Late at night the next day, Fang Xing's room.

"Ding! You have successfully comprehended the first layer of [Blood Sword Technique]. ”

"The next level of comprehension still needs to be retreated for ∞ years (the cultivation realm is insufficient, and it is impossible to continue to comprehend)"

After a day and a night of retreat, Fang Xing finally slowly opened his eyes, and put down the jade slip in his hand with a complicated expression.

Yes. After thinking about it again, he still practiced this set of inexplicable exercises.

One comes. Calm down and think about it carefully, with his good fortune, even if he encounters the holy miracles of the Divine Turtle Izura and Ryoma Offering Pictures, it is not strange. Although this great opportunity to collect books in the belly of the fish came bizarrely, it was indeed within the scope of his acceptance.

Yuan Shu swore that she caught it casually in the glacier at the door of her house, and she didn't meet any worldly masters, nor did she see any visions of heaven and earth where meteors fell to the ground, so Fang Xing believed it.

After all, his sister is so innocent, she won't lie at all.

And secondly...

This "Blood Sword Technique" is so suitable for him that he can't refuse it at all.

Now Fang Xing's biggest concern is that his own strength is insufficient, and it is difficult to deal with various unexpected risks that may occur.

Now he is more than a few levels of cultivation to challenge, and when he encounters a master at the peak of Qi training, he can barely have the strength to fight. But if the person who came was a foundation building monk who was a great realm, then he could only use his last hole card and choose to upgrade to save his life.

And this upgrade... As soon as the monster's killing experience is adjusted with the level, he can no longer rely on killing pigs to earn experience while lying down.

Fang Xing's research and efforts in the past three years on the "automatic monster farming script" will also be in vain.

There are security risks if you don't upgrade, and if you upgrade, the gameplay will change drastically, and you will never go back to the previous version.

It's a dilemma.

However, this "Blood Sword Technique" accurately grasped the user's pain points, found the problem grasp, walked out of the differentiated track, and used the innovative cultivation mode that focused on improving the performance of user peripherals to help Fang Xing solve this problem with ingenuity.

People can't be upgraded? Okay, then upgrade the sword. The level of the sword can even be higher than that of a person.

This extra hole card is extremely important to the other party.

And with his anti-heaven fortune, he doesn't have to worry about any problems with this bizarre appearance of the exercise—anyway, no matter how many problems he encounters in the process, the result will always be good.

So after thinking about it again, "Blood Swordsmanship" was like holding urine for a long time and suddenly appearing in the bathroom in front of him, completely penetrating his user's mind.

"Sacrifice the sword with blood, forge the soul with blood. The sword is one, and the death and symbiosis are coexisting..."Fang Xing silently recited the mantra of the exercises, and slowly pulled out the sword.

To refine the blood sword, a sword embryo is required. That is, the original basic equipment required to forge new equipment.

Although this sword embryo is not limited to materials and quality, theoretically every blood sword can evolve through blood sacrifice quenching without upper limit, so any pig-killing knife can be used as a sword embryo.

But in practice, the higher the grade of the sword embryo, the better.

Because the higher the grade of the sword embryo, the higher the "basic level" of the blood sword cast, there is no need for the sword master to spend a lot of effort to refine the blood sacrifice, and slowly raise the blood sword grade.

And the highest-grade sword on Fang Xing's body was the lower-grade spirit sword he picked up after falling off the cliff three years ago.

This sword is three feet six inches long, and it is three hundred and sixty heavens. The width of the sword is one inch and eight minutes, which is half of Tiangang.

The sword body is tough, the blade is sharp, and it is as black as jade.

Well... That's probably all the "weirdness" of it.

Fang Xing felt at first that since he had triggered the classic cliff falling adventure, what he picked up must be some nameless artifact.

But after carrying it with him and studying it for more than three years, he had to admit that this seemed to be a novice equipment given to him by God, an ordinary low-grade spirit sword.

Fortunately, Fang Xing was only a Qi cultivation cultivator now, and the lower grade spirit sword was used as a sword embryo, which was just in line with his ability.

Because the sword can only be forged using the blood of the sword owner himself.

If the quality of the sword embryo is too high, the quality and quantity of blood required for the sacrifice will also increase, and the process of forging the sword with blood is likely to squeeze him alive.

This process is also quite dangerous.

"But..."Fang Xing thought of his full 100 points of good fortune, and couldn't help but smile easily: "This kind of bad luck will definitely not happen to me." ”

"Blood Sacrifice, activate!"

He quietly urged the Blood Sword Technique, and then cut his wrist with the shallow blade of the sword, allowing the blood flowing down to fall on the sword body.

"Buzz!" As soon as the blood came into contact with the blade, the inferior spirit sword, which had nothing special in the past, trembled gently on its own as if it had suddenly come to life.

And the blood that dripped on it also instantly turned into countless wisps of blood qi in this sword roar.

They swirled back and forth around the blade, drawing a mysterious and inexplicable blood trail around the sword body, and then in this piece of blood light flickering, they continued to merge into the sword body.

Gradually, the jet-black jade sword body seemed to be infused with countless subtle red dark lines.

Driven by Fang Xing's aura, these lines emitted red light as they breathed in and out—as if it had a life of its own.

