Hearing this, Zhao Chu walked to the stand next to the sword and picked up a shining silver magic sword.
Um!
good!
It is a good sword, worthy of being a fine product of the Central Region.
I don't know what materials this sword is made of. It is a hundred times sharper and a hundred times tougher than the swords in the northern realm.
When you leave, be sure to take it with you and give it away when you go back!
Afterwards, Zhao Chu looked at the Sword Stand with some greed.
In the distance, there are many magic swords.
"Um!"
"good!"
"If you don't choose a gold sword, choose a silver sword."
"If you don't choose the upper sword, choose the lower sword!"
He is a good young man who practices swordsmanship, and he is good at swordsmanship!
Seeing this, the ninth disciple praised.
Dirty?
Despicable?
Cheesy enough?
Why do you feel like you are swearing?
Zhao Chu was confused.
"Bindfold your eyes with a black cloth."
"A swordsman should look at the world with his heart. The dirt in his eyes will pollute the spirit of the sword."
The Ninth Disciple's Way.
Although his face was full of confusion, Zhao Chu obediently found a piece of black cloth and covered his eyes.
call out!
Lightning flint.
Although Zhao Chu could not see, his sensitive hearing was still there.
He heard an extremely fast sword that penetrated the void and shattered the space.
Is this the beginning of teaching?
But I'm blindfolded and can't see.
Zhao Chu is still complaining, but next, he will face an unimaginable crisis.
puff!
Next breath.
An ordinary magical sword pierced his chest and his heart for no reason.
pain!
Zhao Chu's face was twisted in pain.
I don't know what the ninth disciple did. In an instant, all his cultivation was sealed.
The body he was so proud of was sealed.
His spiritual power, his divine thoughts, everything was sealed.
Zhao Chu tasted the long-lost feeling of being a mortal.
When he listened to the ninth disciple's words and just put on the dark mask, he was faced with a sword that pierced his chest.
heart!
pierced.
At this moment, Zhao Chu felt like he was about to die.
Why!
baffling.
Isn’t this crossdresser going to teach me how to practice swordsmanship?
Why do you want to kill me!
Zhao Chu didn't even think of it.
"Have you realized it?"
At this time, the calm voice of the ninth disciple came to my ears.
Zhao Chu was stunned.
friend!
Are you kidding me?
Kill me with one sword and ask me if I have enlightenment?
I realized it.
I realized that I screwed over your ancestors.
It’s frustrating!
He, Zhao Chu, couldn't even wrap his head around the idea that he would die in such a way in his life.
An inexplicable death.
"Huh? Really stupid!"
Then, Zhao Chu felt the blade and slowly pulled it out from his heart.
really!
The process of drawing out the sword is ten times more painful than penetrating it.
Dead!
Zhao Chu suffocated.
It was really suffocating, and I was going to die.
boom!
suddenly.
A gentle force suddenly enveloped his heart.
life!
Saved!
But the severe pain in my heart still remained.
Zhao Chu gasped hard.
A moment of shock.
It was simply a step to death.
puff!
But Zhao Chu had just taken a few breaths, and in an instant.
The familiar sword cry.
Zhao Chu subconsciously wanted to run away.
pity!
No chance.
There was a sharp pain in his neck.
His own throat was pierced by a sword.
It turns out that heart death is not painful enough at all.
Having his neck pierced is unbearable pain.
"Have you realized it?"
The ninth disciple asked calmly as before.
puff!
Zhao Chu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and cursed ten thousand times in his heart to fuck up your ancestors.
My throat is shattered.
How can I speak!
"Stupid!"
Then, a familiar sigh.
A gentle surge of air slowly held Zhao Chu's life back at the moment he was about to die.
really!
His life was saved, but the wound on his neck was still painful.
…
call out!
This time, Zhao Chu was already prepared.
When he heard the sound of the sword, he turned his head aside.
pity!
His forehead was pierced by a cold sword blade.
It was as if he was a headless fly and bumped into the blade of the sword.
The tip of the sword pierced through the back of the head.
Zhao Chu could even feel his own mind shining brightly.
"Have you realized it?"
The ninth disciple asked again.
Zhao Chu used his remaining consciousness to greet the 9th disciple's family and 18 generations of ancestors.
"Stupid!"
The ninth disciple sighed.
…
Boo hoo hoo hoo!
The next ten minutes.
Zhao Chu's whole body was like a scarecrow, with holes all over his body.
Even his precious balls were penetrated like candied haws, two at the same time.
That kind of pain, so sore that I can't help myself.
His whole body was in convulsions of pain, and it seemed like he was being dragged away by the messengers of hell every minute.
