"Strength can not only be emitted by the arms, but from the whole body, down-to-earth, using the feet, thighs, waist and various joints to mobilize the strength of the whole body, gathered on the sword in the hand, so as to swing the most lethal sword. The sword god who leaned back in his chair and drank said.

According to the method of the Sword God, Hong Dingwu mobilized the strength of his whole body, although the movements were still very slow, his hands were much better, and it also gave him the possibility to persevere.

"Match your movements and adjust the rhythm of your breathing. The sword god's voice came again.

Hong Dingwu began to adjust the rhythm of his breathing to match his movements, exhaling the turbid air in his chest from his mouth, and then slowly incorporating fresh air from his nose, and so on, his breathing gradually became even, slow, and deep, and entered the realm of "spitting only fine, accepting only continuous", he instantly felt that his strength was endless, although his body was still very tired, but there was no sense of weakness.

By the time he reached 9,000 times, he was completely exhausted, his breath was snorting like an ox, his hands were as heavy as lead, and his original continuous strength was now as thin as a gossamer, although he might be disconnected in death, he would never allow it to be disconnected, and breaking it would mean failure, thinking that he would miss out on a top school.

By the time he reached 9,500 times, he felt that his strength had been exhausted, and every time he swung a sword, it would consume all his energy, and he needed to use the sword to crutch the ground, and he could breathe for a long time before he could regain a little strength and continue to swing the next sword. Moreover, now he had a problem, a problem that was not usually a problem, and his sweat like rain not only soaked his clothes, but also moistened the hilt of his sword, so that every time he swung his sword, he had to exert a little more effort to hold the hilt of the sword, so that it would not slip out.

"Old man, can't you be more generous and teach him the mastery directly? Lu Qiuyue on the side said, she watched Hong Dingwu practice from noon to night, the whole person was sweating like rain, his clothes were soaked, his hands and legs were trembling wildly, and she couldn't bear it.

"Hmph, you think that the old man's mastery is a cabbage on the street, you can get it casually, if he can't even endure this hardship, don't come to insult my mastery. The sword god took a sip of wine and said.

"Then he has practiced more than 9,500 times now, rounding it up to 10,000 times, almost enough, which young man can endure hardships as much as him now?" Lu Qiuyue said again.

"Hmph, almost, every practice is about the same, then it adds up to a far difference, in this step-by-step killing world, you can't be sloppy, otherwise you will lose your head at the critical moment. The sword god said mercilessly.

Hong Dingwu looked at Lu Qiuyue, and squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying with his miserable white face, "Miss Qiuyue, thank you, I can still hold on." ”

Hong Dingwu continued to swing the next sword with difficulty, each sword was so difficult, it would take a long time.

The people who were watching the excitement around also began to talk after figuring out the ins and outs, "Do you think he can finish it?" "I look at the hanging, he has run out of gas now." "But it's good to be able to hold on until now, and every time I see him on the verge of collapse and hold on, I'm a little moved. ”......

9600 times, 9700 times......

Hong Dingwu stabbed out a sword vigorously, and the whole person was led by the sword and lay directly on the deck, "It's been 9,800 times, how can it end? It's just 200 times before I can complete the test, I'm not reconciled." Hong Dingwu lay on the deck, his hands supported the ground, but he couldn't support his body, his eyes became red, he was extremely unwilling, but to no avail, he had reached the limit.

Gonggong Xu looked at the second prince lying on the ground, his nose couldn't help but sour, and he wanted to rush over to help him up, but he didn't do it, because he knew that the second prince would not allow him to do this.

The little sword fairy on the side sighed, he knew that his junior brother had reached the limit, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for him, it was almost completed 200 times, maybe this is the will of heaven.

Lu Qiuyue looked at Hong Dingwu, who was still struggling on the ground and refused to give up, tears burst out of her eyes, "Old man, he has been 9,800 times, and he is only 200 times away, so you should consider him to have completed the test." ”

The sword god directly ignored Lu Qiuyue this time, closed his eyes and began to pretend to sleep, so angry that Lu Qiuyue stepped forward and gave him a kick.

"Stand up, you can, come on. Lu Qiuyue was moved by Hong Dingwu's perseverance and couldn't help shouting.

The people who had been standing around to watch the excitement were also infected by her emotions, and shouted one after another, "Stand up, stand up......" The people who originally enjoyed the river view on the board also heard the sound, and after understanding the situation, they also joined the cheering team, and the cheering sound suddenly resounded in the sky. They all hope that a miracle can happen in front of their eyes, injecting a touch of vitality and passion into this boring life.

"Stand up, stand up......" Listening to the cheering and shouting of the people around him, Hong Dingwu's blood suddenly boiled, he tried his best to support the ground with his hands, and even supported the deck with his face, but it was still to no avail, his body was no longer stocked.

"Hmm, I didn't expect that this kid's physical strength would break through the shackles at this time, and he reached the realm of a first-class master, and sure enough, people are the easiest to stimulate their potential in the extreme state. The sword god who had been pretending to sleep opened his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Hong Dingwu, who was almost desperate, suddenly felt a warm current on the soles of his feet, which flowed all over his body in an instant, and his originally dry body was instantly moisturized, and he felt that his whole body was warm and comfortable, and the soreness disappeared, and he felt that he had inexhaustible strength at this moment.

He instantly ejected from the ground, startling the surroundings, and the cheers resounded through the four fields, and he stood up, he finally stood up.

Lu Qiuyue clapped wildly with tears in her eyes, and Xiao Jianxian and Gonggong Xu were also sincerely happy for Hong Dingwu.

Hong Dingwu was like beating chicken blood, and after beating the remaining 200 times in one go, the people around him were still cheering enthusiastically, and they felt the taste of blood again.

Lu Qiuyue ran over and hugged Hong Dingwu, she was so excited that she didn't react when she did such an outrageous thing.

"Miss Qiuyue, if you don't let go, I'm going to die. Hong Dingwu said. Lu Qiuyue hugged him too tightly, the soft touch made him inexplicably excited, and his body also reacted, he was so frightened that he immediately stopped Lu Qiuyue, so as not to make a fool of himself in public.

Lu Qiuyue reacted instantly and lowered her head shyly.

Hong Dingwu looked at his overwhelmed expression and felt that it was cute, so he couldn't help but reach out and pinch it, which made Lu Qiuyue's face even redder.