No, not likely.

Fang Xing could feel that there was a mysterious power gradually awakening in this sword blade.

It seems to have a "dantian" and a "meridian", and it is becoming more and more like a living thing, rather than a lifeless sword.

As the blood sacrifice progressed, it even began to absorb the natural aura between heaven and earth at an extremely exaggerated speed, just like a gifted monk.

"It's comparable to a layer of Qi training." Fang Xing could feel that this sword had its own power.

"It's on the second floor..."

"Three floors!"

"Four floors! Its power is already comparable to the fourth layer of Qi training! ”

"Five floors?!" Fang Xing couldn't believe it.

He himself is only level 5, and feeding a little blood can actually refine a low-grade spirit sword to level 5 strength? This is different from what the exercises say!

Is there a mystery in the spirit sword itself, or is there something wrong with his blood?

"What? Six floors! "Something seems to be wrong.

The level of this blood sword has even surpassed that of him, the sword master himself!

It was still frantically absorbing the aura of heaven and earth around it, and it was still like a pumping machine, frantically pumping Fang Xing's blood.

"Hey! Stop, stop! Fang Xing's face was already a little pale.

But he couldn't stop this suddenly out of control blood sacrifice ritual.

"Seven floors!" Wouldn't I be so unlucky?

"Eight floors!" I said, stop!

"Nine floors!" Point to point, let's point to point!

"......" Fang Xing is almost about to be squeezed dry.

Finally, at this extreme juncture, the blood sword finally seemed to be unfinished, and slowly dissipated the blood qi.

And at this time, the momentum emanating from its body was already at the level of the peak level of Qi training.

"A level 10 sword?" He, a level 5 player, actually combined a level 10 "sword pet" with a sword cast?

And that's not all.

Fang Xing was shocked to find that although this blood sword had quietly regained its calm after it was cast, it was still suspended in front of him, and it did not fall to the ground like an ordinary magic weapon.

And as long as he has a thought, he can control this blood sword to fly freely within a certain range around his body.

"Sky Edgeworth?!" Fang Xing was more and more pleasantly surprised.

Flying Imperial Objects, that is the ability of the foundation building monks. Although he could only control this natal blood sword, but not the object, it was enough to make him excited and happy.

The most important thing is that unlike what is said in the exercises, this level 10 sword, he has no pressure to control as a level 5 player.

It was as if the blood sword had become a part of his body, and had even secretly given birth to a spirit and was closely cooperating with him.

"Great! cough, cough, cough..."Fang Xingzheng was excited, and suddenly felt dizzy.

This blood sword is powerful, but it also draws too much blood.

He almost died just now.

"That's true." Fang Xing only felt that he had lost too much blood and was extremely weak, and his whole person was extremely tired.

He staggered back to the bed: "Where the blessings and blessings are relied on, where the blessings and misfortunes are lurking..."

Bang! The blood sword slammed to the ground.

Fang Xing also fell headlong on the bed.

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"Brother!" Fang Yuanshu heard the movement.

After Fang Xing found out that the fish belly contained books, after some thought, he warned her to keep this matter strictly secret, and asked her to go back to her room to rest early, and not to approach his bedroom casually for the past two days.

She obediently agreed on the surface, but secretly she was still relieved. During the day and night of Fang Xing's retreat, she had been quietly paying attention to his movements.

Now hearing the sound of him falling down, Fang Yuanshu, who was originally pretending to sleep on the bed, immediately lifted the quilt and hurriedly turned over and got out of bed. Then she wore only the thin silk coat, put her two little feet into the clogs, and rushed through the door uncontrollably.

"Brother! Brother, are you alright? Fang Yuanshu rushed in front of Fang Xing and anxiously checked his situation.

Fang Xing didn't react, it was like dead. Lucky:

"Breathing is still there..."Fang Yuanshu breathed a sigh of relief: "It's just that I lost too much blood, and my body is too weak." ”

It's not a big deal. With the physical fitness of a Qi cultivator, you can almost recover if you get a good night's sleep, rest for a few days, and eat some nutritious supplements to replenish your body.

So she gently picked up Fang Xing, who had fainted, put him back on the bed, and carefully took off his shoes and socks and covered the quilt for him.

Fang Xing's sword was also put away by her and put it aside.

Then, looking at Fang Xing's pale and blood-lossed face, the sick and embarrassed face, the haggard and sick face that was different from the usual freedom and perseverance, became fragile and distressing...

Fang Yuanshu suddenly thought that in the "Candle Dragon Decision" he studied, there happened to be a healing power that could warm the meridians and replenish qi and blood for others by infusing spiritual energy close to his body.

"W-Isn't this okay?" The little girl subconsciously hesitated.

Then, she glanced at Fang Xing's face again.

"But since it's to treat Brother Fang Xing's illness, then I don't have to worry so much."

"That's right." Fang Yuanshu thought seriously: "I'm just helping Brother Fang Xing to warm up and help him recover faster, what's wrong with this?" ”

So, the two clogs landed softly. A pair of small white and tender lotus feet were also slightly tilted onto the edge of the bed.

This night, the moonlight in front of the bed.

Two pairs of shoes on the ground.