Ivy's idea for the two Danteng Sword Saints was opportunistic.

What they really want is the kind of gain that will benefit them forever by making a breakthrough in sword moves.

And insisting on using swordsmanship to achieve the purpose of saving people, it can be called the act of drilling the horns of the bull without difficulty and creating difficulties to perfect the sword intent.

There is such a convenient thing in this world, and other healing methods are really difficult to come by.

That will take time, though, and the time it will take is uncertain.

Therefore, it is expedient to let the two Sword Masters be used by Ivy first, and when this matter is done, you can study as much as you like.

In this way, Ivy pinched the two slices of Wilde, went to the other 999 slices, and slapped them together like a poker shuffler:

"Get some sleep. ”

She shook her wrist against Wilde's neck, and broke her neck with a miraculous skill.

The sword master was folded and turned around quickly, his brain was not supplied with enough blood, his eyes were black, and he entered a state of dizziness and unconsciousness.

This vertigo lasted only one second.

But it was enough, Ivy's purpose was just to get a thousand and one slices into mental synchronization.

Even a tenth of a second, a hundredth of a second is enough.

And then it's at this moment that the 1,000 slices are glued.

This minor operation, placed in the leyline base, can find at least 200 people can be done.

But Ivy is the only one who can do it so quickly.

After all, her divine power attribute is life and death, muscles and bones, and she prescribes the right medicine.

So this time, Xiao Xiaoxiao showed his hand, and attracted the adoring eyes of many onlookers.

It took only one second for Wilde to wake up from a living thousand pages of tofu, but it took a full ten minutes to figure out what had just happened.

He did a set of radio gymnastics in a daze.

Then he looked at his palms, arms, waist and legs in disbelief, and slapped his whole body.

"I'm restored!"

"The knowledge in my head, a thousand experiences are fused into one, and I can already control the sword intent of the past life freely!"

He excitedly touched his sister-in-law's belly again: "Senior brother, I'll let you out." ”

Nandiger was not without embarrassment. Smile relieved: "Your long-cherished wish has finally been fulfilled." ”

However, Ivy couldn't stand it: "Let go of my sister-in-law and let me come." ”

"No, you all don't fight, it's better to do it yourself. ”

Nandy walked alone into a dark corner, and within a few moments, she returned to Ivy with a baby the size of a mouse.

She is also a highly accomplished healer, and the location where Shawshank is located is simply the skin on the surface of the layer, so it is easy to take him out.

Nandy even had a drop of blood all over her body.

And Shawshank is also a veteran sword master for hundreds of years, of course, he doesn't cry or anything like that, but just looks at Ivy meaningfully.

He can't speak in his current state. I can only see some emotion, emotion, gratitude, and feeling from my eyes.

Wilde faced his senior brother, and tears flowed incessantly.

He had imagined countless times what his brother would become.

But when I really saw the little speck in front of me that seemed to be the size of a mouse, with limbs as thin as toothpicks, and translucent flesh covered with clearly visible bloodshots, my emotions still almost collapsed.

Wilde's hands were trembling, after all, it was the sword intent that he had just learned. The first time you use it, you have to face the little fetal state of the senior brother who is not human, and it is strange not to be nervous.

"Give me some strength. Ivy quietly stretched out her arms and put one hand behind Wilde's back. Shawshank in one hand.

Warm and nourishing divine power, refreshing, clear-minded, and a steady stream of foundation.

On the one hand. Wilde's hands were no longer shaking, and he had confidence, on the other hand. The young Shawshank also seems to be a little calmer, not as thin as it looked at the beginning.

"Afterlife Sword Intent, Recover!"

Wilde's eyes were firm and his movements were crisp.

This was with Ivy's support, and he didn't feel like he was doing it for the first time, as if he had been tested for a long time.

And on the Shawshank side, he is also getting a steady stream of Ivy's nourishment.

When the sword intent that lingered around his body was recovered, he grew at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and his bones rattled like spring shoots.

Nandy watched her husband return to the world with tears in her eyes.

However, after Shawshank grew to about three years old, Ivy stopped the divine support:

"That's fine, but it's inconvenient to be bigger. ”

"Wow. ”

The three brothers and sisters all expressed understanding.

And Nandy seems to be very happy, as if she is already thinking about how to bully her child-like husband for a while in the future.

