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It's been four years, since the initial growth of his muscles and bones four years ago, from the urban area to the former residence of the Gao family, in the past four years, Shikong has been cultivating hard, and he doesn't dare to relax at all, because he doesn't know how many people around him can support until one day.

He will always remember that cold night, in front of that quaint and twisted corridor, there is no end in sight, only the earth stained red with blood, that day, that day is the day when his mother broke the limits of the human body, that day, it is his tenth birthday, and it is also that day, white hair and three feet of tears.

From that moment on, there was only one thought left in his life.

Find him!

Now, although he still has not broken the limit of the human body, he has a body that is comparable to that of an extreme martial artist, even if it is the Nine Nether Hell, even if he dies for a lifetime, he is qualified to give it a try.

Call!

With a light breath, Shi Kong stepped out of the pool, and then, his gaze stared at the place a few meters ahead.

This is an iron sword more than four feet long, the tip of the sword is three inches into the ground, the whole body is as black as ink, with a cold metallic luster, this sword is three fingers wide, the hilt and the sword body are one, the sword is only four fingers wide, the blade has no edge, standing in front at this moment, vaguely, Shikong gave birth to an illusion, as if standing in front of it is not an ordinary long sword, but a new hundred years of mountain peaks, fresh and majestic qi rushing to the face.

The look is solemn, Shikong draws his sword, the sword body roars lightly, and suddenly has a sense of flesh and blood, which is extremely rare, Shikong only sees a few words in some of the works of the ancients, all of them are sword casting masters who have worked hard, which lasted several years or even decades to explore the terrain, and then led to the fire of the earth and the mountains, and the painstaking solitary fang was forged, all of which are enough to pass on the divine soldiers, even if they are mature alloy utensils today, they are inferior, this is the wisdom of the ancients.

Good sword!

Shi Kong sighed in his heart, he had never thought that simple pig iron could forge such a sword, and it was from the hands of a novice like him, he felt more and more that the old blacksmith was unusual, or unfathomable.

"The sword is four feet three inches long, three fingers wide, four fingers long, no edge, and weighs about one hundred and eight kilograms. ”

A different color flashed in his eyes, this is equivalent to superimposing the weight of ten pieces of pig iron, Shi Kong estimates, if he is changed to his previous self, relying on the strength of his wrist alone, he can't perform a complete move at all, and the inertia alone is difficult to contain, and now although it still looks a little heavy, but the wrist rotation is easy, compared to the hammer that danced before, it is much better.

As soon as his mind moved, the stone sky shook the sword, a loud sword roared, the iron sword pierced through the air, like a black lightning, the air was like a cracked silk, and a long opening was opened, and the cold sword wind rushed out, and the ground a few meters away suddenly exploded a hole the size of a human head.

Bayonet style!

One of the eighteen foundational sword styles of the Thundering Sword Technique, the stone sky at this moment finally has a sense of meaning to point to the arm, and the feeling of mixing the elements is wishful, and all the obstacles that I felt in the past sword practice have all disappeared.

"No, the simple improvement of the body element will not deepen the perception of swordsmanship, and even because of the skyrocketing strength, it will produce the illusion that it is difficult to control. Shi Kong quickly reacted, and his eyes lit up when he contacted the previous ones, "It's that hammer!"

Looking at the blacksmith shop not far away, the green smoke disappeared, it was silent, only in the depths of the village, I could faintly see the figure of the figure rising and falling, the morning sun had risen on the horizon, and it was not far from noon.

However, before Shikong could take a step, the voice that had been silent for a long time sounded again in his mind.

"Twelve hours have expired, and the host has left the Ancient God Domain. ”

......

When I woke up again, the familiar smell of decay poured into my nose again.

At a glance out of the corner of his eye, Shi Kong saw a burly figure carrying a cyan alloy daku, flashing away at a fork in front of him.

Is it a dream? No!

Feeling the power of the flesh and muscles, Shi Kong's eyes were completely clear, he jumped up, raised his hand, and a sword of iron was black, three fingers wide, four feet three inches long, and weighed one hundred and eight kilograms.

Shi Hollow felt something, he pulled open the martial robe on his chest, and the bronze star pendant disappeared impressively, only on the originally blank body on his chest, there was an extra cyan mark the size of a dragon's eye, round as a full moon.

Frowning slightly, Shi Kong looked at the corpse of the dragon ghost beside him again, the black plasma flowed, he couldn't help but gasp, the blood was separated from the body, and it would usually coagulate within a few minutes, not to mention such a low temperature in the ancient dragon cave.

"Time, stopped. ”

Shi Kong muttered, the hand holding the sword trembled a little, the shock in his heart was indescribable, he tried to communicate the cyan full moon mark on his chest, there was no reaction, only a wisp of invisible thoughts were generated in his mind, not words, not sounds, just an inexplicable comprehension, the ancient god domain, can only be entered once a day.

