before he spoke: "Isn't my practice right?" So how do you practice? ”

"You're begging me to teach you swordsmanship?" Red Tears looked at Fang Dong expressionlessly, obviously having seen through Fang Dong's thoughts.

"Ahem, Brother Red Tears, your swordsmanship is like a god, just teach the younger brother two tricks, how can you practice this Dragon Gate Eight Absolute Sword well?" Fang Dong is an earthling, he doesn't have the concept of high and low in his heart, and Red Tears' IQ is too high, he can't treat Red Tears as an ordinary pet.

Red Tears looked at Fang Dong with a strange expression, and only after a long time did he speak: "I can only use fast swords, I can't teach you other swordsmanship." ”

Fang Dong was suddenly a little disappointed, he had originally hoped that Red Tears would be able to teach him some shortcuts to sword practice, but now it seemed that there was no hope.

"But no matter what kind of kendo you want, if you want to kill someone, you have to focus on actual combat." Red Tears said, and the right hand holding the hilt of the sword moved, and a sword light had already slashed towards Fang Dong's neck.

Fang Dong was taken aback, and hurriedly summoned the empty color ruler to resist, the empty color ruler was hit by the sword blade, and immediately bounced to the side, the red tear blade slashed against the skin of Fang Dong's neck, leaving a shallow scar on the skin, if it was deeper, Fang Dong's blood vessels would be cut.

"Are you crazy? I was almost killed by you! Fang Dong looked at the red tears and shouted.

Fortunately, he had just obtained the origin power of Dong Naivety, achieved the bones of the ancient emperor with strong recovery power, and had the blood of the ancient emperor who could control the heart, and the injuries on his body healed automatically almost in the blink of an eye.

"The way of swordsmanship, how can you understand it if you haven't experienced real life and death, I have already put the sword speed to the minimum, if you will be killed like this, then you deserve to die." Red tears said, another sword stabbed towards Fang Dong, the fast Fang Dong couldn't see what the sword looked like at all, only to see a flash of red light, the tip of the sword had already reached his chest.

Fang Dong knew that Red Tears' temper would definitely be done when he said it, and he hurriedly held the empty color ruler and unfolded the Dragon Gate Eight Absolute Sword to deal with it, but Red Tears' sword technique was too fast, although it was already many times slower than his usual time, but Fang Dong still couldn't completely block it, and a bloody hole was suddenly pierced in his chest.

Seeing that the wounds on Fang Dong's body healed in the blink of an eye, a look of surprise flashed in his red tearful eyes, and the sword speed quietly sped up by a point.

Fang Dong grew so big, and the suffering he had suffered didn't add up to that much in the spatial rift, and practicing the sword with Red Tears was definitely more painful than in the spatial rift.

The sword of Red Tears leaves no mercy at all, where is this sword practice, it is simply killing, there is almost no place on his body that the sword of Red Tears has not pierced, if it weren't for the fact that he had just achieved the bones of the ancient emperor, and the recovery ability of the flesh was extremely strong, he would have been killed by Red Tears many times.

Although these injuries were nothing to Fang Dong, that kind of pain was simply a thousand cuts, but this pain was not something that ordinary people could endure.

If he were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have already summoned Red Tears back to the Void Realm, but Fang Dong was also a stubborn temper in his bones, he knew that Red Tears had already slowed down the sword speed, but even so, he couldn't even block Red Tears with a sword, which made him feel very faceless.

"No matter what, I'm going to block the sword of Red Tears, as long as I block the sword beautifully." With this thought, Fang Dong took more than a thousand swords, but he couldn't stop even a single sword.

Even if Fang Dong blessed the Ancient Emperor's Kiss for his body, the result was still the same, and he couldn't stop the sword of Red Tears at all.

Now Fang Dong really wished that he could have the Demon Bee Eye of the Ten Thousand Flower Swordsman, so that he could see the fast sword of red tears clearly.

"Swordsmanship duel, it's not the sword that you look at, but the opponent's body movement trajectory, no matter how the swordsmanship changes, it can't go beyond the movement law of the body, and you can't even see through this, your thousand two hundred and thirteen swords are in vain." After Red Tears pierced Fang Dong's arm with a sword again, he said in a cold voice.

"How could I not know, but my combat experience is too little, and your body is too fast, I will judge that it is too late." Fang Dong was depressed in his heart, the few vicious battles he had experienced before were basically based on wisdom warfare, like this kind of battle that relied purely on skill and strength, he really hadn't experienced it, and the experience was too lacking.

"If you are injured a lot, you will naturally be able to react, but if you can't react, it can only mean that you have not been injured enough, and you have not yet formed a physical memory." Red Tears took out the sword again with an expressionless face, the sword light flashed again, and there was another sword mark on Fang Dong's body.

Fang Dong couldn't remember how many swords he had been stabbed by Red Tears, if he hadn't held his breath in his heart, or wanted to block Red Tears' sword, he wouldn't have wanted to practice this bullshit swordsmanship for a long time.

It's a pity that until Qingyang was about to come out, Fang Dong was not able to really block the sword of red tears.

"That's it, send me back to the Void." In the end, it was Red Tears who took the initiative to stop and asked Fang Dong to send him back to the Void Realm.

Fang Dong was lying on the ground with some prostration, each sword of the red tears was like a nirvana to him, and he needed to concentrate 100% on all his mental response, so that he had been on the verge of the limit both physically and mentally, and now he was relaxed, only to feel that the whole person was paralyzed, and he didn't even want to move his fingers again.