At this moment, Qi Ming's heart almost collapsed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Normally...... Shouldn't it be that you, a kendo rookie, are carrying a divine weapon, and the master picks up a wooden sword and pretends to be forced?

Is there something wrong with this script?

What life and death can stimulate potential, the greater the pressure, the greater the progress, so you use the wooden sword and I use the chop......

It's a lie, isn't it?!

So this guy completely feels a sense of accomplishment to watch himself run around the house, right?

It must be so, absolutely, right?!

"The trick of 'collapse' is to see the opponent's moves, calculate the trajectory, come first, and use the most effortless way to break the opponent at the weakest point. ”

"Now that you have these eyes that can see through all laws, there is no obstacle for you in the most difficult part of 'collapse'. ”

"So what you have to do now is practice it over and over again until you get it into practice. ”

Ji slanted to take a step towards Qi Ming, and walked towards Qi Ming unhurriedly, preaching constantly.

But Qi Ming clearly saw his purple eyes...... There is clearly a hint of a deeply hidden joke.

The soul is light!

It's a pity that the situation is stronger than people, not to mention that Ji is just feeding him, and it is impossible to make any heavy moves.

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem to make much difference whether the sword is chopping autumn or the wooden sword in his hand.

Qi Ming still decided to endure it......

"Look at it, my sword, when I used it, could stir up the Nine Heavens Galaxy, it was as strong as the ancestor of the dragon and phoenix, and I didn't dare to despise the edge......"

"I'll go to your uncle's!"

Qi Ming was furious, and immediately grabbed the slender wooden sword in his hand, which looked pitifully fragile compared to Cho Qiu, and rushed towards the sword with a fierce momentum.

......

Half of the wooden sword flew out sideways.

After slashing across Qi Ming's cheeks, the castration did not decrease, and it was inserted straight into the dark wall of the bronze cast iron in the Tower of Babel, and the tail buzzed and trembled for a few breaths, and suddenly collapsed into the sky of wood ashes, and reverted to the aura.

There is some warmth on the cheeks.

Qi Ming subconsciously touched it, looked down and saw that his hands were full of blood.

At the same time, the body constructed by the purple aura, at the same position on the cheeks, also collapsed into an identical opening in an instant.

It's just that he doesn't bleed.

"It seems that you are not fully aware of the current situation. The general slashed Qiu, his face turned cold, "I am here to fight you with the belief of killing you now." ”

There was a moment of silence.

The wound on Qi Ming's cheek had healed.

Even the blood scabs had fallen off, and there was no sign of injury at all.

Qi Ming, who was stunned for a while, finally moved his eyes slightly, as if he had just come back to his senses, and stared at Qi Ming in a blink of an eye, and Qi Ming's face finally showed an unprecedented solemn look.

Didn't open his mouth to say anything superfluous.

Qi Ming raised his hand and made a move, and a wooden sword instantly constructed from the wood attribute aura flew out of the weapon rack, and came to Qi Ming's hand in the blink of an eye.

The next moment.

Qi Ming raised the wooden sword in his hand, and his gaze became extremely focused in an instant.

"Come on. ”

The response was from Chopaki, a crisp sword sound.

......

It's an exaggeration.

But in fact, he is now limited by the body constructed by that aura, and like Qi Ming, he also only has the realm cultivation of the early stage of the Jiedan.

Since the realm is similar, although Qi Ming has almost no power to fight back, he will not fall into death, avoid the heavy and light, move and transfer, but he will not be killed by a sword like just now.

Even if he is a master of swordsmanship and his combat power is unmatched...... In the end, it was still the early stage of the knot, relying on the benefits of cutting autumn, which made Qi Ming feel extremely tricky.

The wooden sword in his hand is not even qualified to fight against Qiu Qiu, which is how Qi Ming does not retreat everywhere.

It's not a way to just blindly retreat.

As the pace approached, although there was a lot of space in this practice room, it seemed to be extremely wide...... But as the battle situation became more and more protracted, the room for Qi Ming to exert himself became smaller and smaller.

If you don't think about flexibility, I'm afraid it won't be long before the chopping autumn in Ji's hand will pierce Qi Ming's chest mercilessly.

Although there is a treasure gourd, no matter how serious the injury is, as long as there is enough True Yuan Aura, his body functions can be repaired quickly in a very short time, but ......

As long as it is a normal person, who is willing to get hurt?

What's more, he will have to retreat for more than ten days next.

This means that he will have to fight with Ji for more than ten days.

Wounded?

It's just hundreds, thousands of times.

......

Ten days passed.

Qi Ming is indifferent to the changes in the outside world.

At this moment, he was lying motionless on the ground, letting the purple aura on his chest repair the wounds, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling, as if he had lost his soul.

In the past ten days, he couldn't remember how many thousands of times the wooden sword in his hand had been broken.

Almost every inch of his body has been wounded by swords.

At the worst time, his entire arm in his right hand, along with his shoulder, was slashed off by a sword.

If it weren't for the healing effect of the treasure gourd, I'm afraid he would have died many times.

But then again...... If it weren't for the treasure gourd having such an effect, the Jie probably wouldn't have such a heavy hand.

The matter has come to this, and Qi Ming has nothing to say.

Anyway, the injury has long been numb to the point of habituality for him.

In contrast, every improvement in swordsmanship can make his mood change.

Every time he thought he had seen the sword moves of the Jie clearly, and when he boldly counterattacked, he would be destroyed by the random sword that Jie seemed to have at his fingertips.

As his understanding of 'Honko' gradually deepened, the number of counterattacks gradually increased.

Correspondingly, the number of his failures is also almost exploding in geometric progression.

On the tenth day.

The numerical growth in the number of failures, as if it had also reached a certain critical value, suddenly slowed down.

Of course, the number of successes, for now...... It's zero.

"Although the sword just now is a bit unsatisfactory, but seeing that your cultivation time is still short, you can't force it. He stood solemnly with his slashing on the ground, his eyes faintly looked at Qi Ming, who was on the ground and had no image at all, and said slowly, "Faster." ”

"It's easy to say...... the purple light in his chest dimmed, Qi Ming gasped for a moment, turned over and sat up, "Continue." ”

"No need. Ji shook his head unexpectedly, "It's no longer necessary." ”

"Why?" Qi Ming frowned, "Give me a little more time, I will definitely be able to do it......"

"It's enough. As he spoke, he threw Cho Qiu back to Qi Ming, and suddenly raised his hand to summon a wooden sword, "Your practice has reached a bottleneck for the time being, and it is useless to practice more, let you experience it yourself, and you will be beneficial." ”

"What do you mean......" Qi Ming looked up at Ji, his eyes revealing a hint of inquiry.

"You take the chopping autumn, and I take the wooden sword. ”

"Okay! That's what you said!" Qi Ming got up suddenly, and his face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy, "Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi!

"......" Ji glanced at Qi Ming with a flat gaze, and there was no fluctuation in his heart. (To be continued.) )