Memories are often faint, especially a memory that is not very clear, and suddenly, Jiang Feng remembered someone.

A few years later, in the middle of the desert, a swordsman, a blind swordsman, died at the hands of a group of horse thieves.

His sword was no less fast, but alas, his eyes were not covered by hair, but by darkness. In the end, he never saw the peach blossom again, unlike the peach blossom in his hand, which was the most beautiful peach blossom.

Jiang Feng still found an inn where he could stay before the sky was completely dark, Li Mochou actually had money, but in the blink of an eye, Jiang Feng didn't care. With Li Mochou's kung fu, no money is an abnormal thing.

Although the side dishes in the small town do not have the luxury of delicacies from the mountains and seas, they also have a unique flavor.

Although there are two tables, the dishes on the table are exactly the same. It's one thing to be rich, it's another thing to be able to spend money. The best way to get through the most blank stage of ignorance is to imitate.

The direction of the swordsman is exactly the opposite of Jiang Feng and the three of them, although the cold night will not bring survival troubles to a long-adrift Jianghu person, but such a night will never bring people a good mood.

Jiang Feng didn't know why he had become a little worried today, perhaps, just because the other party was also a swordsman.

Jiang Feng practiced martial arts and swords, just because both martial arts and swordsmanship were the most advantageous tools for killing. In this world, many times, if you don't kill people, people will kill you, and the reason is probably that you are unlucky to appear here.

The swordsman's sword was fast, and if it was a blow from the sword, the two would probably be evenly divided. But after the first blow, Jiang Feng never had a chance to make a second sword.

The accumulation and heat of internal force, Jiang Feng has already reached, and the reason why it has not been penetrated for a long time is just because there is no urgent pressure.

Tonight, Jiang Feng didn't sleep, in the past few years, Jiang Feng has always slept very early, no one will give up the most convenient and effective internal force cultivation method, Jiang Feng is no exception.

Although thoughtless and immaculate is the superior realm of inner kung fu cultivation, if there is a lack of great success, there will be gains, and there will inevitably be losses.

At this time, Jiang Feng put his whole body into a strange shape, but when he saw that he was under his head and feet, he was covered by the heavenly spirit on the ground, and the posture of his two hands was even more strange, like a coiled python.

After a while, he changed to his left hand to support the ground, his body parallel to the ground, but his two feet turned over and hooked his neck. Handstands, sideways, stretching legs and necks, backhand grasping ears and other strange postures, these unimaginable tricks are all from the bloody knife secrets on the treasure elephant.

This "Blood Knife Sutra" is the general recipe of internal and external skills in the Blood Knife Gate, and each page of the atlas is very weird, which is very different from ordinary kung fu. Although this skill has the miraculous effect of breaking through the neck bottle, it does not belong to the righteous path after all, and if the cultivation is not enough, there is inevitably some risk of going mad in the cultivation.

However, at this time, Jiang Feng suddenly felt that sometimes, he should not simply wait, but should do something for him.

As Jiang Feng's internal force began to surge wildly under the action of the Blood Knife Sutra, the warm breath in the hundreds of bones around Jiang Feng continued to swim around Jiang Feng, making Jiang Feng have a feeling of being baked.

The internal force is to the acupuncture channel, just like the river is to the reservoir. Boiling water is far more terrible than cold water for the destructive power of the levee.

This kind of boiling internal force, used to impact the new acupoint, is naturally invincible, but once it fails, it will often cause some irreparable damage to the impacted acupoint. However, there are still too few perfect things in this world, and the swordsman is by no means the real top master in this world, but it is enough to threaten the existence of Jiang Feng.

As the internal force of the river wind boiled like boiling water, the perineal acupoint between the front and back of the river wind seemed to be pierced by the heat through a small hole, and the slightest trace of hot air passed from the perineal point to the Changqiang point at the end of the spine. The perineum of the human body, Changqiang and the two acupoints are only a few inches apart, but the perineum belongs to the Ren pulse, and Changqiang is the Du pulse, and the internal breath of the two veins is never connected. At this time, the internal breath in Jiang Feng's body was forcibly urged, and he finally broke through the great difficulty of Ren and Du for him.

This internal breath leads into the Changqiang acupoint, ascending from the waist Yu, Yangguan, lifemen, and hanging pivot acupoints, all the way up along the spine, and walking is the back of the governor's various acupoints, and then the spine, the center, the tendons, the yang, the Lingtai, the Shinto, the body pillar, the Tao Dao, the big vertebrae, the stump, the Fengfu, the brain, the strong room, the back of the top, and to the top of the door of the Baihui acupoints.

Ren Du had two pulses and one connection, and Jiang Feng only felt that the internal force in his body had formed a huge Zhou Tian cycle. At this time, a steady stream of internal force came from the hundreds of bones around him, and scattered all the hundreds of bones around him, and between his gestures, Jiang Feng only felt that he seemed to have inexhaustible strength in his body at this time.

Before connecting the two lineages of Ren Du, if a person has already cultivated one kind of internal martial arts, he is often unable to practice other internal forces. Otherwise, once there is a mistake in the practice, it will be easy to go mad and endanger your life.

Therefore, although Jiang Feng had the secret of the blood knife, the divine scripture, and the magic skill of Arhat subduing demons in hand, at best, it was just a reference. Only by opening up the two veins of Ren Du and the master whose internal strength has been circulating unhindered can he further practice more advanced internal kung fu that suits him.

At this time, the river wind has become a big week, and he can't help but let out a cry in his mouth, this sound is like a dragon chanting Daze, a tiger roaring deep valley, and it is transmitted far away.

It turns out that when a person's internal skills have reached a certain level, they will often make a loud noise unconsciously. In the past, when the Ming Palace's palace was at war with the Jiaozhi Kingdom, the great Confucian Shi Yanwen practiced in the barracks in the middle of the night, and suddenly roared, and the whole army was shocked.

At this time, Jiang Feng let out a long howl, although it could not be compared with Shi Yanwen's skills in the past, but in an inn, for a while, he was also awakened by Jiang Feng's long howl.

"Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

Shi Zhongjian, who was anxiously knocking on the door outside the door, asked urgently, obviously Shi Zhongjian was still very concerned about Jiang Feng.

"I'm fine, okay, Zhongyu, don't worry, go back and rest!"

Opening the door, Jiang Feng, who was in a good mood, patted Shi Zhongjian's shoulder and said softly.

Shi Zhongjian is indeed an excellent child, smart, hardworking, obedient, seeing that Jiang Feng was fine, he soon left slowly under Jiang Feng's comfort.

"Miss Li, thank you for your concern, but staying up late is a woman's natural enemy, Miss Li should go back and rest early!"

"You whore, who cares about you, huh!"

There was a "bang" of the door closing, and the night was finally quiet.