Chapter 542 Third Senior Brother, Allow Me to Reorganize the Language
"Although your eyes can detect subtle details, your sword is not fast, stable, and inaccurate...you are not qualified to detect subtle details!"
"The next day is your opportunity to truly make a difference."
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Chu was punched into the air. Although his bones were not broken, the pain was unbearable.
Hong Duanya's voice appeared in my mind.
Hearing this, Zhao Chu's face was twisted and his pupils were filled with aggrievedness.
Draw a sword?
What are you kidding?
This puppet is extremely fast, as fast as lightning, not to mention stabbing his life gate.
Zhao Chu roughly calculated it.
He couldn't even touch the corners of the puppet's clothes.
Boom!
Being knocked down from the sky with a sudden kick, Zhao Chu's body shook a crack in the earth and was deeply embedded in the pit.
He spit out a mouthful of blood and his whole body was shaking.
"Is it clear now how weak you are?"
Hongduoya ignored it.
It's clear.
This trip to the Central Region was really not in vain.
Zhao Chu finally knew how high the sky outside the northern realm was.
I am a figure in the Northern Realm, but looking at the entire Lower Jiutian World, I am nothing more than an ant.
Even if you hold a withered sword, your strength can break a million pounds.
But what can you do if you face this puppet in front of you?
You are just a pathetic three-year-old child, holding a heavy ax that can't even cut off the corners of other people's clothes.
A sword that can kill people can be called a good sword.
If it can't kill anyone, it's just a ridiculous and expensive toy.
This is just a puppet of the Golden Core Realm.
What if it is Nascent Soul?
Is it possible that the Nascent Soul in the Northern Realm is weaker than this puppet?
"One sword touches the subtleties."
"I will definitely succeed."
With a silent recitation in his heart, Zhao Chu's eyes turned dark, and his heart became completely silent.
Boom!
His lower abdomen was torn apart by a punch.
But Zhao Chu remained silent and raised his sword flatly.
Replace eyes with swords.
He wants to see the world clearly.
That’s right!
Zhao Chu has to pass through the wind, through the air flow, and through the smell.
Simulate the puppet in front of you to look like a desert, and be precise down to every grain of sand.
…
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Zhao Chu was like a broken sack, being bombarded back and forth constantly.
A mouthful of blood, then a mouthful of blood.
His face has become distorted.
His chest has collapsed.
His calves were bent at an incredible angle.
But Zhao Chu's arm stubbornly held the sword in his palm flat.
It is a very simple action that Zhao Chu has tried a thousand times so far.
fail!
fail!
fail!
Failure again and again, like an abyss of despair.
His sword was like a poisonous snake that had been cursed for ten thousand years and could not be lifted.
But Zhao Chu's heart became more and more frustrated.
No matter how severe the trauma is to the body, no matter what shape the body is beaten into.
His sword must be like an eternal light.
The wind and thunder were raging, and the rain was pouring.
My sword is my eye.
My sword is everything to me.
My sword can see through all the illusions in the world.
…
unconsciously.
Six hours passed.
Zhao Chu's sword could barely be lifted, but it was shaking badly.
His hands simply couldn't complete a simple movement.
…
Another six hours passed.
Zhao Chu's whole body was already swollen, and his whole body was filled with shocking bulges.
This puppet has no intention of killing him.
Beaten!
Just endless beatings.
Zhao Chu was in pain until he was numb, then from numbness to spasm, and then from spasm to loss of consciousness.
But his arm was still raised stubbornly.
finally!
This sword can be lifted flatly.
But his palms were still shaking violently, and the sword blade was shaking violently.
…
unconsciously.
Another six hours passed.
Zhao Chu was numb all over, he couldn't even hear any sound, he couldn't even smell anything.
But the sword in his hand was much calmer.
Still trembling though.
But Zhao Chu seemed to part through the thick fog through the sword blade and saw a glimmer of light.
…
20 hours passed!
The puppet was tireless and was still beating Zhao Chu crazily.
But Zhao Chu's sword has been able to keep from trembling.
