In about six minutes, the reinforcement spread from the muscles to the skin, the epidermis seemed to be splashed with boiling water, and the burning stinging sensation made the corners of Wang Xing's painful eyes twitch. Fortunately, the last wave of feelings came and went quickly, and it passed in just over ten seconds.

At the end of the reinforcement, Wang Xing opened his eyes and looked at his body.

After many reinforcements, his height was raised by a few centimeters, and his well-proportioned body also bulged in a small circle.

Wang Xing spread out his hands, and the hands that had been strengthened many times gave birth to a faint layer of calluses, at this time, the skin color was darker, and the calluses of the hands were as thick as gloves.

"It's a bit like I didn't have martial arts in my previous life, but after practicing my own hard skills, I practiced my skin more thickly."

This technique is no secret, and many of the martial arts techniques practiced by Wang Xing create a layer of calluses on the elbows, knees, and other parts of the hands that are often hit.

Wang Xing pinched all over his body, and the touch on his skin was like wearing a layer of protective gear.

"The duration of this reinforcement is about six or seven minutes, so it seems that each reinforcement is not fixed. It seems like the more I venture, the better the reward at the end. ”

Standing up and moving, Wang Xing only knew that his speed was much faster, and his strength must have increased a lot. But it's not clear how much.

"It's still the old rule, go and practice!"

Wang Xing turned his head to the statue of the God of Destruction.

Inadvertently raised his head and forgot to glance at it, Wang Xing raised his eyebrows.

"This action ......"

Wang Xing has been practicing martial arts for so long, and his understanding of martial arts has become more and more profound, and he understands the difference between martial arts and ordinary fighting skills.

Fighting skills are ordinary people constantly refining various simple movements in order to use their bodies to deliver fatal blows against enemies like humans. The battle between ordinary people is about who is faster and stronger.

And the same or slightly weaker people have derived techniques such as hitting vital points and using body structures to pry more force, and weapon attacks are also extended from this concept.

But martial arts are different.

The enemies faced by martial arts were fierce beasts or even alien beasts from the beginning.

Ordinary striking techniques are useless against giant birds that are huge, like a house, or even giant birds that fly in the sky with their wings spread out a hundred meters wide.

Only martial arts, which have a higher intention and burst out through the power of qi and blood, can impress the mountains and stones, so as to attack and damage the alien beasts.

It is through practicing that he realizes these things, and Wang Xing often feels different when he looks at the various scenery around him.

It was precisely because of this vague but indescribable feeling that Wang Xing inexplicably felt repelled when he looked at the statue of the God of Destruction at this time.

Wang Xing couldn't help but take a step back, and then look at the statue of the God of Destruction, and his feeling changed again.

"It's like, I've been kicked." Wang Xing covered his shoulder, which seemed to have been kicked, his brows furrowed, and he circled around the statue of the God of Destruction, feeling very bad, no matter where he looked at it, he was inexplicably attacked once.

After many attempts, he only felt attacked, but he didn't feel like practicing, although Wang Xing knew that the statue of the God of Destruction had a deeper secret, but it was not something that could be excavated in a short time.

"Forget it, practice first, and you will be able to understand it when you are strong later."

Wang Xing walked in and touched the statue of the God of Destruction.

is still a three-trick hand, continue to practice.

The familiar feeling reappeared, and Wang Xing began to carefully figure out the attacks and defenses of the three unique hands and different enemies as he understood the attack on the enemy when his body was under control, and the understanding of the internal changes in his body.

Before I knew it, this practice was over.

Wang Xing opened his eyes, and a large amount of understanding of martial arts moves piled up in his mind. He closed his eyes and slowly understood, and from time to time he made a move.

"Although I am practicing the three unique hands, the fighting skills of the previous life have also been integrated, and the few moves of pushing the mountain palm have also been analyzed for attack and defense. It's really ingenious usage, without decades of condensation and accumulation, plus a strong enemy, it can't be practiced at all. ”

Wang Xing sank down and became familiar with the various moves, recalling the practice just now, and after a long time, he was still a little unsatisfied.

This feeling of seeing yourself getting stronger little by little is really addictive.

Adapting to the same, Wang Xing temporarily left the space for adventure.

Returning to the bedroom, Wang Xing's original intention was to take a walk and relax a little. But when he went out of the door and saw the sword-wielding guard standing at the door, Wang Xing was stunned for a moment.

"You're still there?" Wang Xing was very surprised.

The sword-wielding guard was a little puzzled: "We're here all the time, what do you mean by that?" ”

Wang Xing's heart moved. He thought that these sword-wielding guards might all disappear after entering with him, but now there was no reaction. Could it be that the adventure world is different from reality?

'Continue the adventure, and perhaps when the sword-wielding guard in the adventure dies unexpectedly, I will be completely sure.' ’

Wang Xing suppressed his thoughts, and suddenly didn't want to wander around. With so many secrets and mysteries, maybe a few more adventures will be answered. He is very concerned about these secrets that are closely related to his own power.

Wang Xing said hello to the children of the family standing guard on this floor, returned to the bedroom, and immediately returned to the bed and closed his eyes and lay down.

Because it took a lot of time to strengthen, practice, and adapt just now, the time is just getting ugly. After conversion, it was already one o'clock in the morning. It's a brand new day.

Wang Xing came to the department store of the adventure space, opened the special interface, and sure enough, the number of adventures used yesterday was all refreshed. Both the Sengoku Warriors World and the Living Corpse Realm World can be re-entered.

"Go directly to the Warring States Warriors World."

