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Chapter VIII Boiled Blood

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The mountain wind roars, the sea of ​​clouds surges, and the light and shadow are chaotic.

Chen Zong drew out his sword. The sword was blazing with light, spreading in all directions. The light disappeared and the shadow disappeared. The sword was already in its sheath, as if it had never been drawn out.

The mountain wall in front is like tofu, with a new sword mark added, the beginning and end of which are sharp.

"With the same power consumption, the power of the Sky Light Cloud Shadow Sword will be increased by at least 10%." Chen Zong said happily.

The Sky Light Cloud Shadow Sword is undoubtedly the strongest sword technique that I have mastered. It is a killing move, but I couldn't find the clue before. Now I have understood it and integrated the essence of the split light sword technique into it, improving it by 10%.

10% may not sound strong, but the actual effect is very obvious.

When warriors fight, a single point difference can determine life or death.

When he drew his sword, the sword light shone brightly, like starlight, as if a lonely star emerged and descended into the world. When it disappeared, a new sword hole appeared on the mountain wall, which was three inches deep.

The mountain wall has been exposed to wind and rain for many years, so it is very hard. A sword can penetrate three inches, which is amazingly powerful.

"Are you a disciple of the Jianyao Hall of the Qiyao Martial Academy?" Suddenly, a gentle voice came. Chen Zongjing looked back. At some point, there was a person standing more than ten meters behind him. He looked like he was in his thirties or forty years old.

, looks very ordinary, but those eyes are unforgettable.

Bright as an unsheathed sword, deep as the ocean.

Wearing a white robe, he has an elegant demeanor and a sense of elegance. He has a long sword on his waist, which seems to be a kind of decoration, just like ancient scholars liked to wear swords.

But if someone really thinks that, I don’t know how they will die.

Chen Zong keenly discovered that when the huge mountain wind blew, the man's hair and clothes did not flutter at all, as if they were still. The man was clearly standing there, but he gave himself an illusion, like clouds in the sky.

Unpredictably changing feelings.

Extremely vigilant, Chen Zong stared at the opponent with sharp eyes.

Maybe he won't be defeated, but he won't sit still and wait for death.

"What's your name?" The middle-aged man spoke again, his gentle voice seemed to contain a power to soothe people's hearts, without the slightest malice, which gradually relaxed the sense of urgency in Chen Zong's heart.

"Chen Zong." Chen Zong's voice was solemn.

"The swordsmanship is good." The middle-aged man seemed not to notice the vigilance and vigilance in Chen Zong's eyes. He smiled faintly, and after the words fell, his figure disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.

"It's so strange..." Chen Zong couldn't help but shake his head, his face full of doubts and an unreal feeling, but he was also sure that someone had indeed appeared in front of him just now and talked to him.

"Lianjin state?"

"Probably not."

"Could it be the True Martial Realm..." Thinking of this, Chen Zong couldn't help but gasp.

I have received the inheritance from Master Jiang Long, and I also know the existence of the True Martial Realm. This is the first time I have seen a living True Martial Realm strongman. I shook my head, the True Martial Realm is still too far away.



"After refining two Essence and Blood Fruits, my cultivation has reached the peak of the sixth level of the Qi and Blood Realm. The power of the Sky Light Cloud Shadow Sword has been increased by 10%. The first level of the Lone Star Sword Technique has reached the level of Xiaocheng. My overall strength has improved somewhat."

Carrying the scorpion tail and the iron scales of the bloodthirsty iron-scaled beast, as well as its fangs and claws, Chen Zong quickly descended the mountain.

He has been up the mountain for several days, and tomorrow it will be his turn to enter the Boiling Blood Pond. With the help of the Boiling Blood Pond, he will be able to break through to the seventh level of Qi and Blood Realm.

When we entered Jianyao Hall, it was already getting dark.

"...There is... Zhenwu..."

"Also...practice sword..."

"...Talk about martial arts..."

Someone was walking by in the distance, and the conversation was intermittent. Only fragments of words fell into his ears, and Chen Zong was thoughtful.

Go straight to Baiwu Pavilion, hand over ten scorpion tails and one blood essence fruit, get the voucher, and sell six scorpion tails, some herbs, and the materials of the bloodthirsty iron-scaled beast.

Baiwu Pavilion was responsible for more than just tasks. It not only had tasks, but also purchased herbs and monster materials. In the end, Chen Zong got tens of thousands of white jade coins, most of which came from the materials of the bloodthirsty iron scale beasts. If the iron scales were not damaged,

Obviously, the value will be higher.

At this point, Bai Yushan's punishment has been completed by himself, and the rest has nothing to do with him. He bought a jar of ten kilograms of spirits and returned to the small courtyard. He threw the essence and blood elixir into it and sealed it for storage. He waited for seventy-seven forty-nine days.

Can be opened for drinking.

Leave the small courtyard and go to the dining hall.

"Isn't that Chen Zong?"

"He actually came back alive."

"I guess he ran back in despair."

All the disciples of Jian Yaotang knew that Chen Zong was punished by Bai Yushan and had to take ten scorpion tails and an Essence and Blood Fruit. When they saw Chen Zong disappearing and then reappearing, still intact, they all made speculations.

Endless.

Ignoring them, Chen Zong had dinner and went to the No. 9 courtyard to look for Chen Chuyun, but Chen Chuyun was not there.

Courtyard No. 88.

After a short rest, Chen Zong practiced his sword.