…
21 hours later!
Zhao Chu's sword was like a sculpture carved in the air, motionless.
Like a stone tablet that has experienced hundreds of vicissitudes, it is not afraid of wind and rain and writes the persistence of young people.
…
22 hours later!
In front of Zhao Chu's eyes, a desert appeared.
He looked down at the yellow sand in the sky indifferently. He opened Jianxin's eyes and saw the tiniest bit of gravel.
Countless!
…
23 hours later!
Zhao Chuwan is like a persistent scholar who has read all the books in the world.
Silence!
Irritated!
lonely!
Countless negative situations have destroyed Zhao Chu's thinking to pieces.
But he persisted in his stubbornness.
"It turns out that your life gate is here!"
Suddenly, Zhao Chu smiled.
23 hours, one day and one night!
Zhao Chu opened the subtle eyes of the sword heart.
…
The top of the mountain of Qingjie Holy Land.
The ninth disciple looked down at the earth. In his eyes, Zhao Chu's head had swollen into a pig's head.
But his focus was on that sword.
Zhao Chu finally raised the sword.
The scene is very strange.
Zhao Chu was beaten in various ways by puppets.
Sometimes it hits the air, sometimes it hits deep underground.
Sometimes more than a dozen trees were broken in a row, and sometimes their bones and tendons were broken.
But only that sword, no matter what weird angle Zhao Chu's body was bent at, that sword was like a straight look.
locking!
The direction of the sword blade is always adjusting, always locking the puppet.
Like the soul of the tarsus, there is not a moment of sluggishness or a single mistake.
…
"Third Senior Brother, are you here?"
Looking down the mountain, the ninth disciple remained motionless and suddenly said.
"Is that the eleventh junior brother you are looking for?"
The void twisted, and a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a linen gown stepped out of the distortion.
His ordinary face was filled with a depressed and decadent look.
Just like thousands of poor scholars, Qing Jie's third disciple has a sense of responsibility that worries about the common people in his eyes.
"Um!"
The ninth disciple stared at Zhao Chu.
Finally, Zhao Chu's sword had locked the puppet's life gate.
He was half successful.
"From the outer collar?"
The third disciple asked.
"Um!"
The Ninth Disciple's Way.
"Such a humble status..."
The third disciple's words became serious.
The ninth disciple’s face was expressionless.
"Yes, that's right. This kind of status is most suitable for the eleventh junior brother. Master's intention is that everything should be left to chance, as long as it is destined."
"The ants on the outer shaft ring have suffered more setbacks and have an unlimited future, so they are easy to feed!"
The third disciple suddenly nodded again.
"Third Senior Brother, can we communicate like normal people and don't be surprised?
The ninth disciple was still calm.
"Look, he's going to succeed!"
Suddenly, the third disciple said.
…
Another ten minutes passed.
Zhao Chu has been locking this grain of gravel.
That’s right!
It is the life gate of the puppet.
No sword was drawn.
Zhao Chu never drew his sword.
He only has one chance. His physical strength is only enough to strike with one sword.
If this sword is successful, you will win!
If you fail this sword, you will die!
Zhao Chu knew very well that the reason why he had not been beaten to death was because of the sword's heart, which kept him calm.
Encounter on a narrow road.
A swordsman only has one chance to strike.
At this time, Zhao Chu understood more about the horror of the Sword of Entrance.
This is the real killing sword.
Zhao Chu had an illusion.
When he opened the Sword of Subtlety, his blade was like a sniper rifle scope.
No matter where this puppet flickers, it cannot escape its crosshairs.
One minute!
Two minutes!
Three minutes!
…
Five minutes!
Zhao Chu was like a seasoned hunter, with poisonous insects crawling into his eyes.
But he is fearless.
For the sake of prey, he is willing to give up an eyeball.
Chance!
Finally, the opportunity came.
The puppet punched himself away, and his armpits were exposed to the air.
Zhao Chu took a deep breath.
There is nothing fancy about his sword, just like an apprentice practicing swordsmanship for the first time, making the most ordinary sword blow.
