Scream!

A cut was cut by sharp claws on his shoulder, and some minced meat was stained with the sharp teeth in his stinky mouth. Nie Kong's elbow hit the head of the pieced beast opposite. After the crisp sound of the crack, the sword in his hand had to face the attack from behind.

I was very uncomfortable, or I couldn't fight for a while, and the wounds on my body were increasing day by day. However, as I continued to adapt, there were fewer and fewer scenes of Nie Kong waking up from self-study or helping with Haideng River.

Without other thoughts, besides practicing, in this endless battle, there is only the invasion of loneliness. He always needs to find some thoughts for himself, always make himself unable to lose his life for what he wants. He has a guided progress in his heart, but there is never an accurate end. He is full of tumbled and pieced together humans and beasts. He can't stop even if he is tired when he opens his eyes. He doesn't want to make himself a part of his body in the next moment, swallowed, chewed, squeezed, and crushed...

Tick ​​tick, the sound of blood dripping...

Hiss... um... uh... uh...

Crack, hiss, the crisp sound of the sword cutting the flesh...

Tag, the muddy and softness of the ground...

In your ears, you are listening to strange sounds that make you have endless imagination. Imagine that in the battle that almost never stops, killing has become something that must exist in breathing. These sounds, together with the pictures seen in your eyes, constantly invade your own strong bearing nerves, just like letting you see a pot of white tofu brain before your brain bursts. When you are having fun eating, cold-ran looks up and finds that the pictures around you have changed, and someone is smashed to break the brain.

After a moment of sensory impact, the sensory stimulation followed one after another. No wonder it is said that this Blood Cave Secret Realm will be dead for a lifetime. Not to mention anything else, it has been almost ten days since it came in. This constant battle is second. What you see every day is the cruelty of devouring and killing. Can you continue to eat when you eat? When you wield weapons and want to harvest their lives, are you afraid that one day you will become their Chinese food?

If you are afraid of this kind of emotion, in the secret realm of the Blood Cave, you must not be stupid or bold, or you must be just a stubborn person. If you attack every moment, if you are not crazy, you will be a strong man who can shake any courageous test.

Haidunjiang had actually discovered it a long time ago. After more than ten years of hard work, Nie Kong has a literary temperament. Under his violent madness, he uses strong willpower to control himself. It is far from the appearance of everyone who looks like he is invincible. Every day when he rests, Haidunjiang can see Nie Kong closing his eyes and doing nothing in an incense stick of time. He just closed his eyes quietly, his expression and eyebrows are no different from the self-cultivation of the wood. In fact, his muscles under his clothes are tense, and his veins are pounding and trembling slightly. The real reflection of his body makes the storm in his heart appear slightly shallow.

Whenever the heavy rain corresponding to rest falls during the day, Nie Kong will give up fighting in self-study, wave the "blade" in his hand, speed up his pace, and rush towards the established direction in his heart for an hour. At this time, any creature in front of the sword will be destroyed, and the impact steps will be equal to the first half of the day.

Hai Duanjiang knew that he was venting, and he was still calming down in a harsh environment and almost desperate situation. He was not a person who was so nervous that he didn't think about anything. All he had to do was persist, persist, and persist, just like those ten years of persistence.

Ask yourself, Haidunjiang didn't feel that he could endure Nie Kong's almost self-abuse cultivation with his persistence and persistence. This young man was moving forward with his persistence and persistence on a road where Haidunjiang didn't know the end. It was not good to say whether it was a bright road, but it was definitely an unprecedented new road. How far can he go? Haidunjiang dared not guess. He only knew that he, who had once stood at the peak of the Hundred Refining Martial Emperor, no longer had the qualifications to guide Nie Kong - in the direction of experience and perseverance that young warriors lack the most.

Never have ten days so long, never practiced so unbearable, never have such a moment to close your eyes and have a full sleep.

The wounds on the body were stacking, and the pain seemed to be gone. I looked at the new wound added to the arm injury in a daze. The arm was slightly pressed and the muscles squeezed and expanded, and the blood no longer flowed. The muscles pressed the blood vessels, and only some blood stains were oozing out of the epidermal tissue. I got used to the wound, used to it, used to it.

In the body, the breath is constantly flowing, very slowly, afraid of being busy making mistakes, afraid of walking in the meridians by mistake, like a toddler, step by step, step by step, steady, not falling, not seeking speed, and be at ease step by step.

Outside of the body, in the bloody world, Nie Kong was constantly waving the "blade" in his hand, which was very awkward. His body seemed to be bound, and it was always difficult to use his hands and feet, and his power was much worse.

In the square seal, the "Nie Kong" with no image held "can" and fought cautiously with Haidunjiang. He was knocked away again and again, but he tried to adapt to the same close fighting rhythm and was knocked away again and again.

Countless groups and pieces of human and beast general Nie Kong squeezed around him. After several hours, he moved only less than two kilometers away. However, Nie Kong didn't care at all. As long as he could practice himself and continue to move forward in the endless secret realm of the Blood Cave, even an inch of land a day would not be a waste of time.

At first, it was close combat and self-study. As time went by, when the daily rest time came, Nie Kong found new fun for Kong's boring years. So what if the environment was harsh, then he would adapt to it. So what if the loneliness was hard to endure, then he would get used to it. So what if there were more wounds, so it would be too much to get used to it. It wouldn't matter.

Strong adaptability and learning progress ability are the only place in Nie Kong's body that surpasses others. As for loneliness, he lived in Qingjing Mountain for more than ten years and was accompanied by a mute man. The only difference from here is that he needs to fight here, Qingjing Mountain, and endure the pain of humiliation.

Self-entertainment was once the joy of reading, but now it is the joy of correcting combat techniques. Now it is self-cultivation that requires self-cultivation and close combat, and one must focus on correcting combat techniques with the purity of self-cultivation...

Practice, fight, eat, vent, take a nap...

The cycle repeats itself, day by day, the rotation of time seems to have stopped its effectiveness here. There is no concept of time, only the day's noon sunshine and midnight rainstorm, Nie Kong's own opinion of noon and midnight...

At the same time, in this blood cave secret realm with gear effect, everyone is looking for their own direction, but they develop from all sides but have the same destination. In the end, they are all moving in one direction.

Faced with endless battles, everyone has their own unique choices. In the pictures, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one

ps: Pass a chapter first, and the rest is a little later.
Chapter completed!