39 swords!
Zhao Chu did the math and found that this cross-dressing man had struck out 39 swords in total.
But he also found some patterns.
The sword of the ninth disciple.
You can always cut to your most lethal part.
Accurate!
It's so precise that it's like calculating with a ruler, so precise that it's incredible.
…
"It was a waste of Master's 39 drops of Wen Yuan Jing Qi."
"I'll give you a day to understand the 39 swords just now. At this time tomorrow, I will take the assessment!"
"If you can understand this sword, then you have passed the current assessment!"
"If your qualifications are still so dull, it proves that you are not qualified to become the eleventh disciple of the Blue Tribulation Holy Land!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of the ninth disciple disappeared.
…
Three hours later.
Zhao Chucai came back to his senses from the severe pain. He was like a fake corpse, dying and lingering.
One day.
What did you make me realize?
What about your mind?
What about the formula?
You stabbed me half to death and stopped talking. You didn’t give me anything. What did you want me to learn?
Zhao Chu raised his hand with difficulty to take off the blindfold.
Bah!
Afterwards, Zhao Chu's hair stood up in anger.
I obviously took out the black cloth blindfolded by myself, why can't I take it off now?
Zhao Chu tried his best, but couldn't take it away.
It's just a waste of time.
Zhao Chu was so angry for the first time.
He was inexplicably abducted by a cross-dressing man and got involved in a dispute for no apparent reason.
Now his cultivation has been sealed for no apparent reason.
What the hell is going on.
It was pitch black before his eyes, and Zhao Chu felt extremely insecure.
However, this black cloth is the same as Sun Wukong's tightening curse, which cannot be removed no matter what.
"You're right about this half-step natural selection. It's just you who are stupid. Why do you have any complaints?"
At this moment, Hong Duanya appeared in Zhao Chu's mind.
"Senior Hong, how can you say this?"
Hongduoya appeared, and Zhao Chu finally grabbed a life-saving straw.
"In this day, I will carefully understand the 39 fatal wounds all over your body!"
"You are considered a great blessing. You can have the essence of the Wenyuan Realm to help you practice, and you can experience death firsthand!"
"If you master this sword, you will benefit from it for life!"
Hong Cliff Road.
"Feeling the wound?"
"How to understand!"
Zhao Chu was confused.
What happened today!
Enlightenment!
Enlightenment!
Enlightenment!
I also know how to realize it.
But can you give me some tips?
It’s so clueless that it killed me 39 times, and now it’s so clueless that I have to figure it out.
Where can I find enlightenment?
"Idiot!"
"From your 39 fatal wounds, I carefully understand the word 'micro'!"
"A true swordsman can cut through all the illusions in the world by starting with the sword."
Hong Duanya said indifferently.
"Into the subtleties?"
"I don't understand. There are only a few human weaknesses. If the heart is cut, everyone will die!"
Zhao Chu was anxious and asked doubtfully.
"madness!"
"In a true duel between masters, the outcome can only be determined by one sword strike."
"A true master can avoid the most fatal blow with even one breath."
"A sword turns around. When swordsmen meet on a narrow road, either you die or I die. Whether this sword can kill the enemy, you think it is important or not!"
"Slowly understand it yourself!"
The flood cliff disappears.
After finishing his words, Zhao Chu nodded.
The logic is correct, but it is of no use.
Having said that, understanding, how do I understand?
Zhao Chu was so rough for the first time.
He trembled uneasily for a while, then suppressed the anger in his heart, crossed his legs and closed his eyes.
Wound!
Zhao Chu carefully understood the first fatal wound on his forehead.
Ten minutes later!
Nothing was found.
Next, he felt the sword wound in his mouth.
Nothing was found.
Next, is the neck!
Next, is the heart!
Next, the spleen!
Next, it’s your own balls!
More than two hours passed.
Not found!
Nothing.
Zhao Chu's thoughts were like a mess, his scalp was about to explode, and he didn't realize anything.
…
"If it doesn't work once, then I will realize it again!"
"I don't believe how difficult it is to use a sword to penetrate the subtleties."
Stay calm!
Zhao Chu felt the wound again!
…
Another three hours passed.
Zhao Chu felt the wounds all over his body again.
Still nothing found.
…
Another three hours have passed!
No!
Nothing was found.
No insights!
…
Three hours!
Three hours!
Another three hours have passed!
…
Zhao Chu realized the injuries all over his body over and over again.
He was like a traveler in the desert who was about to die of thirst. Someone told him that there was an oasis and a source of water at the end of the desert.
To survive.
He could only walk towards the end of the endless desert.
There is no goal!
Not even any belief!
