Just as Jiang Li was waiting in formation, a light and shadow finally slowly emerged.
He was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and his face was not outstanding, but his eyes seemed particularly bright.
And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but from those eyes, Jiang Li saw the vicissitudes of the world, as well as the indifference of the world and the indifference of all things.
"Challenger, welcome to the grinding place. If you defeat me, you can go to the road behind me to the next level, and you will also get special rewards."
"But if you are still unable to defeat me, then you will live here forever and never have the chance to step out of this place."
"And your bones will be completely weathered after you die of old age."
Jiang Li tried to sense the young man's cultivation, but found that his mental power had disappeared without a trace, and he was suddenly shocked.
When he wanted to sense his spiritual energy, he found that everything was locked.
All he can use is the power of his own flesh and blood, which makes his face very ugly.
Under such circumstances, how could he defeat the young man in front of him?
"You don't have to think so much. Although you can't use your spiritual energy and mental power, I can't use it either. This should be a huge advantage for you. Otherwise, if you want to step out of this place, you will never be able to do so."
The young man smiled peacefully.
"What does it mean to defeat you?"
Hearing this, Jiang Li was a little confused. Why did he listen to what this person said? It seemed like he was saying that if he could use spiritual energy and mental power, and the other party could also use spiritual energy and mental power, it seemed that he only knew how to use spiritual energy and spiritual power.
Defeat faster?
No matter what, he can still fight the extraordinary state outside.
Pulling out his sword, Jiang Li ran forward and was about to slash the young man in coarse linen clothes on the neck.
Jiang Li suddenly felt a chill on his neck. When he opened his eyes and took a closer look, he was shocked to find a headless corpse that was slashing at the neck of a young man in coarse linen clothes with a knife.
"Am I dead?"
Jiang Li thought so, but soon everything came back to where it started.
He returned to the state where he had not yet run to draw his sword.
"You have many chances, until you die of old age, you can try to kill me."
The boy in coarse linen clothes said seriously, his words were full of confidence, and could even be considered proud.
But Jiang Li knew very well that this terrifying young man did have this capital.
Obviously his knife was about to hit the young man's neck, but he didn't even see the young man draw the knife and his own head fell to the ground.
Moreover, he clearly remembered that when he cut off his head, the young man's knife had already been sheathed.
How incredibly fast does this have to be?
Jiang Li believed that even if he could use his spiritual energy, he would not be able to reach such terrifying speeds.
That is not the limit, but only exists in the imagination.
"Perhaps this is the real sword-drawing technique."
Jiang Li asked himself, muttering to himself.
After the huge shock, he returned to normal.
Cultivators are essentially going against nature and turning all the impossible into possible.
Isn’t the greatest charm in a person the spirit of never giving up?
After Jiang Li lost his spiritual power, he found that his understanding of the Miao Dao in his opponent became more real.
The heavy weight, the handle of the knife was cold, and bursts of cold light were reflected on the blade.
Closing his eyes, Jiang Li relied on his senses and rushed towards the boy in coarse linen clothes again.
Jiang Li charged so quickly that he suddenly felt his neck was empty. He didn't even raise the knife before he was beheaded directly.
Resurrected again, the boy in coarse linen clothes still stayed in place motionless.
Jiang Li's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
Is this really the speed that a person without spiritual energy can achieve?
"Did you really not use Lingqi?"
Jiang Li said with a trembling voice.
"A lot of people have asked me this question, but I didn't answer them because I thought they were too stupid."
"Because I am the rule. If I really wanted to kill someone, you would no longer be able to stand here alive. Therefore, I have no reason to deceive you."
The young man in coarse linen clothes has a clear voice.
Jiang Lidao's heart was about to collapse, but it didn't completely collapse.
He has always believed that humans are the most potential creatures.
He had heard many stories about being a mortal and rivaling the gods, but when he wanted to be the protagonist of the story, he discovered how difficult it was.
"Goals are meant to be achieved. Even if this goal seems a bit unrealistic, when I have to do it, I will use all my efforts to turn this goal into a reality!"
"Those who are determined can achieve great results. Even if the cauldron sinks the boat, a hundred and two Qin passes will eventually belong to Chu; if a person works hard, God will not let him down; if he sleeps on his salary and tastes courage, three thousand Yuejia can swallow up Wu!"
Jiang Li made up his mind, and then began to calm down, imitating the young man in coarse linen clothes and drawing the sword.
In a vague way, he seemed to feel the boy in rough linen clothes drawing the sword, and he seemed to be vaguely aware of the trajectory.
"Die again!"
Jiang Li made up his mind and rushed forward again. He concentrated all his attention, tensed up, and really held his breath, just to witness the sword of the boy in coarse linen clothes.
laugh!
What a fast knife!
When Jiang Li was beheaded twice before, he didn't hear the sound of his head being chopped off at all. Now that he felt it with his heart instead of using his naked eyes and ears, he suddenly felt that he had discovered a subtle new world.
The trajectory of the knife being pulled out was really fast.
Jiang Li resurrected and stood there blankly, making no move for a long time.
Half a day later, he suddenly started practicing drawing his sword.
You can see it, it’s just the most basic requirement.
If he wanted to kill the boy in burlap and sackcloth in advance when he pulled out a knife and chop off his head, what he had to do was not just to match the boy in burlap and sackcloth, but to surpass him.
Only if you are not afraid of difficulties can you overcome them.
Draw the sword, draw the sword again.
Drawing the sword repeatedly, but it is not just drawing the sword, the feeling is different every time.
It is difficult to avoid becoming numb during boring and repetitive movements.
There were many times when Jiang Li became distracted after slashing tens of thousands of swords.
This forced him to start from scratch again.
When drawing the sword became a kind of muscle memory and Jiang Li was completely immersed in the simple and boring process of drawing the sword, time lost its meaning.
A year goes by in a blink of an eye.
On this day, Jiang Li suddenly stopped drawing his sword.
Blessed with his soul, Jiang Li discovered that his body had been strengthened one after another as he repeatedly drew the sword.
As for how fast he draws the sword, it needs to be tested by the boy in coarse linen clothes.
"Although you have made great efforts, you are still no match for me."
The boy in coarse linen clothes felt Jiang Li's movements and slowly opened his eyes that had been closed for a year.