Ivy patted Wilde on the shoulder meaningfully:

"Lao Wang, the two of them will have to be taken care of by you in the future, and there is a long way to go. ”

"Isn't this a matter of course!" Wilde looked enthusiastic: "Your wife is raised by me, senior brother, don't worry!"

The three of them are happy, and they have a happy family.

Only Ivy was struggling to hold back a smile, laughing so hard that her eight-pack abs were about to come out.

The onlookers didn't know the connotation, but they were just sighing, Miss Ivy is really temperamental, and she will be moved to tears when she sees this happy ending.

"She must be smiling to hide her tears of excitement, it doesn't matter, do you want to cry at this time!"

"Yes, even I have to shed tears in the frame, Miss Ivy carries a lot of responsibility, it's too big, it's pretending to be strong, we can understand!"

"Evie Saintess is so cute!

This is the invisible incitement, the most deadly!

Ivy didn't know that the pit she dug for the trio would bluff so many people.

It wasn't until Shawshank changed into a dwarven researcher's outfit and respectfully asked Nandy and Wilde to teach that Ivy came back to her senses:

"Don't be in a hurry, you can use a few knives on those four problem children first. ”

Shawshank Wilde glanced at each other, and immediately understood Ivy's intentions.

The sword of the dead can rejuvenate and rejuvenate, allowing several people to enter the peak period of physical and mental strength.

The Avatar Sword can slice them into slices, and can even gain experience at a thousand times the speed.

These two abilities are only fitting for four troubled children who are in dire need of rapid growth.

Without further ado, just do what you say.

Ivy, Ruri and the last two Juggernauts went down the field together, and walked towards the lethargic special training foursome in a daze.

Smack, Liuli's finger raised. The extra-large bone dissection table lifts them up.

Wilde and Shawshank drew their weapons coldly and decisively.

The sudden scene was terrifying, and the quartet let out a pig killing howl.

"It's noisy. Ivy took a shot, grabbed the four by the neck, and twisted them, leaving them all unconscious.

Wilde grimly grasped the large dagger, poof!

stabbed continuously, each knife was as fierce as a blade enemy.

This is a request from God Ivy, how can they not work hard?

So if it seems to the uninformed. It's pretty crazy right now.

Moreover, the characteristics of the sword of the afterlife, with each sword, there is a massive amount of orange juice-like solid-liquid mixture gushing from the place where the knife is lowered.

Although there are actually no wounds left on the four of them, who can still tell if there are wounds under the special effects of the tomato sauce in front of them?

Especially the ancient monster whose life span is a mystery for three of the four, and the afterlife sword peels off the metabolic remnants proportionally, and the picture of the sauce rolling is not too beautiful.

Only Xi Erwei really has no background, and he is already in the best condition with a shallow stab.

As for the other three. The amount of leakage is exaggerated, and the Odin Institute must use a giant pumping machine to control the situation.

After a long time, Wilde finished stabbing people and called it a day. It is necessary for all the staff present to rinse the shower.

Then it was Shawshank who came on the field.

He's three years old now.

But he borrowed a keel broadsword from the staff.

Just because the blade is big enough to be able to cut four people side by side at once, it is convenient to work.

Moreover, weapons made of powerful biological bones are easier for the transformation sword intent to penetrate into.

Raise your knife. Slitting.

Click, click, click

Shawshank repeats the chopping action like cutting potato slices, and his face is cold and serious.

This is also a manifestation of mental concentration. He values his first job since his comeback.

Fortunately, this guy's metamorphosis sword will not produce drawbacks such as bleeding pus and fluid, but it is more worry-free than Wilde's rebirth sword.

But after the slice was completed, the scene was a mess again.

According to Ivy's instructions, each of the four men was cut according to the specification of two hundred pieces.

When the four problem children woke up, there were 800 strange creatures that looked like dissecting slides, scurrying around, scratching their heads.

Each slice of them has a variety of independent thinking!

And except for the first layer of slices with facial features, the other parts are just layers of rib viscera, who can recognize whom?

So these 800 pieces of meat are really like snowflakes, confetti is fluttering, you stick to me, I stick to you, lingering and not separated.

"Be quiet, don't run around!" Ivy shouted before she could restrain her below.

