The heart was beating violently, but the spirit was clear and quiet like never before.

This is the first time she has successfully entered a state of courage in actual combat.

The so-called sword qi, refining qi (groove), momentum, fighting qi, and qi blade, in the final analysis, all refer to the same thing, and they are also the absolute core of the cultivation life of the Taidao envoys.

Master Amos had told her that her sword aura was extraordinary.

It's colder, sharper, more destructive, but it's also harder to control.

The "Red Blade Mania" back then was the negative effect of affecting sanity when Qi refining reached its peak.

Later, through long-term practice, he improved his concentration, strengthened his control, and was infected with the "weight-bearing training" of the dragon disease, and finally controlled the problem of the Red Blade Mania.

But it's just control, not a complete solution.

When the momentum (Qi Refining Tank) was condensed to the peak, she would still have the fanatical impulse to be desperate and slash wildly in her heart.

It's just that this impulse is firmly suppressed by reason, and it does not affect action and judgment.

But the moment you really enter the state of courage, everything seems to be different.

Gordon had told her that a state of courage meant absolute control, and that the mental, physical, and even ethereal momentum and energy would be completely under control.

She couldn't understand the feeling, but now, she did.

The sword qi was still as cold as a blizzard, but it no longer had the feeling of being out of control and affecting emotions, but became like a body, like an arm, and it was taken for granted.

The pale blue air blade that had never appeared before appeared on the blade of the Night Knife [Moon Shadow]. (Courage Tempering Gauge)

However, as that chilling sword qi continued to be injected, the blue qi blade disintegrated, and in its place, a dazzling scarlet color.

It is very similar to the red blade when its momentum reached its peak in the past, but it is more controllable and stable, as if it has turned from a fierce churning of water vapor to hard ice.

A flash of doubt flashed through Hayata's heart.

Since Gordon perfected and created the "Courage Style", there are not a few Taidao envoys who practice this path among the hunters of the Dragon Academy, and there are also many people who have achieved success.

They did mention that upon entering the state of courage, the air blade would become calm and solid, turning into a stable "pale blue".

Why did you get red here?

It should be fine, huh.

"Whoa——!

The Pavilion Mantis, which had been chased by Gordon and slashed several times, let out a shriek of exasperation.

The knife arm swung continuously, forcing Gordon back for a while, and the thick abdominal segment flung forward, and several large semi-condensed sticky threads shrouded the hunters in front of him in a fan-shape.

Gordon immediately slid to dodge, this kind of attack is generally not very powerful, but if it is touched, it will be firmly entangled in the thread, which is very dangerous.

Just as he was about to advance forward and continue to attack, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse that Hayatta did not choose to retreat, but swung his sword towards the line group.

How can such a semi-liquid attack be split with a sword?! The blade will stick!

Gordon opened his mouth to be reminded.

Anhill stopped to cover the shot, and the wandering pandan also took out the fruit, and Meowth screamed and wanted to rush over to help.

However, with a flash of crimson swords, the large mass of viscous thread that flew in front of Hayatta was simply cut in half.

“.”

At the same time that the heart of the mention was put down, Gordon couldn't help but "tsk" twice.

It may be an exaggeration to describe this, but at that moment, he seemed to see some shadows from Hayatta as Master Fuxian cut through the breath of the Thunder Dragon.

"What's that?"

Gordon, relieved, asked loudly as he continued his attack.

He was genuinely curious.

Staying together every day, he knows all too well what Hayata's strength is.

She could indeed do it with an air blade to split such a viscous ball of thread with a sword, but it seemed impossible to say that it was so neat that the armor and the blade of the sword were not sticky at all.

"Courage!" Hayatta replied briefly.

"I see." Gordon hey.

The courage style he created on the basis of his predecessors has become one of the most popular hunting styles among the hunters of the Dragon Calendar Academy, and it is only natural that the companions of the silver border are also following this path.

Anhill, who has a calm personality, is the fastest to get started, and he told him the key points of "courage", this guy figured it out after pondering and practicing it for a while, and he laid the foundation of the courage style heavy crossbow.

Feng Ying's progress is fast, this guy's personality is spurring, and he is brave enough, but he has never been able to take the step of completely calming down and refining his courage, and the courage shield axe is still as unattainable as a mirror.

As for Hayata, he had expected Hayatta to progress quickly in his courageous style.

After all, the many practices and efforts she made to solve the problem of "Red Blade Mania" coincided greatly with the refinement of courage.

Unexpectedly, more than half a year has passed, and she has finally crossed this last hurdle.

Thankfully, it's not too late.

"Suppress it in one go!"

While Silverside and the Pavilion Mantis were fighting fiercely, the elite hunters led by Chairman Jerro finally arrived near the mill.

The smoke from the fire in the middle of the road was billowing from the air, and the pungent smell of gunpowder and sulfur in the air choked people's tears.

Jerro looked up.

After chasing after the dragon ship, the mysterious ancient dragon that had been flying around the pillar of smoke for a long time spewed out the last breath of blazing dragon flame, and finally felt a little impatient.

Seduced by the aroma of food, it finally gave up on its slippery opponent who had never really attacked itself, and lowered its head to focus on the mill.

There's food buried down there, a lot of food.

Flying for a long time with such a large body consumes a lot of energy, and coupled with the continuous spitting of oil and inflammation, it has long been hungry.

After letting out a menacing roar at the coiled and climbing dragon ship, the mysterious ancient dragon waved its wings and slowly lowered its altitude.

It couldn't dive, and with its size, the only result of its wings closing and diving was to crash headlong into the ground like a giant meteorite.

The blue-black ancient dragon's wing membranes were as tattered as rotten cloth and full of holes, but its wings were wide enough that the wind unleashed made the hunters below unsteady.

This is almost beyond the scope of the so-called "wind pressure", not to mention freedom of movement, the only thing the hunters can do is to lie on the ground and hold firmly on the grass to prevent themselves from being blown out by the strong wind.

"It's coming down!" A hunter yelled.

Everyone knew this, and he was just venting his fears.

"Steady, hide!" Probably because of the size of the dwarf pier and the sledgehammer behind his back, President Zheluo lay down quite steadily, "When that guy lands, don't rush to get up and attack."

It should be here for a big meal, and how can you not let the guests have a good meal when you come all the way to Metabetat? ”

"Hahahaha!" Asa took the lead in laughing, "Make it delicious!" Eat more! ”

The hunters laughed along, and the laughter grew louder and louder, even though President Jerro's joke was not very funny, even if everyone wanted to cry more than laughing at this time.

But anyone with a modicum of experience knows that this is the best way to relieve fear and tension.

"What the hell are you meowing at?!" A pork chop pokes its head out of the ground.

"Have you served the condiments in the meal to the guests?" The old hunter asked loudly.

The pig chop scratched his ears and followed this metaphor: "Meow is good, and the guest will have diarrhea in half an hour." ”

"That's good, diarrhea, hahahaha!"

(End of chapter)