(The sixth update of Outbreak is completed today. After reading it, everyone should go to bed. We will meet again tomorrow)
"Escape into the forest..." Chen Zhigang frowned, as if he was dissatisfied that Chen Dazhong, a fourth-level Qi-blood warrior, actually allowed a second-level Qi-blood warrior to escape: "Forget it, a mere second-level Qi-blood warrior went deep into the wind roar.
Lin, there is only one way to die."
Chen Zhigang paid for himself, even if he went deep into Fenghou Forest, he would not get any benefits.
"Brother Gang, this is the tiger that my brother encountered in the Fenghou Forest. It was because of it that Chen Zong had a chance to escape. However, the tiger was killed by my brother. These are given to Brother Gang." Chen Dalei handed over his hands.
He handed a tiger leg to Chen Zhigang.
"Okay, okay, there are fewer and fewer tigers in recent years." Chen Zhigang took the tiger leg with a somewhat excited tone, his eyes shining: "With it, my blood can be more condensed and stronger."
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The cabin in the forest was tidied up by Chen Zong and became much cleaner.
Outside the house, Chen Zong finished practicing Tiger Force Boxing and started practicing sword practice.
The light in the forest is dim, and the iron sword is mottled with gray and black. It is difficult to see the reflection of the light when it is swung.
After practicing the Eight Forms of True Sword over and over again, I became more and more proficient.
After practicing the eight moves of the real sword several times, Chen Zong felt a little hungry. He walked to the stream and stared at a fat fish. With the iron sword in his hand, his breathing became vague, and he suddenly drew out his sword and stabbed into the water.
Unexpectedly, the fish reacted very quickly. The moment the iron sword entered the water, it flicked its tail and swam away quickly, causing Chen Zong's sword to miss.
"I don't believe it." Chen Zong became stubborn and would not give up until he stabbed a fish with his sword.
He adjusted his sword again and again, but in the end he managed to stab a fish only when he was hungry. He quickly took out the flint he brought from home, lit the dead leaves, and slaughtered a fat fish weighing five or six kilograms, and put it on the rack.
It was roasted on the fire.
After a while, the golden fish oil dripped, sizzling, and the fragrance overflowed. Sprinkled with seasonings brought from home, the fragrance made Chen Zong greedy and his stomach growled non-stop.
After it was cooked, regardless of how hot it was, Chen Zong took a bite and breathed heavily with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Not long after, a big fish weighing about five kilograms after being slaughtered entered Chen Zong's stomach.
After resting for half an hour, Chen Zong got up and continued to practice the Tiger Force Boxing Technique, practicing it ten times.
"I feel that my Tiger Force Boxing has reached the limit of Dacheng and can break through to perfection. What is still missing?" Chen Zong lowered his head and pondered.
I didn't bring the picture of the tiger descending the mountain, but the picture had already been imprinted in Chen Zong's mind. He closed his eyes and thought about it, and it appeared clearly.
From the picture, Chen Zong had a lot of insights, but those insights were scattered and could not be coherent, so he could not find an opportunity for breakthrough.
Suddenly, a figure flashed in Chen Zong's mind, and a pair of cold and domineering eyes flashed across. An inexplicable feeling of horror emerged for no reason, making him feel cold. It was the figure and eyes of the tiger he saw with his own eyes not long ago.
The real tiger figure overlapped with the tiger figure on the scroll. A flash of inspiration seemed to break the shackles. The fragmentary understanding was connected to a thread. With happiness in his heart, Chen Zong opened his eyes, emitting an astonishing light, stretched his hands and feet, and posed.
Tiger posture.
With Chen Zong's subtle adjustments, a trace of tiger-like power quietly condensed on his body and gradually spread out. From the hole of a big tree not far away, a big gray rabbit was running out.
With that power, his whole body suddenly trembled and shrank into a ball, as if it were a big meat ball that couldn't move, as if he saw the tiger, the king of beasts.
The fish in the stream fled hastily into the distance.
After maintaining the tiger posture for ten minutes, Chen Zong rose up and punched out. The terrifying power hit forward with the punch. The roar of the wind was harsh, like a tiger roaring in front of him, which shocked the big man who shrank into a meat ball.
The gray rabbit was trembling continuously, foaming at the mouth and spreading its limbs. It was scared to death.
After one round of Tiger Power Fist, the final Tiger Fist was even more powerful and terrifying, far more powerful than before. My heart was beating, my blood was surging, and I felt that my strength was rapidly increasing.
"This feeling is great." Chen Zong was very excited: "The Tiger Force Boxing technique has been perfected, and the cultivation level has reached the peak of the second level of Qi and Blood Realm. It is only one step away from the third level of Qi and Blood Realm. It is at least three or four better than me.
The practice of the moon.”
"The state of perfection is the tiger's force, which means it exudes the power of a tiger and can intimidate the target."
"The person who created this boxing technique is truly amazing."
The reason why the tiger is so strong is not only because of its own powerful strength, but also because of its majesty as the king of beasts.
"Every time the level of martial arts is improved, the blood energy can be slightly strengthened. Next, if I can improve the eight moves of the real sword to a small level before the martial arts battle, I may have a certain chance to break through to the blood state.
Three floors.”
"But before that, Tiger Force Boxing has just made a breakthrough and continues to be practiced and consolidated."
The Tiger Force Boxing at the perfection level trains 70% of the body parts, which is better than the Eight True Sword Styles at the entry level. Every time he practices it, Chen Zong can feel the blood surging in his body, and it seems to be getting stronger bit by bit.
After practicing Tiger Power Boxing for thirty times in a row, Chen Zong felt that his limbs were weak and his stomach was growling. He walked over, took the big gray rabbit that was frightened to death, slaughtered it, cleaned it, and put it on the fire to grill.
