"We'd better deal with the current difficulties first, and then we'll talk about this." Gordon pretended not to care, looking at the dimming green eyes of the marsupial lion, holding the wooden box with one hand, and turning the ice chrysanthemum dagger with the other hand.
He relied on a set of the most basic bird attacks and honed them repeatedly until he introduced new ones and formed a tailor-made move. The use of skills has reached the limit. If he wants to go further, it is indeed difficult to reach the sky.
This was due to the limitations of Bird Raid itself, and it was also related to his lack of inheritance from the Technique Sect. The ancient secrets of specializing in techniques have long been lost, and like the "extreme" in Freckles' mouth, he had never seen it in the current classics.
"The pole is the limit encountered when practicing skills. Every time you break through the pole, the skill can be improved by one level! Have you heard of the most mysterious Nishin-ryu among the techniques? According to the theory of Nishin-ryu, the total number of warriors who practice skills
It is necessary to break through thirteen extremes in order to achieve the perfection of technique.
These thirteen poles are divided into two categories: the pole of life and the pole of death. The pole of life is called the "South Dipper", with a total of six poles, and the pole of death is called the "Big Dipper", with a total of seven poles. Each pole
, all need to break through in different ways, and finally Nandou and Beidou intersect, evolving the supreme skill of transitioning between life and death!
The limit you are encountering now is the first pole of Beidou. I can tell you how to break through!" Freckles finished speaking in one breath, his eyes fixed on Gordon, and fine beads of sweat continued to seep out of his forehead, unable to tell what was going on.
Is it drug addiction or emotional excitement?
"That's all?" Gordon's voice sounded indifferent, his hand always pressed on the wooden box and never moved away. Freckles wanted him to defend the entrance of the cave and save the gem flower. He needed the secret of the Technique Sect in order to break through.
Since each has what he needs, the next step is to make terms and bargain with each other. With the gems in his hands, he takes the initiative and can squeeze out more valuable things from Freckles' mouth, such as joint skills.
But for some reason, when these thoughts came to mind, Gordon only felt dull for a while. He remembered that they used to bicker and laugh in the medicine pool, which was much more interesting than this.
"What else do you want?" Freckles breathed hard.
"What else can you give me?" Gordon asked, "the entire inheritance of Nishin-ryu?"
"How is it possible? I only know how to break through the first pole of Beidou! This is rare enough. No one in the world knows this except me!" Freckles yelled impatiently, with veins popping out on his forehead and his face flushed. He was addicted to the drug.
He became increasingly restless.
"Just like no one knows how to do joint tricks except you?" Gordon turned his head and looked at Freckles.
Freckles' complexion suddenly changed, he gripped the dagger tightly, his eyes seemed to want to swallow Gordon alive. "Who are you?" His thigh muscles were tense, ready to rush over at any time.
Gordon shook his head: "I should ask you this. But don't be nervous, I'm not interested in your secrets."
Freckles' expression changed several times, his eyes were gnashing his teeth with anger, and he was sweating profusely.
The marsupial lion roared, lowered its huge head, and slowly closed its eyes. The half of its body stuck on the rock wall was shaking violently, and the flesh on its belly was torn out of the cave piece by piece, and blood spilled out.
Freckles shouted loudly: "To break through the first pole of Beidou, we must go through a bloody battle for more than twenty-four hours! We must constantly use our skills and fight bloody battles for twenty-four hours, and we must never stop to rest."
Gordon laughed dumbly: "So I'd better fight with the beasts to save the gem flower?"
"You piece of shit, believe it or not! It is said that in order to break through the first extreme, the warriors of Nishinryu will join the army and go to the front line to fight." Freckles wiped a sweat and twitched his nose unconsciously.
Gordon couldn't be sure whether the freckles were lying. A coca drug addict could tell anything. He had to decide as soon as possible whether to throw away the gem flower immediately or wait twenty-four hours before throwing it away.
"You will fight with the beasts, right?" Freckles stared at Gordon and suddenly laughed, the muscles in his cheeks twitching, making his smile look scary. "In order to practice skills, even if there is only a little hope, you
I want to believe it too! Right? You are such a piece of shit, I know it!"
That's absolutely correct. Gordon smiled faintly at Freckles, removed his hand from the wooden box, turned back to face the hole, and held the ice chrysanthemum dagger tightly.
The body of the marsupial lion began to be dragged out of the cave, and the flesh and blood under the abdomen were smashed. The white ribs scraped against the rock wall, making a harsh sound.
Hope is really a cruel thing, which makes people suffer torture and yet they are willing to do so. Gordon stared at the light coming in from the hole, and raised the dagger at an angle. When he was a child, his father always brought strange medicines and fruits, and always told him that as long as
He could stand up after eating the legs. So he was full of hope and stayed up all night, even holding back his bowel movements and urination, for fear that pulling them out would reduce the efficacy of the medicine.
In the end, his hopes came to nothing every time, but he still hoped for a next time. As long as there was a little hope of standing up, he was willing and could only believe.
How else to survive?
The marsupial lion slipped out of the cave and rolled down the cliff, leaving only white bones covered with tooth marks on the back half of its body.
Not all ferocious beasts can climb up the steep cliffs. On the rocky beach, the beasts surrounded the cliffs, and they all raised their heads and roared with ferocious expressions. As soon as the bones of the Thylacine fell down, they were immediately torn and bitten to pieces.
The cave is clear, and two long and thick fangs can’t wait to push in. The red head of the ferocious beast appears at the entrance of the cave. This is a saber-toothed fire leopard with strong limbs, strong and flexible. There are several shapes on the edge of the cave wall.
Different sharp claws pulled at it, trying their best to squeeze in.
The cliffs outside the cave were also crawling with ferocious beasts, fighting and tearing at each other, with colorful animal hairs flying in the air like cotton wool.
Gordon bowed down and stared at the approaching saber-toothed fire leopard.
He knew that Freckles was also watching anxiously from behind, and he held a little hope in his heart. Freckles always felt that as long as he killed a few more ferocious beasts and held on for a while, he could keep the Jewel Flower.
Is this an inability to accept reality or an inability to accept despair?
Gordon swayed, avoiding the stabbing fangs, and the ice chrysanthemum dagger pierced the saber-toothed fire leopard's soft throat, and then drew back with the dagger, blood splashing in front of his eyes.
The saber-toothed fire leopard roared in pain, spitting out a burst of flames from its mouth. It wanted to lunge forward again, but it had no strength. It could only fall down and twitch. It was immediately dragged out by several sharp claws.
, a shadowy lynx silently pounced into the cave and rushed towards Gordon, its sharp claws bursting out from its flesh pads.
In the first hour, Gordon stepped forward, raised his dagger in a trembling arc, passed through the ghostly claw shadow, and began a bloody battle that broke through the extreme.
The beasts roared again and again, and blood flew everywhere. The beasts rushed in one after another, and fell into a pool of blood one after another. The corpses blocking the entrance were dragged out by other beasts.