Cut flat!
Even a naughty boy can wield this sword with a wooden sword.
The puppet discovered Zhao Chu's sword.
It has to dodge.
pity!
This sword was like the most poisonous snake in the world, it had bitten his armpit to death.
The puppet is faster, and Zhao Chu is faster.
Bo!
Next breath.
A sword cry told the thrill of the sword.
Zhao Chu's body disappeared from the place.
After blinking.
Three meters away, Zhao Chu spurted out a mouthful of blood and stabbed the ground with his magic sword to stabilize his body and prevent him from falling to the ground.
His speed was faster than light.
A subtle sword.
Zhao Chu...succeeded!
boom!
Behind him, the indestructible puppet disappeared into smoke and turned into dust all over the sky.
"There are more than 40 minutes left, it's time for me to return to the northern realm!"
The foundation-building barrier in Zhao Chu's body had long been shattered.
Because of the different spaces, Zhao Chu is still unable to break through.
He had a premonition.
The moment when the soles of his feet set foot on the northern realm again, it was the moment when he broke through the wall and became a hero.
"Now that I have mastered the art of swordsmanship, it's time to take off this damn blindfold!"
Zhao Chu felt uncomfortable all over.
Although it can cut through the air with a sword, this blindfold can distract from the hustle and bustle of the world.
But when he wasn't drawing his sword, he wasn't used to being blind.
…
"Congratulations, you passed another assessment!"
At this time, the voice of the ninth disciple appeared.
"Boss, I only have one thing to ask for, can you take away this blindfold?"
Zhao Chu endured the severe pain all over his body and said quickly.
"Hmph, a humble ant from the outer shaft ring was beaten into this kind of virtue by a mere puppet."
"It's really..."
At this time, another voice sounded from behind Zhao Chu, full of dissatisfaction and disdain.
Zhao Chu was covered in cold sweat.
This malicious voice was even more terrifying.
Natural selection!
"Third Senior Brother!"
The ninth disciple frowned.
"It's really, alas... it's so pitiful that he was beaten into such a virtuous state. Come on, come on, Third Brother, here is a healing pill, take it quickly!"
"How pitiful, Ninth Junior Brother, you are such a psychopath!"
"How can you bully Junior Brother Eleven like this? He is our relative!"
He quickly fed Zhao Chu a pill, and the third disciple patted Zhao Chu on the shoulder, and at the same time injected a gentle stream of air.
After just a few breaths, the severe pain all over Zhao Chu's body was directly resolved by more than half of the air waves and the medicinal properties of the elixir.
The realm of natural selection is truly unfathomable.
But Zhao Chu felt even more weird about the third disciple's attitude.
"The blindfold can be removed, but it involves the next assessment!"
The ninth disciple was too lazy to look at the third disciple. He lifted his hair beside his ear and said gracefully:
"Within three days, if you kill a Nascent Soul, the blindfold can be removed."
"What if I can't kill him?"
Zhao Chu asked.
"If you can't kill me, the blindfold will be integrated into your body. When you break through natural selection, you can take it off yourself. Even the master can't take it off during this period."
The ninth disciple takes it for granted.
"Can I refuse to take the exam and enter the Blue Tribulation Holy Land?"
Zhao Chu asked seriously.
"Can!"
The third disciple patted Zhao Chu on the shoulder sincerely.
"Thanks!"
Zhao Chu nodded.
"You're welcome. After all, as the first traitor in the Blue Tribulation Holy Land in 5,000 years, I will let you die in a very representative way!"
The third disciple smiled.
"Wait a minute, let me reorganize the language!"
"Although this junior does not know the Holy Land of Blue Tribulation, but with a peerless figure like Third Senior Brother, I think this place has a great future!"
Zhao Chu spoke firmly.
"Good boy, your strength is average, but your vision is very good!"
While the third disciple was speaking, all the injuries in Zhao Chu's body were strangely healed.
At this time, the cultivation level in Zhao Chu's body also quietly recovered.