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Later, Shi Kong's body did not move, the iron sword in his hand was slightly raised, and the whole person froze in place, as if petrified.

One second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes......

Recite!

Ten minutes passed, in the guest room, there was a faint sound of sword groaning, as if from a dream, hazy, almost inaudible, however, only three seconds later, this sword groan rose high, if the eagle spread its wings, across the nine days, the roar that disappeared before suddenly sounded with a more magnificent momentum than before, and the source of the sound was in Shi Kong's hands.

The iron sword trembled, the metal sound was sonorous, giving birth to a thunderous sword groan, the black sword body became brighter and brighter, and seemed to gather the light of the entire guest room.

The sound of the sword groaning sounded for half an hour, and the crystal sweat slowly oozed from Shi Kong's forehead, such an uninterrupted subtle adjustment was a great test for the martial artist's physical element, and it was also a huge mental consumption.

However, as time went by, Shi Kong's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if there were two electric lights brewing in them, and the whole person slowly exuded an oppressive aura, and the air in the entire guest room seemed to begin to stagnate.

At this moment, Shikong fell into an inexplicable illusion, he vaguely saw a burning forge, there was a hammer sound, as if containing a strange rhythm, hammer after hammer, each hammer fell, there was the sound of gold and iron, in the haze, you can see sparks splashing, brilliant as fireworks.

I don't know how long it took, when the divine light in Shi Kong's eyes condensed to the peak, more dazzling than the light in this guest room, this long-brewing sword finally stabbed out.

Thundered!

This sword is not fast, but it is not slow, it actually gave birth to a dull thunder sound, and the light in the entire room became dim in an instant, leaving a large shadow where the iron sword passed, as if a black cloud was pressing on the top, and there was a thunder and lightning snake swallowing.

Boom!

With a loud bang, Shi Kong put away his sword and stood, and then looked ahead, on the titanium wall of the guest room, a terrifying sword mark several feet long and half a foot deep was left behind.

Standing still, staring at the slowly healing sword marks on the wall, Shi Kong closed his eyes, constantly realizing the state of the sword that had just come out, grasping the charm contained in the sword style, and carving it into the depths of his soul.

This time, a full three hours had passed, and Shi Kong Fang opened his eyes, his face full of exhaustion, but his eyes were bright, revealing irrepressible excitement.

"This is the correct understanding of the first style of thunder swordsmanship, the so-called thunder, what is sought is not the speed of the sword faster than the lightning, but the dark clouds, the momentum before the thunderstorm comes, integrate it into the sword, a sword is out, the black clouds cover the top, and the thunder sound calms the soul!"

At this point, Shi Kong finally comprehended and initially mastered the first form of the family inheritance thunder sword technique, thunder!

This is his father Yu standing at the top of the martial arts, a collection of hundreds of swordsmanship, painstakingly created by solitary solitude, although not to say beyond the wisdom of the ancients, than the Tai Chi and other kendo to a higher level, but it is the most suitable for the current life evolution of the road, for the grasp of the human body, can be regarded as three points.

Carefully sensing the sword power contained in the thunder just now, a divine light appeared in Shi Kong's eyes: " The spirit is too concentrated, but it can be vaguely judged that this sword twists the power of my whole body into a force, and the destructive power contained in it is about 1600 kilograms, and there are less than three days, for the mastery of the first type, it should be possible to go further, and the sword power can also be slightly improved, although Nie Yuan created his own stick method, but only surpassed the limit once limited to his own life level, even if it is used, the strength has increased, and I believe that the gap is about 100 kilograms. ”

For a martial artist at the extreme martial artist level, a hundred kilograms is not an absolute difference, and there are still many conditions that determine victory or defeat.

Without immediately starting to practice again, Shi Kong meditated and condensed his qi, recovering the spirit of the extreme sword style consumption before, and simply considered the military base thoroughly, knowing that he was mostly going to cultivate, and there was a transmission window for drinking water and food, Shi Kong ate half of the food sent and stopped, as long as he supplemented enough nutrients, eating again is a burden on the human digestive function, which in turn will affect the blood supply to the brain, and it is a burden for the condensation of essence and spirit.

At this moment, it was already 5 o'clock in the morning, Shi Kong sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to close his eyes and recuperate, no matter how strong his body was, he could not practice day and night.

Soon, two hours passed.

At seven o'clock, Shi Kong opened his eyes again, at this moment his face was ruddy, his eyes were as bright as a mirror, and his spirit and energy were restored for a short time, and he had completely returned to the peak, which was the benefit of the near-extreme physique.