Using the soul silk to lock their respective soul fluctuations, Ivy finally divided the problem children's slices into categories:

Each person is a two-hundred-point slice, so there are seventeen Law God Sword Saints, each of whom is responsible for the teaching of ten slices.

The remaining thirty pieces watched as a whole, striving to integrate all the skills of the Law God Sword Saint.

The words of the four people are divided into 17 parts, and they are to be taught by the teacher.

The remaining 120 films were audited for a comprehensive integration.

In this way, when it comes to each Law God Sword Saint, it is a class of forty people, which is about the same size as a normal school class.

In fact, the four problem children have accumulated almost the same theoretical knowledge in the previous few days of study.

It's time for them to get hands-on.

This is the key to firmly imprinting the ability into the soul and refining it into its own strength.

And slicing clones is precisely the best way to not only help memory, but also double the experience, perception, and experience together.

"You practice first, it looks like you can see the results in another three or five days!"

Like a principal looking at the audience, Ivy gave a speech between classes:

"I'll go and see how the battle situation is on Akatsuki's side first, and by the way, I'll catch the god-level sword saint Gerald who slipped through the net, and give you a hand to practice!"

The small move ability was activated, and Ivy disappeared into a boo.

Oldemun, Gerald is still arguing with Akatsuki's arm.

Sure enough, as Ivy had predicted, they were able to contain the monster.

Based on the durability of god-level existence, and the accurate control power that does not make mistakes in calculations, the two great gods can last for ten or eight years.

This is equivalent to using the two gods as sacrifices to seal the arm of Akatsuki.

However, from the same analogy, for the law of hundreds of years as the replacement cycle among the strong, ten or eight years is not too long.

Ivy was watching the battle from a distance, but she was angry with the two old men who were fighting desperately:

"Do you know how long it's been since we've been back, and our old bones are going to fall apart!"

"Don't worry. Ivy sneered:

"I'm so weak that I can't be of any use when I come, this weird arm is unusually tough, and it has an exaggerated regeneration rate, and no matter how many gods go together, it won't change the situation. ”

"Then it's your turn to relay and sustain the battle for a long time. Gerald snorted:

"My divine power is specialized in killing, and I hate this endless regeneration of thick-skinned beasts, who obviously have a sword move that strikes fatally, but can only rub against an arm. ”

"It's you, you're very good at dealing with people, if it's to stir up the mud to contain it, it should be you the most suitable, maybe one person can replace the two of us. ”

"Hey, dwarf, your old lady has lifted me!" Ivy hurriedly refused:

"I can compare with it whose skin is thicker, more bloody, obscene, and coquettish, but it has a big dick in its hands, and it will be killed in seconds if the boat capsizes in the waves. ”

"It's still the old gentleman's weapon control, and he can compete with it for control of the demon trident, this domineering is unmatched!"

"Ivy, it's not the way to go on like this. Oldemun also came to interrupt the conversation between the two of them:

"This arm is not a dimensional creature with us, its body is in other worlds, if it is only entangled with this arm, no matter how many times it is killed, it will not be able to damage its roots, and it will regenerate infinitely. ”

"The only way is to force its body out, and then seal the dimensional rift, sever its connection with this element, and have no strength left to reopen the rift. ”

"In this way, we can put the attack on place and completely destroy the existence of the demon!"

Oldemun seems to be well-informed, more knowledgeable about the power systems of the wider world, and knows how to deal with such difficult things.

It's just that now a demon arm has made the strongest gods in this star field barely compete with each other, and it is difficult to win, if you really pull the demon body in

Even if you take ordinary people as an example, the strength of an arm that is locked in shackles is ten times worse than the combat effectiveness of a completed human body.

If it is stronger, successful in cultivation, can freely go to heaven and earth, and master the mastery of the magic of fighting spirit, then the combat power of one-handed and full-strength should soar a hundredfold.

Not to mention the top masters of the realm and realm level, when the heart and brain are complete and the hands and feet are complete, there should be thousands of times stronger than the blind one-handed state?

Then the god-level words should not be said to be conservative, but to tell jokes.

The calculation rules at this level should be astronomical at every turn, 100,000, 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

And if the demon can't go back, he won't be able to break the void if he fights the trapped beasts!(To be continued.) )