Trembling eyelashes, heavy breathing, and pretty blushing face. Dongchen put his hand on Christina's chest and squeezed it strangely: "Wait until I come back."
There was a slight sound of closing the door, and Christina slowly opened her eyes, her green cat eyes staring at the ceiling, with a faint smile on her lips, and she gradually fell asleep.
The setting sun is like a fire, and large flaming clouds are forming one piece on the horizon. The little angel Annie is sitting on the windowsill, next to a pot of jasmine flowers exuding fragrance.
Dong Chen walked over quietly and stroked her little head lovingly. His movements were extremely natural, as if he had done it countless times before.
"What are you thinking about?"
"nothing."
There was a hint of loneliness in the big eyes of Shui Lingling, which made Dongchen extremely heartbroken. This is the tragedy of this era, no one can tell whether he will die in the next moment.
Dongchen held the little girl in his arms and held her close to his solid chest, hoping to bring her some warmth.
As the sunset drifted away, Annie stared at Dongchen, who had watched the sunset with her silently, and suddenly smiled sweetly...
"Beautiful brother, you are so kind. Annie will give you a gift. Come with me."
Ji Liu slid down the window sill, and the little angel jumped to the door, waving to Dong Chen.
"Gift?"
Curiously, he was led by the little girl, and he walked all the way to a secret room. When he opened the door, Dongchen's eyes were immediately attracted by one of the things.
Annie picked it up and put it into Dongchen's hand.
This is a long sword with a scabbard. The scabbard is as dark as blood and decorated with bronze, exuding a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.
Dongchen slowly stroked the pattern and held the hilt of the sword with his right hand. With a soft cry, the sharp blade was unsheathed. The water-like sword body flashed with silver arcs.
"The name of the sword is Doji Kiriyanzuna. According to legend, it was one of the five swords in ancient Japan. It was named after it killed ghosts and monsters." Bergobold appeared at the door at an unknown time and explained.
Dongchen frowned, sheathed his sword, and gave Annie a gentle smile: "Thank you, little girl."
"My pretty brother likes it, and Annie is very happy too! Annie is going to cook, see you later."
As soon as the little angel figure disappeared around the corner, Bergobold's face became extremely wonderful: "It's a Japanese sword, do you really want it?"
"I seem to have never told you about my bloodline. How do you know that I am a descendant of Yan and Huang?"
Bergobald reluctantly looked at the boy Qie Anzang who was holding Dongchen in his hand and seemed not to give up, and sighed: "The East is a magical world. I have spent a long time studying your history, and I have
I once wanted to find the legendary gods."
"immortal?"
"Yes, they are gods." Bergobald nodded: "Heaven, earth, and human beings are divided into four and twelve levels. As long as they are willing to work hard, anyone can achieve the primary level. But if you want to break through to the human level, you must
The energy of perception must be awakened and stored in the body. When this energy reaches a certain level, liquefies, and can flow like blood, the awakened person will step into the earth."
Bergobald lit a cigarette: "After the earth level, there is the heaven level. Communicate the energy perceived by yourself and the outside world, and gain the power to transcend mortals. This is the current level score."
Dongchen looked at Bergobold, wondering what he meant by these words.
"Haven't you ever thought about reaching the heavenly level?"
"No."
The body leaning against the door staggered, and Bergobold was struck by Dongchen.
Calmly walked past the science monster. Dongchen smiled noncommittally at the question just now. He is only at the third level of the elementary level, above the heaven level? That is too far away and too unreal. Thinking about those things is too much for Dongchen.
, it’s a complete waste of time.
Instead of spending time fantasizing, it is better to seize the present moment. Accepting the killing energy from the sharp sword in his hand, Dongchen felt a boundless pride in his heart.
Yes, Dongchen finally realized the energy.
A ray of sword soul, clearly understanding the sword's intention.
Those who practice swordsmanship must understand the meaning of the sword. What is a sword? A sword is a weapon. The so-called swordsmanship is just an extension of human will. Different people have different swordsmanship.
With five hearts upward, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, Dongchen placed his legs flat on the boy's chest, using this famous exotic sword to inspire the unexpected sword soul in the sea of consciousness.
In the boundless mountain of corpses and sea of blood, a soldier appeared. He held a sword and tore into the sudden appearance of the military formation.
There are many ways to use the sword, such as splitting, slashing, breaking, teasing, blocking, washing, cutting, stabbing, stirring, pressing, hanging, clouding, etc. It is complicated and complicated, but the sword in the army has only one style, splitting!
Soldiers of ancient times, the strong are called brave. The brave man marches forward indomitably. In the battle formation, if you think about defense, you can only seek death. Only by killing, the blood will flow into rivers, and the color of the world will change, can you survive.
When two armies are fighting, there is advance and no retreat. Those who advance live, those who retreat die.
Live for war, die for war.
kill!
Slashing out one sword after another, in exchange for the opponent's life at the minimum cost, this is the sword of the army. There is no wandering, no temptation, some are just paying with all one's strength, and some are just one sword without self.
Real warriors can never become civilians. They have seen too much blood, and they are full of murderous aura, like a ghost realm. It is not an exaggeration to call them living Shura.
Dongchen is killing, killing non-stop. There is no time to think, no time to observe. As a soldier, you can only move forward. This is the sorrow of the weak.
On the waning day of the lunar month, Dong Chen woke up. A trace of bloody evil flashed in his eyes. Thinking of the illusion of dying from exhaustion in the sea of consciousness just now, Dong Chen clenched his right hand tightly.
"I will definitely be stronger next time."
Meridians, Dantian, energy. Dongchen felt the killing energy in his body, and was very confused. Others stored energy, or something called qi, in the meridians in the body. But what happened to him? He finally got it.
The killing energy that came unexpectedly spread throughout the body.
The whole body is full of meridians? Bullshit!
If the energy cannot be returned to the Dantian and then purified and compressed through the circulation of the meridians, the final outcome will not be other than death by explosion.
what to do?
Dongchen tried to gather the murderous aura into his Dantian, but his vision went dark and he almost fainted. It was fine for the violent murderous aura to spread throughout his body, but once it was concentrated, the fragile Dantian could not contain it at all.
Try going to Tanzhong? The lower Dantian didn’t work, so Dongchen immediately made his mind up on the middle Dantian.
Blood-colored energy rose from his whole body and converged to his chest. A mouthful of dirty blood spurted out. Dongchen's face instantly turned pale, and his chest felt like a tearing pain.
"Are you playing with me?"
Others can get energy and embark on the path of cultivation. Dongchen finally got it but almost killed himself. Unwilling to accept it, his crazy emotions accumulated and could not be released. Just when Dongchen planned to go crazy, he gathered his murderous energy into the sea of consciousness and gambled
When he did, a clear child's voice called him back.