After waking up, Shi Kong's face quickly became strange, he opened the placket on his chest, only to see that on the skin of his left chest, the mark the size of a dragon's eye, blue like a full moon began to heat up, and he vaguely sensed a summoning thought.

After a long time, Shikong began to try to hook with spirit, in an instant, the world in front of him became blurred, there was no time to react, only for a moment, when the line of sight was restored, into the eye, it was a familiar primitive village, distant mountains and mountains, misty clouds, vicissitudes of ancient breath coming, overhead, blue sky, bright sunshine, sprinkled with ten thousand points of golden light.

Is it a dream?

Shi Kong shook his head, this is definitely not a dream, there are thousands of things in the world that are difficult to explain, just like the present, all kinds of super ancient ruins were born, and all kinds of mysteries are difficult to explain at all, they are all great secrets left by endless years.

Walking into the village, you can see the figures walking around, they look like some simple villagers, dressed in coarse linen clothes, some carrying wooden barrels, the barrels are full of change of clothes, some are pushing the plow cart, the wheels of the car are dotted with dirt, obviously just returned from the field, the village is full of green smoke, there are the calls of adults sound, on the village road, some children playing suddenly hula scattered, running towards their respective homes, it is time to cook.

In my memory, the old blacksmith's shop is at the entrance of the village, approached, there is no deafening sound of iron, the heat wave at the entrance of the shop is rolling, come to the door, into the eye, is the old blacksmith on the rattan chair gently swaying figure, still naked and strong, on the right hand side is a hanging hookah, the old man breathes calmly, there is a slight snoring sound one after another, and does not wake up because of the approach of the stone sky.

Frowning slightly, although Shi Kong had countless questions, he also held back at this time, he walked into the shop and sat down not far from the forging furnace, the three-foot iron hammer he used before was lying quietly in the corner, a large pile of primitive pig iron ore was scattered around the anvil, in the forging furnace, the blue flame was beating, and there was no intention of extinguishing it.

One stick of incense passed, two sticks of incense passed, and after another half an hour, the noon sun began to set westward, and the shadow of the rattan chair slowly lengthened, and the old blacksmith stretched a big lazy waist and woke up with a yawn.

"Old man. Ishiku got up.

"Oh, here, that pile of pig iron, smelt the impurities out of it, with that hammer. The old blacksmith glanced at Shi Kong, then pointed to the anvil, and then to the other hammer in the corner, next to the one he had used, and another hammer that was a little bigger.

"Senpai!"

Shi Kong said in a deep voice, he has too many questions, and he doesn't want to live in such a daze, although in his guess, the old blacksmith is afraid that he is not an ordinary person, and the reason why he can be reborn is also inseparable from the old blacksmith's teaching, and the changes brought to him by that hammer are far beyond his imagination.

"You only have ten hours. ”

The old blacksmith said lightly, and did not pay attention to him, but lit the hookah, and lay down on the rattan chair, and swallowed the clouds and smoke.

Shi Kong's eyes were sluggish, and then only helplessness remained, the old blacksmith's temper, he had already seen it for the first time, and now that it was like this, wasn't he uncomfortable?

This time, when he entered the so-called Ancient God Domain again, the cold and stiff voice did not appear again, but Shi Kong had a feeling that the time he could stay here was almost, ten hours.

For this world, now, the only thing he can be sure of is that this is definitely not an illusion, and his body has been truly improved.

At the moment, since the old blacksmith refused to speak, Shi Kong gritted his teeth and walked out of the blacksmith shop, he didn't believe that no one else in the village was willing to tell him the truth except the old blacksmith.

On the dirt road in the middle of the village.

Walking out of the blacksmith shop, not far away, there was a woman carrying a linen apron, chasing a naughty boy, the woman's figure was slightly fat, her eyebrows were raised, and she waved a rolling pin, and the naughty boy turned around and grimaced in front of her, and ran obediently home.

"Auntie!"

Shi Kong's eyes lit up, and he took a few steps forward to stop in front of him, and said, "I want to ask ......."

Before he could finish speaking, the woman slammed into him, as if she had not seen him.

Shi Kong was startled, flashed to the side, and subconsciously reached out to grab the woman's arm, and in the next moment, he was stunned, his muscles and muscles were tense, and his back was cold.

"How is that possible?"

He muttered to himself like a cellar of ice, and just now his hand passed through the woman's body.

No way!

Shi Kong's fists clenched, and he stepped forward to stop an old farmer returning home with a hoe, and the old farmer also greeted the woman, looking at the ghostly naughty boy, whose dark face was covered with dense folds that bloomed like flowers. (The new book rushed to the list in the early morning, I ask you to recommend votes from the Emperor of the Terran Race, please collect!)