Becoming God With Spirits

　　The heat spreads, rolling like a damp.

　　 This majestic medicinal power was tightly blocked by the sword energy in Zhou Kai's body. Following Zhou Kai's simple postwork to temper the body, it slowly absorbed and refined, strengthened the bones, and contained the five internal organs.

I don’t know how long later, the heat disappeared and the sword qi was weak. Zhou Kai exhaled a suffocating breath. He felt relieved and his strength skyrocketed. At this moment, the long sword that could only be controlled with the sword qi, feels at ease with his own strength. No effect.

　　 This cultivation pill is indeed magical. It instantly advanced his body to several levels, almost saving the equivalent of one or two years of ordinary people's stubborn power.

　　 is that the number is a little bit smaller, only one, if there are a few more, then it will be delicious.

　　 Excited in his heart, Zhou Kai looked at it, and he was covered in stinky sweat again, and it was jet-black. Obviously, some impurities in his body were forced out by the tempering of the pill.

　　 This is a good thing, the less impurity in the body, the better the body, the body is great, it is delicious to eat.

　　 Putting down the long knife, Zhou Kai began to study the notebook and the red pen again.

　　 The red pen is a brush, the barrel is dark red, as if blood is soaked, and the tip of the pen is solidified, and it looks like it has been abandoned.

　　 The notebook is the kind of retro book popular in the Republic of China. It is very light and thin. There are countless ghost symbols written in it, and some traditional characters. Zhou Kai opened a few pages, and there was a hard, paper-like thing inside. When you spread it out, you will find that there are game routines like numbers, words and the like used by normal pens.

　　 After a few glances, Zhou Kai smiled: "It looks scary, but it's actually the same, little raccoon, let's play together at night."

　　 The little raccoon is complaining about Zhou Kai's eating alone. He glared at him and said, "I'm not playing."

　　 Zhou Kai glanced at her: "No, you want to play."

　　 Little Tanuki: "..."

　　 After finishing speaking, Zhou Kai got up, lifted the knife and left the ancient building directly. His body had just been greatly improved. It was a good time to practice the knife, and Zhou Kai couldn't wait.

　　 Observation Deck, Zhou Kai held a long knife, calmly.

　　 The inherited knife skills information, integrated and divided, there are three steps in total.

　　 Basic, knife skills, horse warfare.

The basis of 　　 is to exercise the body, to adapt and be familiar with the knife. Zhou Kai cheated with the sword spirit, and had to build the foundation with the pill of cultivation. After completing the achievements of others for several years, he immediately started the second step, practicing the sword.

　　 Sword skills are not so profound either. There are eight moves in total, called the eight styles of mad fighting. It is a sword technique evolved from the battlefield. It is simple and straightforward.

　　 These eight moves are combined with each other, and there are other variables. If you are proficient with your heart, you can ramp up the battlefield and be invincible.

　　 The second step, the average person will take longer to practice, even a lifetime.

　　 Because of this step, it is necessary not only to continue to refine the body, maintain more physical strength and strength, but also to be familiar with the variables of the sword.

　　 The so-called eight styles of mad fighting are just the basis of the sword technique. You can integrate these eight sword techniques into your body and evolve sixteen, thirty-two, and even more variables. This is called practice.

　　 Zhou Kai directly passed on the knife skills information for decades, completely taking a shortcut and saving countless time.

　　 But it takes enough effort to reach the peak.

Eight strokes of the sword technique continued to emerge in his heart, Zhou Kai flicked his wrist, the long sword whizzed out, slashed in the air, and then, the sword was unstoppable, like a violent storm, pouring out, a knife was played by Zhou Kai The tiger is full of wind and fierce.

　　Eight-style killing skills were completed in an instant, and Zhou Kai was at ease with the sword.

　　 Really handsome, just come down with the set of swordsmanship just now, to say Master Dao, isn’t it too much? Who dares to kick the pavilion? Cut you with a knife.

　　 "Idiot."

　　 abruptly, a word rang.

　　 Zhou Kai was taken aback, looked around, suddenly raised the long knife, and stared: "Hey, you said me just now?"

　　 "The eight styles of mad fighting, the sword madman is not mad, the sword is like a dragon, a fatal blow, people are as quiet as water, and all directions are in the heart. You are crazy, the sword is chaotic, and your heart is nonsense. You put it on the battlefield and you will not live for three seconds."

　　 The words started again, unceremoniously.

Zhou Kai got angry and was about to scold him, suddenly he had a sudden change of thought, and then he smiled: "Yes, my sword skills should be the inheritance of you who robbed you. Speaking of which, you are a senior who has practiced swords for decades. It must be more awesome than me, how about it? Would you like to teach me? I can be regarded as your disciple again and teach me not to suffer."

　　 The words are silent.

　　 Just when Zhou Kai thought this guy would not agree, suddenly his voice sounded: "You practice again."

　　 Zhou Kai secretly happy.

　　 Being scolded and beaten by others are all trivial things. As long as they can become stronger, any suffering is a setback that Zhou Kai must face.

Without hesitation, Zhou Kai took a deep breath, concentrated on his breath, opened his posture, and made a sudden charge. Just when he was about to use his first sword technique, he suddenly gave a long knife, which brought a wave of strength to his body. He was crooked and almost fell.

　　 "Fuck, what's the matter?" Zhou Kai was startled.

　　 "You took the knife too slowly, the flanks were wide open, and you were not alert. Someone shot an arrow from your left and you were dead." The words sounded and the explanation was simple and clear.

　　 Zhou Kai's mouth twitched.

　　 Is this your point? Is it serious to shoot an arrow!

　　 But think about it, UU reading www.uukanshu.com seems really good.

　　 This is all about pointing out the biggest flaws, loopholes, and marking the problem. More effective than any words.

　　Perhaps, as long as oneself can perform the eight-style mad fighting under the hands of this big man without accident, then he will be a master!

After reacting, Zhou Kai didn't say anything. He set up his posture again and cleaved the knife directly, but the knife didn't stop, another force came, and then he explained with a voice: "An enemy suspended animation, hiding by your side. Sneak at you and you are dead."

The corners of his mouth twitched, Zhou Kai gritted his teeth, kept the problem in mind, and continued to practice the knife, but it was almost frame by frame. Zhou Kai's movements continued to pause, and the voice continued to point out the problem. Every time, Zhou Kai died, and every time he died They were caught off guard, it was almost as if they were being watched by the **** of death. Any mistake, the most bizarre way of death would come to him.

After 　　, Zhou Kai was sweating profusely, and his energy was a little trance.

　　 used to be proud of being a master of swordsmanship, full of energy. However, Zhou Kai was a little skeptical of life while giving instructions.

　　 "Come again."

　　 This time, Zhou Kai took the initiative to request, and then shot with a knife, accepting various accidental attacks.

　　 Time slowly passed.

　　 It was already two or three o'clock in the afternoon when Zhou Kai felt that his body was exhausted, and finally could not continue to practice.

"The most terrifying sword skill is the combination of human swords and the enemy's first opportunity. It can easily face all directions. Any impossible damage can be considered as a practice. This is the end of today and tomorrow." After the words were finished, there was silence.

　　 Zhou Kai lay on the ground, although tired, but contented.

　　 The feeling of progress is cool.