With his firm thoughts, the feeling of traveling through the world struck.

Suddenly, Wang Xing left the department store and came to the dense forest at night again.

A dark cloud slowly crossed overhead, and in front of Wang Xing, a group of nervous soldiers, led by two centurions, slowly approached here.

The moonlight shone on Wang Xing's face, and everyone saw that Wang Xing's leather hat had disappeared, and the leather armor on his body was full of scars, and they could obviously smell heavy bloodstains.

"General Wang!" The centurion's heart tightened, knowing that Wang Xinggang had just experienced a great battle.

Behind Wang Xing, a chaotic shout of killing gradually approached.

Wang Xing slowly clenched his hands into fists, turned around suddenly, and slammed his hand to block the handle of the spear with the style of Sumeru's palm, clenching it in the palm of his hand.

The tip of the spear was still five inches away from Wang Xing's chest, but it couldn't continue to pierce no matter what.

Wang Xing jerked his hand to dodge the spear and whipped it with his backhand.

The barrel of the gun "clicked" from which it broke, and the attacker fell to the ground with a finger-thick depression in his head.

"The pikemen are in front, and the swordsmen are in the back! Come with me into the jungle! Wang Xing threw away half of the wooden spear, raised his palm and swung it down, turned around and entered the dense forest again.

The soldiers of the Red Deer Country, who came here in a hurry, were taken by Wang Xing's might, and immediately subconsciously followed Wang Xing into the dense forest.

"Light the torch!"

Each place has its own tactics. Wang Xing didn't know, but these centurions were different, and they had been instructed by the strategist Jinyuan, who had a military heritage, and knew what to do.

Torches staggered up, illuminating parts of the dimly lit forest.

The spears were held forward by the soldiers of the Red Deer Kingdom, and the soldiers of the Zheng Kingdom had lost the advantage of ambushing in the dense forest, and it would have no effect if they continued to hide in the shadows, but they would have a disadvantage.

As a result, torches were also raised on the opposite side.

Seeing the light of the torch, Wang Xing's eyes froze.

"Die!"

Wang Xingfei rushed forward, with his absolute speed and strength advantage, all the swords wielded by ordinary soldiers did not have time to cause close damage, and he was caught and thrown out or rushed into the crowd.

At this time, Wang Xing's strength beyond a thousand catties made him like a fierce beast, and every time he made a shot, at least one person's body was twisted and died.

As Wang Xing entered the crowd, the soldiers in front of him seemed to be no longer human, but easily knocked away like weeds.

Call~

Wang Xing violently swung the three spears clinging to his arm, and the three people gathered in front of him were like balls being knocked away, one hit the trunk of the tree and fell, and the other two fell on the ground five meters away and rolled a few times.

"Weak! It's too weak! ”

Wang Xing laughed. He himself is not a madman, just because the real family is riddled with miscellaneous affairs, and there are many and strong enemies, he has to be assassinated and reworked as if it was nothing, so he can only secretly accumulate strength.

He's been suppressed for too long!

And now, Wang Xing has the strength to surpass a thousand catties, and he can easily knock the enemy away like marbles.

It's a wonderful feeling!

The feeling of aggrieved is now released, and under the joy in Wang Xing's heart, his brain seems to be a lot easier, many blocked things have been opened, and his brain has an inexplicable feeling of transparency.

He suddenly realized that morale was also a very important aspect of the battle between the two armies.

In order to encourage his side and suppress the enemy, Wang Xing laughed out loud without hesitation, and behaved very flamboyantly.

Sure enough, this presumptuous size and ferocious combat effectiveness calmed the hearts of their own soldiers, and at the same time, the enemy's resistance became weaker.

As Wang Xing showed his strong strength, the centurion, who was a little dissatisfied before, also had respect in his heart.

One of the centurions commanded his soldiers to advance steadily, quickly approaching Wang Xing's side, which had temporarily stopped.

"General Wang, their people suddenly became smaller, it should be that some of them were left behind, and the others fled!"

Wang Xing groaned slightly, and immediately said: "You deal with the people who can be seen, don't continue to advance, leave the dense forest for a while, and wait for tomorrow when there is no visual restriction, and continue to rush to the target location with the dead battalion." ”

"Yes!" The centurion immediately responded with his fists clenched.

After hearing Wang Xing's order to retreat, the soldiers who didn't want to enter much originally were a little disappointed because of the sense of security brought by Wang Xing's powerful force, and they couldn't follow the enemy to get military merit.

However, because of the recognition and respect for Wang Xing's power, the soldiers perfectly carried out Wang Xing's orders. They disposed of some of the Zheng Guo soldiers who were delaying time in front of them, and immediately left the dim jungle slowly and orderly.

In the dark, the scouts of the Dead Soldier Battalion, who came from time to time to inquire about the news, knew that Wang Xing had actually killed the general who was ambushed in the dense forest, and also brought the news back to the Dead Soldier Camp.

Wang Xing did not retreat with the soldiers, but continued to follow the direction of the fleeing Zheng Guo soldiers and began to accelerate forward.

Suddenly, a sound of breaking the air struck in the dark.

Wang Xing stepped hard under his feet, and when Sumeru blocked the enemy in his palm, he used his footwork to shift the direction and remove his body, and the posture of rushing forward suddenly moved several meters to the left.

The staggered long swords staggered in the air, and the silver-white sword light flashed away like a silver cross star.

"The speed is a bit of a doorway, and it's normal to be able to beat him."

In the moonlight, a man with a long sword in each hand was revealed, wearing iron-colored armor with a bronze beast tattoo on his chest.