Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 240 Sword heart is faint, sword bones are numerous

An Zhisu stood in the center of the field, Feiyan Sword and Hanlie Sword returned to the front at the same time, one left and one right.

She was covered in blood and bruises all over her body, and her right hand was hanging limply, and several bones inside had been broken.

Directly in front of her was the Golden Core cultivator whose chest was pierced by the Flying Smoke Sword.

The other party opened and closed his lips slightly, and spit out hoarse words:

Jian Xin! Jian Xin! For whom are the long clatters ringing? But I heard...

Before he finished speaking, his head was beheaded by the Feiyan Sword, and the subsequent voices also disappeared into the air with the disintegrating mist.

An Zhisu pinched the sword formula with his left hand, almost trembling with anger.

What is for whom does the long clatter clatter? none of your business!

A pickled thing that deserves a thousand knives!

She was extremely upset at this moment, even though she rationally convinced herself that junior brother will be fine, she still couldn't help but burn with worry.

What if after leaving the secret realm, she finds out that her junior brother has not come out... Thinking of this possibility, she wished to tear down the entire Baiyu Capital.

Reluctantly calming down again, An Zhisu was not in a hurry to leave, but quickly sat cross-legged on the spot.

First, he took out the pill bottle from his sleeve and took a pill.

As Shushan's Mowing Sword Immortal and Public Enemy of All Peaks, she was challenged eighteen times in one month, and suffered countless serious injuries.

As for how to heal himself, he is naturally very proficient.

As the potency of the elixir dissipated in the meridians, An Zhisu stretched out his left hand and tapped several large acupoints on his right arm, and then straightened the fractures one by one, urging his true essence to heal.

After fully recovering from her injuries, she managed to stand up and walked towards the sixth pavilion.

The originally azure-colored Taoist robe of Shu Mountain was now full of blood, extremely dirty.

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Underground environment, Floating Mountain level.

Almost a day has passed... Although Ling Yunpo didn't feel anything, Ah Jing was counting the time after all.

Ten hours have passed since I met the giant man.

Although a practitioner can not eat, drink or sleep, but fighting (or being beaten) for a whole day is naturally a heavy mental burden.

Ling Yunpo had no experience in fighting body refiners before, and only now did he realize how tricky it was.

It's too late to cast Taoism, and it's the fastest Leifa. This side recites a mantra in his heart, and as soon as the method is pinched, the opponent has already rushed in front of him.

Casting a spell at close range, maybe it didn't cause any harm to anyone, and he was hit half to death by the impact first.

In this case, only faster flying swords or magic weapons can be used.

It is impossible to bring Luo Yan's magic weapon with him, only the Qingping Sword and Lei Shijian can be used.

The problem is: the physical attack of the two flying swords cannot break the opponent's defense...

It is obvious that the Secret Realm arranged for body refiners to appear here, just to tell themselves, Just concentrate on learning how to be beaten, and don't think about fighting back.

But what does it mean to learn to be beaten?

It takes ten thousand hammers to cast a hundred steels. Could it be that, as Po Jing said, I have to be beaten half to death?

Thinking of this, Ling Yunpo received another heavy punch in the abdomen.

After such a long period of beatings, his body was almost developing an instinctive reaction. His eyes saw that it was impossible to dodge, and he hunched up the moment the fist touched his body.

He was thrown out by the force, landed on the ground and rolled a few times, and lost the force.

Ling Yunpo got up in embarrassment, and was about to meet the next wave of beatings, when he saw the strong man standing there, nodding with arms folded and saying:

Wonderful! As expected of a natural sword bone! The body is as tough as a bamboo branch, and the wind and rain can't see the pine.

After finishing speaking, his figure turned into water again and collapsed.

Ling Yunpo: ……………

The other party's last comment, You look really handsome when you were beaten, made him wonder whether to be happy or sad for a while.

Ling Yunpo performed the Universal Voiceless Small Brightness Art again, healed his bruised body, and then took a short rest before leaving the cave.

Stepping into the third room, I saw the water on the ground rising again, converging into a human shape... No, not a human, why is it in the shape of a big cat?

Meow, the name is 'Extreme Power'. The big cat licked his palm and said, Sword bone, sword bone, sit and watch the six roads and listen to the wind, no matter... that, um, what is it? ?”

Ling Yunpo looked at it dully.

It doesn't matter. The big cat showed a humane smile, I really can't remember your human poems, anyway, this level is to train your ability to 'brake with stillness'. Meow, are you ready? I'm going to rush oh...

Before he finished speaking, it suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared. Ling Yunpo felt a strong force coming, and before he could even release the force, he was knocked over and rolled several times on the ground.

Standing up in embarrassment, he saw that the Taoist robe on his chest had been torn, and there were three sharp claw marks on it.

This monster is so fast!

You must know that after washing the marrow, even if the flying sword is fully driven and turned into a streamer, Ling Yunpo thought to himself that he could see a thing or two clearly.

However, before the big cat pounced, even the afterimage was only for a moment, as for the movement process, it was not clear at all!

It is not even clear where the attack came from, how to resist and deal with it?

Wait, it said brake with static before, that is to say, it needs to train me how to deal with the situation of not keeping up with the opponent's speed.

Ling Yunpo got up and jumped back, and immediately pressed his back against the wall, so that he didn't have to worry about sneak attacks from behind.

Qingping Sword and Lei Shujian floated in front of the left and right, always ready to defend against attacks from three sides.

But the big cat was just pacing leisurely in the stagnant water in front of it, with a weird smile on its face that seemed to imitate a human being.

Are you leaning against the wall? Meow. It looks like a good idea, but the terrain restricts my attack route, what about you? Isn't your evasion direction also reduced?

It finished speaking in a leisurely manner, and suddenly disappeared in place again.

Ling Yunpo didn't know well, he got another claw on his chin, his whole head was thrown back, and the back of his head collided heavily with the wall, all of a sudden.

Damn it! The stinky cat is right!

Since I can't keep up with the opponent's speed at all, there is essentially no difference whether the opponent attacks from the front, the side or the back.

But the wall behind him directly hindered the possibility of rolling and unloading.

Um?

Ling Yunpo suddenly had an idea and realized that the second level would train him how to unload his strength. Could it be because the third level would be violently abused?

Thinking about it carefully, isn't it because you will be beaten violently in the second level to train yourself to dare to get hurt in the first level?

In other words, this so-called Fujue Mountain Trial is actually a complete set of training courses for those born with sword bones. The content of each level is based on each other and interlocking.

Dare to be injured, skillfully unload force, and then deal with enemies who can't keep up with the speed, and learn to brake statically...

The smile on the big cat's face suddenly disappeared, because it saw Ling Yunpo stepping forward with his eyes closed, his right hand forming a sword finger in front of his chest, and his left hand pinching the sword formula hidden behind his waist, posing a Night Fight All Directions pose.

The so-called night battle refers to the strategy of completely abandoning vision when it is difficult to see in the dark night.

Warriors rely on hearing and wind, while monks rely on spiritual consciousness.

As a result, the big cat's eyes became more playful, and it slowly circled around Ling Yunpo, sometimes getting closer and sometimes moving away, as if testing the scope of his spiritual perception.

Ling Yunpo didn't move, but closed his eyes. Qingping Sword stood in front of him, and Lei Shujian stood behind him, like a static sculpture.