It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! It

The body kept making a "bang" sound, and blood burst out from the pores, forming a layer of blood mist that shrouded Yang Ran's thin body, making him feel like he was in purgatory, constantly tormenting, and hundreds of millions of skin and flesh tissue cells around his body were torn and restored.

The tendons, bones, internal organs, and dantian of the whole body seem to have countless ants gnawing and biting, and the itchy feeling makes people almost want to commit suicide!

The most unbearable thing is that the soul seems to be pierced by ten thousand needles, divided into a trace of soul consciousness, and then constantly crushed, crushed, and then repaired and healed by purple energy again.

It was the energy of the Spirit Heart Grass to protect the soul, but it was too painful, Yang Ran's soul seemed to be submerged and swallowed by the darkness, leaving only a trace of clear consciousness, just like a sailboat struggling to survive in the waves, which could be submerged at any time!

"Close your eyes and sleep!

"When you fall asleep, there is no pain!"

"Don't bear the pain! Rest for a while!"

The words of temptation kept echoing in his ears, urging people to fall asleep peacefully, Yang Ran's eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, almost closed!

If there is a martial arts power beside Yang Ran, you will find that Yang Ran has a Baihui acupoint on his head, and a soul lamp on both shoulders and a soul lamp, which is slightly bright and swaying!

It is as if a breeze can extinguish it! It also represents that Yang Ran's flame of life is about to die!

At this critical moment!

"Buzz!"

There was a sound of knives, this was a heavy knife with a blade full of colorful rust, the knife was three feet long and three inches wide, there was nothing surprising, but it was already psychic!

"No!! how could I!"

This sword roar suddenly woke up Yang Ran's last clear consciousness that was about to sink into darkness, and sent out a fire with the spark of a star!

Yang Ran's eyes suddenly opened, a strange blood-red color rose from his eyes as clear as water, and the momentum of bloodthirsty and crazy as a wild wolf was released from his thin body.

It's this strange state again, crazy Yang Ran!

"Poof!" Yang Ran put all the spare medicinal herbs into the boiling dark green potion.

It's crazy! It's crazy! It's really crazy! This is a double dose, and it can definitely poison the strong person of the Spiritual Mirror!

But if you don't go crazy, you won't survive!

"Yang Ran, do you still want to be a waste after five years?"

"Do you still want to be that cowardly and incompetent waste who is bullied, tramples on dignity at will, is divorced by his fiancée, and is cowardly and incompetent?"

"Do you still want to be that son of man, whose parents have been separated and who is powerless?! Strength! You only need strength! You can do anything you want!!"

"I can die, but I can't be so defeated!"

The roar in Yang Ran's mind was like a flood of Zhong Da Lu, and his mind gradually stabilized, and he began to silently recite the scriptures of the Tao Te Ching and the Yi Jin Jing.

"The Tao can be the way, and the non-constant way is also. The name can be named, and the name is not constant. Nameless, the beginning of all things...... Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things. All things are negative yin and embrace yang, and they are impulsive and think that they are ......"

"The standing period is upright, and the ring is arched to the chest. The spirit is calm, and the heart is clear and respectful......"

The golden scriptures were gradually imprinted in his mind, and he will never forget them!

Yang Ran's tendons and veins corroded by poison, the broken dantian, and the flesh that pierced the intestines began to emit a golden light, and there were constantly shocking chanting sounds, as if there were high-ranking monks chanting, as if there were hundreds of millions of gods chanting, and as if the fairy spirits were sending out a hymn of life across time and space!

The flesh, skin, flesh and blood cells, meridians, muscles and bones, blood vessels, and dantian are constantly reshaped under the golden rays, becoming stronger, and more billions of cells in the body seem to be shouting, becoming more energetic and more potential!

A perfect body exudes a brilliant light like the sun, and the muscle fibers are the most regular and perfect structure, "Bang Bang!" The heart beats vigorously and powerfully, and the blood in the veins is like the Yangtze River.

If you don't break it, you can't stand it!

Yang Ran was full of thick black hair, dancing without wind, his black eyes were like ink, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and the wicks on both shoulders representing the spirit soul lamp and the qi soul lamp bloomed colorless flowers!