......

Deep in the Ancient Dragon Cave.

This is an ancient cave, only tens of meters in a square circle, full of dense stalagmites of different sizes, occasionally some bare stones, washed by the groundwater, revealing small pieces of delicate oily, white as mutton fat facets, are extinct in the 22nd century and no longer produced, very collectible mutton fat seed jade.

Among these many stalagmites, a translucent stone is as big as a human head, shaped like an egg egg, and the stone skin is different from other stones, crystal white and faintly reveals a faint jade luster. Through the stone skin, you can see a drop of blood the size of a fingernail, the whole body is red, as bright as a blood diamond, emitting a faint glow.

The ancient cave does not know how long it has been buried, and the stalagmites linger like smoke and fog.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly, this long time that had been floating in the cave sky, and the still fog fluctuated violently.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, and the sound of gold and iron resonating was sharp, as if it could penetrate the golden cracked stone.

Call!

The next moment, a dark cyan shadow tore through layers of mist like a cannonball, hitting a stalagmite, leaving a large area of jet-black blood plasma, it was a hideous dragon ghost, but the solid dark cyan scale armor on his chest was broken, which was a knife mark several feet long and deep to the bone.

The dragon ghost struggled for only a few moments, and then there was no more sound, and along the torn smoke, a middle-aged man dressed in ink-colored crocodile leather armor and holding an alloy broadsword was full of anger, and next to him, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was followed with a wary face.

As soon as they stepped into the cave, the father and son stared at the translucent stone shaped like an egg, and when they saw the drop of blood wrapped in the stone skin, their breath became stagnant.

"Dad, is it really a dragon egg? Then, that's dragon blood!"

Qiu Tu's breathing became short, his eyes lit up, revealing an unprecedented desire, even if it was just a drop of dragon blood, but what is a dragon, judging from the many fossils unearthed throughout the ages, the dragon represents strength and speed, in terms of the theory of qi and blood in traditional Chinese medicine, this is hundreds of thousands of times more abundant than the vitality in the tiger's blood. Ganoderma lucidum and other things that greatly replenish vitality, if you get this drop of dragon blood, swallow and absorb it, you will definitely be reborn, and then practice martial arts, not to mention rapid progress, breaking the limits of the human body is also idle.

"Yes, the stone pattern is right, it is a dragon egg fossil from the Mesozoic Era. Qiu Ming took a deep breath, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes, "Your uncle didn't die, but after all, it fell into the hands of my father and son, with this drop of dragon blood, I am confident that I can break through the third limit of the human body within a year and give birth to the ancient internal force, at that time, I will be the thirteenth great martial artist in the history of human evolution!

"Ambitious!"

Without the slightest warning, a contemptuous laughter sounded, accompanied by a cold wind pressure, the fog above the cave sky was completely split into two, revealing a cyan alloy daku, and the cold light of the axe blade was clear, setting off a tangible pale wave of qi at this moment, enveloping the space of Qiu Ming's father and son in a radius of several meters.

"It's you!"

Qiu Ming was shocked, the alloy knife was unsheathed in a hurry, he stepped on the shock position, and the blade of the knife rotated, like a predator turned over, setting off waves in the sky. This is the crocodile turnover, the third type of the crocodile knife nine styles, the best at unloading the force.

Syllable!

The blades intersected, and there was a thunderous sound, a gust of wind was raised, and the comer turned over and stood a few meters away from the air, while Qiu Ming snorted, and the ground under his feet clicked open the dense cracks like cobwebs, only to see that his face was blue and white, and finally red, and he took three steps back before he could barely stand still.

His face was extremely ugly, Qiu Ming stared at the burly middle-aged figure in front of him, his eyes swept over the cyan alloy big man, and said in a cold voice: "Thousands of calculations, I still can't get rid of you!" Han Qing, as the chairman of the Martial Arts Association, illegally stalking others, don't you know that you have violated the law, and if you knowingly commit it, you will be guilty of one more degree!"

"Joke, as the vice chairman of the Martial Arts Association, you need to report when you enter the second-level and above super ancient ruins, don't you know? You have violated the regulations, I have reason to suspect that your father and son have bad intentions and motives to betray the interests of the country!" Han Qing sneered, unmoved, he was burly, with a strong physique, standing there, there was a compelling pressure.

"You!" Qiu Ming's eyes flashed, this was the worst outcome, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and said in a deep voice, "Say, what do you want, don't say anything confiscation, you and I know very well, the harvest in the super ancient ruins belongs to the individual, and private property is sacrosanct." ”

"It's simple. Han Qing said lightly, "Bacheng, give me the eight-deal, you and I have all the previous things, and we will write them off." (Rush to the new book list, ask for recommendation votes, ask for collections, the emperors of the human race, recover!)