Song Lanjiang's body and two consciousnesses repeated the exercises and movements of "Walking in the Wind and Sand" over and over again, the blood-colored space was very barbaric, and the exercise mantra did not appear a word, rudely allowing Song Lanjiang to use his body to experience the exercise route and the sense of force over and over again.

Song Lanjiang is now not only able to solve the ignorance of "Walking in the Wind and Sand", but even has a little bit of a feeling of starting the path, I have to say that the simple and direct style of the blood space is very effective.

Thinking like this, Song Lanjiang's body practice changed again, his legs still maintained the pace of stepping on the wind and sand, and his upper body began to practice the set of primary knife techniques practiced in the blood-colored space.

Now Song Lanjiang feels that he is not so relaxed, this is not only a simple experience, but he can integrate the two martial arts.

Although the consciousness in the blood-colored space will not be tired, it also dazzles Song Lanjiang, the direction of the meridians, the coordination of movements, Song Lanjiang's consciousness has completely unable to keep up with the movements of the body.

He could only rely on his body to remember, repeating over and over again seemed to have no end, Song Lanjiang's consciousness slowly immersed himself in the darkness, and the red space in front of him darkened little by little.

Song Lanjiang opened his eyes, he was lying on the haystack, and felt that although his consciousness was a little tired, it was very clear, and the little baby girl next to him was still asleep, and she didn't look like she was going to wake up at all.

Song Lanjiang got up and sat up gently, careful not to wake up the little baby girl, he felt something strange on his face, touched it with his hand, and found that a large amount of blood flowed from his nose when he was sleeping, and half of his face was dry and scabbed into a bloody scab.

Song Lanjiang was startled for a moment, then calmed down, and quickly closed his eyes to feel what kind of changes had occurred in his body.

After carefully feeling it, Song Lanjiang found that his body was not abnormal, and even his strength had increased a little, and he even found that his body was more controllable.

Song Lanjiang saw the moon rising high outside through the small hole in the broken kiln, and estimated that it was probably just now, and there was still a long time before the time of Mao, he stood up, took out the silver coin on his leggings, stuffed it into the haystack, and then burned the slightly cold fire pit again, and then walked out of the broken kiln lightly.

Camouflaged the entrance, Song Lanjiang walked to the small river where he caught the black toothfish last time, took off his clothes, and jumped into the water, the icy river current stimulated Song Lanjiang's spirit, which made him energetic.

Song Lanjiang quickly washed himself up and down in the water, and then returned to the shore, simply put on his pants and shoes, and then by the moonlight, he looked seriously at his right arm bound by chains.

Song Lanjiang has just passed the days of being attached to the right arm by the tiger wing, and the days of panic, although he has always been very calm with the tiger wing, but in the end he is a thirteen-year-old boy, and the danger intuition makes Song Lanjiang not want to face it at the first time.

Since Tiger Wing forcibly pulled Song Bar River into the blood-colored space, Tiger Wing has never made a sound since, Song Bar Jiang guessed that the fierce beast should be the incarnation of Tiger Wing, and the forced transformation will also be a great loss to Tiger Wing, and Tiger Wing should not appear again for a while.

He carefully observed his right arm, Song Bajiang's right arm ran through the chain with mysterious patterns, flesh, bones and chains have become one, just like embroidery, the chain is a thread, the arm is a cloth, and the up and down are repeatedly passed through and become one.

A black and simple sleeve knife attached to his arm was tied up with chains, and the handle of the sleeve knife was the pattern of tiger wings, but now his eyes were no longer glowing red, as if he was dormant, Song Lanjiang moved hard, and he couldn't pull out the sleeve knife from the chain to use it.

Song Lanjiang didn't find any clues, he picked up one chain link after another and carefully observed, he found that the patterns of each chain link were not the same, the patterns on it Song Lanjiang had never seen or heard, and there seemed to be ancient power in the mystery.

Continuing to check the chain links, counting the seventy-two in total, Song Lanjiang finally noticed that one of the chain links was different, when his hand touched the chain link, the pattern on the chain link glowed reddish.

A previous picture flashed in Song Lanjiang's mind, when the blood flowing out of the blacktooth fish was absorbed by the chains, and the blood converged along the chains to the pattern on a chain link to be absorbed, Song Lanjiang remembered that the tiger wings asked him to kill powerful creatures every ten years to obtain blood.

"Very dangerous stuff. "Song Lanjiang guessed that the tiger wing was going to absorb blood, and it was really a demon soldier.

Although Song Lanjiang has never read any books, and his parents, who are horse bandits and liars, will not seriously teach Song Lanjiang any knowledge of poetry, books and etiquette, but he knows that if the things with gods and demons are known by people with hearts, then his life will not be guaranteed.

This is like Lu Xuanji during the day, because of a "Sword Sutra", he killed twelve people in the Tianbao Pavilion.

Song Lanjiang took out a long strip of cloth from the clothes he took off, and tightly wrapped his right arm to his right hand, since the magic knife has been symbiotic with his right arm and can't be abandoned, then hide it and don't be discovered.

I don't know if it was from the moment Song Lanjiang picked up the little baby girl, or what Lao Mo said to him yesterday, Song Lanjiang's mentality began to change slightly, but this change was very small and he didn't notice it himself.

Song Lanjiang got dressed, and then combed his hair into a ponytail with strips of cloth, today he is going to the tavern to help instead of stealing, and if he dresses up cleanly, there will be a lot less trouble, which Song Lanjiang still knows.

Song Lanjiang looked at his face in the river by the moonlight, his face was distinct, his face was a little thin, a towering nose, two straight eyebrows, a pair of slender eyes were black and white, and the black place was deep and black, like a bottomless deep pool, Song Lanjiang's expression was always scarce, and his eyes were full of indifference.

Song Lanjiang was born with a beautiful face, if he wore a good plain clothes and matched his coldness, he would be believed by someone if he was a young man.

Song Lanjiang packed up his clothes, and on the way back to the broken kiln, he used the footwork of stepping on the sand in the wind.

Yesterday's practice and the strengthening of the blood-colored space at night were actually used on the road, and Song Lanjiang found that it was not as easy as he imagined.

In just a quarter of a moment's journey, Song Barjiang took up the wind and walked on sand, saving one-third of the time than usual, but when he arrived at the entrance of the broken kiln, Song Barjiang's whole body was already wheezing.

Song Lanjiangfa felt that his windward sand steps were too unskilled, and his physical strength was too poor, and it seemed that it was too early to really use it.

Entering the broken kiln, Song Lanjiang picked up the little baby girl, and coaxed her upside down, the little baby girl felt the shaking, opened her eyes, and babbled at Song Lanjiang.