This big gray rabbit weighs ten kilograms, enough to feed me two delicious meals.
After eating, rest. During the rest, you will think about the essentials of Shin Sword Eight Styles, and then continue practicing.
Practice boxing, practice swordsmanship, eat, and sleep.
This is Chen Zong's daily life in the cabin in the forest.
It is very quiet here without any interference. Chen Zong can devote himself wholeheartedly to his cultivation and can feel his progress every day.
Another night passed, and Chen Zong walked out of the cabin. The first thing he did was draw his sword and draw a tenth mark on the tree trunk next to him, indicating the tenth day that Chen Zong came here.
After washing up quickly, he walked to the stream and stared at a fish. He waited for the opportunity, gathered momentum, exerted his strength, and drew out his sword. The sword broke through the air with a faint sound of wind, broke through the water, and pierced the big fish with one sword.
Martial arts practitioners eat a lot, especially people like Chen Zong. Apart from resting, all other time is spent on training, which consumes more energy.
From when I wake up in the morning to when I go to bed at night, I have to eat six meals, each of which is at least five kilograms of fish or rabbit meat, which is what I eat the most. Occasionally, I can also eat snake meat.
After eating dozens of kilograms of meat every day, it is absorbed by the body through practice, which strengthens the blood and nourishes the body. It becomes stronger and stronger, but the strength is still at the level of three hundred kilograms. This is a bottleneck. Only breakthroughs can continue to improve.
Hu Li Fist has reached perfection, and Chen Zong no longer needs to think about how to break through. Therefore, he practices Hu Li Fist ten times in the morning and evening every day. The rest of the time is spent on the eight movements of the real sword, because the Hu Li Fist has achieved
Some of the parts will be different from those of the True Sword Eight Postures. Combining the two, you can exercise all parts of the body, and the effect will be better.
Chen Zong also found that stabbing fish with a sword was also helpful to the practice of the Eight True Sword Styles.
"My father once said that swordsmanship requires speed, accuracy and stability. All three are indispensable. Otherwise, it is useless if it is not able to penetrate the target."
"Before, I couldn't hit the fish with one sword because it wasn't accurate enough or stable enough. After these ten days of practice, my accuracy and stability have improved a lot, but there is still room for improvement."
"The exercise is fast and accurate. In addition to stabbing fish, maybe I can try other methods."
After thinking about it, Chen Zong took a straight branch as thick as his thumb and stuck it on the ground. He stood in front of the branch, staring at the branch, concentrating on gathering strength.
Raise your sword and chop it down.
The sword fell from the branch but did not hit the branch.
"Such a difference!" Chen Zong was stunned, thinking that his sword was accurate and stable enough.
"Come again."
Concentrating on gathering strength, he raised his sword and struck down.
Practice again and again.
Day 11!
Day 12!
Thirteenth day!
Day fourteen!
Day 15!
After practicing the eight movements of the real sword twenty times, Chen Zong walked up to a straight branch as thick as a chopstick with his sword in hand, raised his sword and struck it down, splitting the branch in half with one stroke of his sword.
"Okay, the accuracy has indeed improved a lot." Chen Zong showed a smile.
In order to keep improving, Chen Zong replaced the chopstick-thick branches with thinner branches.
It was another new day, Chen Zong drew his sword and carved another mark on the tree trunk.
"There are still four days until the martial arts battle." Chen Zong said to himself as he looked at the twenty marks on the tree trunk.
I walked to the stream, stared at a big fish, and stabbed out with a sword. The sword was very fast, and the tip of the sword broke the water and lifted it up. There was a big fish scurrying above it.
After eating the fish, Chen Zong drew his sword and practiced the eight movements of the real sword.
Once, twice, three times...Ninth time, the last move - Exploding Sword Move!
The force penetrated the sword body and exploded instantly. The sword body rubbed violently with the air, shining with a dazzling light and streaking through the darkness of the forest.
"The blade of the sword emits light, which can affect eyesight. This is a small achievement." Chen Zong was startled at first, and then he was overjoyed.
It took me five days to practice the eight moves of True Sword to the basic level. I thought it would take at least a month to practice the Eight Moves of True Sword to a small level. I didn’t expect that without outside interference,
Coupled with training such as stabbing fish and splitting branches, it only took fifteen days to reach the state of small success in the eight movements of the real sword.
"Okay, it seems that my training method is indeed right." Chen Zong was even more happy. The Eight True Sword Styles were taught by the mysterious sword tip, but the methods of stabbing fish and splitting branches were thought up by himself. Maybe
Such a method already existed, but at least no one taught him. It was entirely the result of his own efforts.
There is nothing more exciting than the sense of accomplishment that makes progress from scratch through one's own efforts.
At this time, Chen Zong felt that his blood was surging, like the water of a long river washing away. Wherever it passed, his body was undergoing a change. Some of the energy of the dozens of kilograms of animal meat eaten every day was latent in the body. Now,
As the surging blood energy was continuously guided out, it merged into the limbs and bones, gradually strengthening Chen Zong's muscles and bones.
"This feeling... I'm about to reach a breakthrough in my cultivation."
He quickly assumed the sword-folding posture and performed the Eight True Sword Postures again. Using this as a guide, he refined the power emerging from his body and accelerated his breakthrough.
After several times of the eight movements of the True Sword, more powerful power grew from deep within the body, permeating the whole body and tightening the muscles, giving Chen Zong a stronger and fiercer feeling.
"Hahahaha, I finally reached the third level of Qi and Blood Realm." Chen Zong couldn't stop laughing: "In the martial arts battle, I will definitely have a share of the top three. Chen Zhigang and Chen Dazhong, it's time for us to settle our accounts.
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"However, there are still a few days before the martial arts battle. I can take this opportunity to improve a little more."