The wick blooms, and it blooms in 10,000 years!

This is the flower of destiny, change your life against the sky!

The second realm of the Tao Te Ching, the realm of two flowers, the realm of one flower, the realm of superhuman understanding. The realm of two flowers, this is the understanding of a true genius!

The realm of "Yijin Jing" is not broken or standing!

From then on, his Yang Ran's comprehension is the comprehension of a true genius! His qualifications, with a perfect body, who competes!

Yang Ran put on a Tsing Yi robe, jumped out of the bathtub, and walked to the heavy knife with a rusty black iron blade, his fingers slashed across the blade, and the cold air was Ling Ran! "Old man, thank you!"

This Xuantie heavy knife was given to him by his father when he was nine years old, and in the past five years, the world has slandered him, bullied him, insulted him, laughed at him, despised him, despised him, hated him, and deceived him, only this knife silently accompanied him and never gave up!

Yang Ran's spirit was bright, his sharpness was revealed, and he smiled brightly: "From now on, let us cross the sky and kill all the people who deceive me in the world!"

"Buzz!"

The blade buzzed!

After disposing of the residue of the potion, he washed up for a while, and came to the courtyard with the black iron knife on his back.

Shout!

Yang Ran smiled wildly, drew his knife and danced, and practiced the eight swords of the waves.

Haitao Eight Blades, the first six styles are nameless, the seventh style is "Wave Fury" and the eighth style is "Haitao Eight Volumes".

Luck condensed, the knife style flowed in his heart, Yang Ran swung the knife and slashed obliquely, starting to cultivate from the first style.

Type 1, Type 2...... Sixth Formula.

Type 1, Type 2...... Sixth Formula.

Yang Ran performed it twice in a row, and there was no obscure feeling that he had practiced to the fifth style before, but he was a little like a fish in water.

Call!

Yang Ran exhaled a long breath, knowing that this was due to the improvement of his understanding and qualifications, he completely emptied his mind and danced the knife technique freely.

Once, twice...... Ten times......

After a dozen times in a row, the move gradually broke free from the shackles, light and agile, and the seventh style "Sea Wave Fury" also unfolded, like angry waves, sweeping in all directions, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground, like thousands of sharp blades whistling, cutting through the void, flying all over the sky.

Half an hour later.

Type 1...... To the seventh style, the whole action is done in one go, one move and one style are like flowing water, no fancy, full of beauty.

Yang Ran stood with a knife in his hand, as if he had an understanding.

Pull out the knife again, a knife like a wave rolling, a heavy wave after another wave, the wave overlaps eight times, this is the last style of the eight knives of the sea, but also its essence "eight volumes of the sea"

Martial arts under the human level, Haitao Eight Swords, Dacheng!

Qiang

The Xuantie Sword suddenly entered the sheath, and in less than an hour, the eight swords of Haitao were completed! Yang Ran was surprised, even if his comprehension was raised to the level of a true genius, he couldn't be so demonic!

Not only that, while he was practicing the knife, his body was constantly tempered, qi and blood ran through the muscles and bones of the whole body, the internal strength floated, the itching sensation was transmitted to the nerves, and a trace of milky white true qi continued to derive from the muscles, bones, skin and flesh, entering the meridians, rushing and roaring to impact the dantian!

Boom!

In the past five years, he has impacted the fourth true dantian barrier of the post-spiritual realm countless times, and it has been directly shattered like a papier-mâché! The milky white true qi gathers into the dantian and becomes a mist, and the cultivation has crossed the fourth stage of the post-spiritual realm, the middle stage, and is stable at the peak of the late stage!

The cultivation that has never broken through in five years has also broken through!

Yang Ran thought about it for a while, and then realized that it might be that the effect of the medicine that changed the perception of the qualification had not yet passed.

Thinking of this, Yang Ran wanted to take this opportunity to practice a boxing martial art, Tiger Fist, but just as he was about to cultivate.

Hearing only the sound of "clang", a young man in yellow broke into the door and walked towards Yang Ran with his head held high.

Yang Ran sneered, "Just as I was about to temper my boxing technique, someone sent me to practice boxing, and God really helped me!"