He could only walk numbly, mechanically, like a zombie, like a skeleton!
How long have you been gone!
Zhao Chu forgot.
All he knew was that his mind was about to lose focus.
The oasis at the end was still ethereal, and he was about to fall.
Buzz!
Just at this moment.
There seemed to be a light shining in front of Zhao Chu's eyes.
He opened his pupils suddenly.
The desert in front of me seemed a little different.
Deep in the desert, Zhao Chu seemed to have discovered some connections.
Like blood vessels filled with mouth-watering liquid.
dig!
Zhao Chu dug frantically.
Countless times, he was about to die.
But with the dawn before his eyes, he is a hundred times tougher than the toughest weed in the world.
Following the veins, he dug for ten miles.
Digging fifty miles!
Digging a hundred miles!
The water source has not appeared for a long time, and it seems that it will never appear.
But Zhao Chu's pupils were red and he was already going crazy.
He firmly believed that the water source was underground, right before his eyes, and would be dug out in the next second.
In order to survive, you will sacrifice everything.
Along with the veins of the desert, more and more are being excavated.
Zhao Chu’s fierce moment.
I don't seem to have such a dry cough anymore.
His body was lighter than the smoke. He seemed to have left the desert, and the soles of his feet soared into the sky.
Zhao Chu overlooked the desert.
It turns out that this desert is in the shape of a person.
There are hands, feet, a trunk, and a head.
It turns out that the countless veins he dug out are human meridians and blood vessels.
Those liquids are human blood.
Zhao Chu rose higher and higher.
He finally saw the face of the desert clearly.
Own!
That face turned out to be my own face.
A bright light seemed to flash through my mind, like the first thunder in chaos, or like the first ray of white light in darkness.
Zhao Chu's thoughts were completely awakened from the illusion.
At this moment, he was covered in cold sweat.
That’s right!
He is awake.
Then!
He looked at the wound on his forehead again.
desert!
It was that desert again, but this time the scene in my mind was completely different.
This desert was torn apart by a sword.
Zhao Chu could even see the trajectory of every grain of gravel and the break of every vein.
He saw the tiniest crack.
This sword!
The precision has been reached to the peak, and it has been cut to the smallest detail.
This sword is so natural that it is so thrilling.
…
I saw it!
I realized it!
I saw the most subtle things, and I realized the so-called "micro"!
Then!
Zhao Chu looked at the 39 wounds all over his body from front to back.
At this time.
He finally understood what the pinnacle of swordsmanship was.
I finally understood what Hong Duanya said about the reincarnation of a sword.
A small wound turns out to contain such a thrilling difference.
39 chopped.
Every cut was made with precision down to every grain of sand.
Every cut was terrifying to the extreme.
It turns out that this is the real way of swordsmanship.
Under this kind of peak swordsmanship, the so-called magical power of swordsmanship that was originally practiced in the northern realm was to use a blunt ax to cut meat.
Although the meat can also be chopped into pieces.
But you're not using a sword at all.
The Way of the Sword!
The ultimate in heaven!
One sword froze nineteen continents.
It turns out that the true ultimate swordsman is one who can cut even gravel into two.
Encounter on a narrow road.
My sword is an invincible sword.
Because I can cut into the world invisible to the naked eye.
This is the world of ‘micro’.
"Congratulations, your eyes have become subtle!"
At this time, Zhao Chu's thinking was interrupted.
Behind him, the voice of a cross-dressing man appeared.
At the same time, all the wounds all over Zhao Chu's body healed instantly, as if they had never happened.
surprise!
At this time, Zhao Chu was even more curious about the so-called Wenyuan Realm.
It is incredible to be able to heal 39 fatal injuries instantly.
"In one day, I can grasp the details at a glance, and my understanding is so-so. I finally lived up to Master's 39th question."
"In the next day, you need to make a truly subtle sword strike, otherwise you will still fail the assessment."
Boom!
The ninth disciple flicked his sleeves.
In front of Zhao Chu, a humanoid puppet appeared.
"This puppet is only in the Golden Core realm. There is only one fatal weakness in his body, which is smaller than the tip of a needle."
"Your mission is to crush his weaknesses."
"By the way, he will keep attacking you during this day. Cut him to pieces as soon as possible, and you can avoid the pain of your flesh and blood!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ninth disciple disappeared again.
Zhao Chu's heart was churning with greetings.
Boom!
Before Zhao Chu could even finish a thought, he suddenly received a heavy punch in the face.
Zhao Chu's head was roaring.
This is abuse!
You sealed my physical strength and asked me to resist the bombardment of the golden elixir. You are simply killing me!
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