The way of sword movement and blood refining of [Trapping Thirteen Swords] is a bit of the shadow of Taoist kung fu in it.

Whether it is a hundred and eight style of qi and blood handling and tempering.

Or see God thinking according to my exercises.

The first three layers of this basic exercise practiced by Yue Wu's own soldiers are mainly to strengthen qi and blood and polish the physique, because there are not so many bells and whistles in the battlefield fighting, and you have a physique like a floating tower, which is enough to help you deal with most scenes in the chaos of the battlefield.

And what about the intractable scenes?

More than a dozen people hold you down with long weapons, three or four martial arts masters of the same level hold you back, a team of archers rhythmically block you, heavy cavalry horse pistol charges, or enemy generals with angry eyes and heavy weapons with the power of a thousand catties, bombarding you.

[Trap Thirteen Swords] provides a solution from the fourth layer.

A martial artist who practices this technique.

When you step into the fourth layer, you will automatically transform your unique strength according to the qi and blood bias of the cultivator.

There is a floating energy that can help practitioners resist and defuse the terrifying impact of the enemy's heavy armor soldiers' shield-wielding charges! There is a golden wing that can give practitioners the strength to avoid arrows when they are as light as a swallow and burst out like an eagle falcon to kill and avoid arrows! There is also a broken jade strength that can prompt the blade in his hand to slaughter enemy soldiers by a few points when he is fighting!

And what Wu Mourning got was Broken Yujin.

The effect of Broken Jade Jin is obvious.

Even with his bare hands, Wu Mian could easily leave a deep finger on the hardwood with his fingers, like a sharp iron stud punch.

Strength comes from the combination of qi, blood and physique.

As long as the energy is not exhausted, the driving force will not disappear. [Trapping Thirteen Swords] cultivates to the top, and all the strength will automatically return to its place, which also shows that in fact, the strength is the ability that comes with a significant increase in qi and blood, and the exercises are just a priority to specialize a certain item.

As for the improvement of qi and blood, it was even more obvious, Wu Mourning opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of hot air like a white arrow, his heart was strong and powerful at the moment, and his body was like a furnace of fire.

Originally, his qi and blood warmth were more concentrated in his limbs, and he was moving in a small area.

The scorching warmth of the day has begun to flow naturally.

Like countless ants traveling through the blood vessels and opening up, they eventually converge into a river, starting from the core of the heart, linking the originally scattered blood and qi, like building a highway for the qi and blood. Wu Mian didn't know how long it would take ordinary people to get to this point, and it only took him maybe less than half a minute.

Before, his obscure qi and blood, one punch could still score three points.

Now, he's probably able to knock over a tree......

With his hands clasped together, he forced out a piercing sound of air explosion, Wu Mian took a good breath of restless qi and blood in his body, and the most intuitive feeling brought by the excessive blood qi was that he couldn't wait to kill the ghost knife.

'System. ’

【Mourning】

[Robbery: None]

[Cultivation: Second-rate Martial Artist]

[Practice: Thirteen Swords in the Trap (Fourth Layer, Broken Jade Strength)]

[Holder: Tai'a]

'Am I still a second-rate warrior?' But I feel that the difference is already very huge from before, or is it that people can't be generalized, and cultivation is actually not the same as strength to a certain extent? ’

Wu Mourning stared thoughtfully at the message delivered by the system.

Soon he gave up on these meaningless things.

No matter what kind of cultivation he is now, he will know it when he fights, it is a very simple and unpretentious truth, if I kill you, it proves that I am stronger than you, and I was killed by you, which proves that my skills are not as good as others, it's as simple as that!

The night was dark and hot today.

A picture of the trend of summer rain coming, and faster than the rain is the vague figure walking on the road.

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The Tiger Head Gang is gone, and for the gangsters who have been subdued by the new boss, it's gone.

Without the Tiger Head Gang and the Ghost Knife Gang.

As long as the government can't manage it, there will always be gangs in Nantang.

You don't eat people, you just wait to be eaten by others, it's as simple as that. It is said that the earliest gangs in Nantang were formed by the townspeople to deal with the mountain bandits, and the mountain bandits became new bandits after the first group of bandits. The gang has changed from generation to generation, and the gang is always the same gang, but the name has been changing.

The sixth heard that the tiger family's family had disappeared on the road.

This made him suddenly remember that when the tiger master was drunk a long time ago, he changed his usual majestic and domineering appearance in front of everyone, and muttered dejectedly.

Gangs on this road.

As long as you touch it, sooner or later you will be punished, today you kill me, tomorrow I will kill you, one day a big man passes by and snorts, the gang has to change its name.

Hu Ye is right, his family has enjoyed wealth for so many years, but now it is gone, and the family is neat and tidy and doesn't know where it went.

The sixth man guarded the door, and for some reason there was a sense of uneasiness and panic in his heart.

The retribution of the tiger master has arrived.

What about theirs?

In the stronghold compound of the Tiger Head Gang, which is now called the Ghost Knife Gang, the crowd is full of voices and cups, and it is a banquet for the gang leader Ghost Knife to entertain the gang members. Today, the brothers of the gang have all made their efforts, and they also let Nantang know that this is the ghost knife in charge, so naturally they want to treat everyone.

It's just that it seems that the helper is not in a good mood.

Maybe that beautiful chick wasn't treated, after all, she was such a beautiful girl, and at first glance she was a young lady from a rich family, so it's no wonder that the gang leader was angry.

Fortunately, the new gang leader will not get angry and hit himself when he is angry.

Smack!

Suddenly, the light dimmed, and the sixth man, who was guarding the door and gnawing on chicken feet, noticed that the electricity on the street seemed to be cut off. The power supply in Nantang is indeed a little unstable, but it is all on the side of ordinary people, who are close to the rich and noble people on this street, and there is almost no power outage.

There was a chaotic noise in the compound of the stronghold.

It seems to be shouting the sixth child.

As soon as the sixth child got up and wanted to answer, he immediately felt an uncontrollable huge force suddenly attack from behind him! A man of more than one hundred and fifty pounds was dragged into the darkness by a black figure in an instant!

Click!

The sound of something snapping crisply turned quiet again.

Not long after, a figure wearing the clothes of the sixth man walked into the stronghold compound, and happened to meet a few people who came out.

"Sixth, sixth! Where did you die? Other homes on this street have also lost power? The man at the head is a well-known flower boar in Nantang, and he especially likes to spoil the wives and daughters of those who owe money.

"Well, it's all out of power......"

The muffled figure leaned against the wall in response.

The others didn't pay much attention to it, they all drank some wine more or less, but when the sixth child was still gnawing on chicken feet.

Hua Wild Boar scolded with a bad breath.

Thinking about how to do it, the whole street was cut off, and he was even more unhappy when he looked at the "sixth child" who was cowering and being bullied on weekdays.

"Wait, you stop me!"

Hearing this, the "old six" suddenly stood up and stood straight, like a windward pine and cypress standing up.