"I actually completed the punishment mission." After receiving the news, Bai Yushan was very surprised. His eyes narrowed, and a glimmer of light flashed. He thought that Chen Zong's swordsmanship not only reached the point where he could achieve four changes with one sword, but also killed the solitary man in just ten days.

When Xing Weishi reached the entry level, he felt an unspeakable jealousy in his heart.

He didn't know yet that Chen Zong's sword technique had actually reached the level of one sword with five changes. The Lone Star sword technique had also reached the level of small success when Lone Star came out. Otherwise, he didn't know whether he would have directly raised the sword to kill eight.

Courtyard No. 18.

"Cousin, Bai Zhongping has not come back." Bai Yulou said directly after finding him, leaving Bai Yushan confused. After learning the cause and effect, Bai Yushan said firmly: "Chen Zong does have some strength, but he cannot be Zhongping's opponent.

"

One is at the sixth level of the Qi and Blood Realm, and the other is at the eighth level of the Qi and Blood Realm. There is also the seventh level of the Qi and Blood Realm between the two sides. The gap is very obvious. No matter how good Chen Zong's swordsmanship is, it is impossible to overcome such a gap.

"I think so too, I just feel a little uneasy." Bai Yulou said, shaking his head: "Maybe Bai Zhongping didn't find Chen Zong."

After practicing your sword, recharge your batteries.

As the sky grew brighter, Chen Zong sheathed his sword and left the small courtyard. He first went to the dining hall to have breakfast, and then quickly headed to the Bafangyuan martial arts field.

There are eight roads in the Bafangyuan Military Arena, seven of which lead to Qitang respectively, and the eighth leads to the Boiling Blood Pond Institution Building and other places.

The Boiling Blood Pool is opened once a day, from eight o'clock in the morning to eight o'clock in the evening, for a total of twelve hours, and can be used for twelve people to practice.

If you can't enter before the time is up, those warriors will naturally not come over to waste time.

Fortunately, the Qiyao Martial Arts Academy has regulations that no one else is allowed to challenge the challenge the day before entering the Boiling Blood Pool. Otherwise, it is estimated that there will be many people preparing to challenge and replace the quota at the Bafangyuan Martial Arts Arena.

Continuously moving forward along the curved gravel road, about ten minutes after walking quickly, Chen Zong saw the road sign pointing to the left, which said Boiling Blood Pool, and the front pointed to Qiyao Hall, which would only be opened for major events. On the right

It leads to the government building.

"I heard that there are iron men and bronze men in the government building. I wonder what they look like?" Chen Zong was a little curious, but the government building only opens occasionally. If you go there before it is opened, you can't enter.

After walking out for a few minutes, Chen Zong saw a huge stone house, blue-grey, round, with the top like a large upside-down bowl.

Twelve people all arrived at the Boiling Blood Pond. Some knew each other and talked to each other, while some were strangers and ignored each other.

"Do you know why the Boiling Blood Pool is only open for twelve hours a day?" An eighth-level Qi-Blood Realm disciple from Wuyaotang said to the two seventh-level Qi-Blood Realm disciples next to him, as if showing off.

"Senior brother, please give me some advice?" The two of them were very respectful.

"As soon as the boiling blood pool is opened, it will continuously emit pure blood. When we enter it, we absorb the pure blood and practice. If it is not opened for twelve hours, we will create pure blood." This eighth level of the Qi and Blood Realm is very special.

He nodded helpfully and said in a rather showy tone.

"Then I would like to ask, senior brother, how does the Boiling Blood Pond create pure blood energy?" A person next to him couldn't help but ask, his face full of curiosity.

Chen Zong was actually very curious, after all, he felt that the boiling blood pool looked very magical.

"As long as you know the benefits of practicing in the Boiling Blood Pond, why are you asking so many questions?" The eighth-level Qi and Blood realm looked suffocated, and immediately scolded him in annoyance, because he didn't know how the Boiling Blood Pond could create pure blood.

of.

After being scolded, no one asked anymore, and they suddenly became silent, waiting for the time to come.

When eight o'clock arrived, the door of the stone room opened on time, and twelve people filed in.

"Hand over the ranking wooden sign." Beside the entrance, the management deacon of the Boiling Blood Pool in a brown short robe said gruffly.

Twelve people took out their ranking wooden cards and handed them to each other.

"Remember, after entering, don't run around. Choose a training room for each person. No noise, noisy, or conflicts are allowed. Violators will be directly disqualified and will not be allowed to enter the Boiling Blood Pool again within a year." The deacon's voice was very rough and his tone was very harsh.

He looked bad-tempered, but no one paid him any attention.

Walking into the stone chamber, Chen Zong could see that the center of the stone chamber was surrounded by transparent crystals. Inside was a pool of blood-red water about five meters in diameter. It was very viscous and boiling like magma, with bloody bubbles popping out.

, after it broke, red mist filled the air and spread in all directions.

There are twelve small training rooms surrounding the blood pool. Each one chooses one to enter and sit cross-legged on a futon made of silver thread grass.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong could smell the slightest fishy smell entering his nostrils, and his energy and blood seemed to be summoned, ready to move.

Gulu gulu!

The sound of blood bubbling continued and seemed to have a strange rhythm.

The whole body is warm, as if soaking in a hot spring. It is very comfortable and makes people want to lie down here and have a good sleep.

"I really don't know how this pure blood energy is created. It can't appear out of thin air." Chen Zong whispered to himself: "I heard that this boiling blood pool has existed for hundreds of years. Even if it is

It’s amazing that I can make it myself and consume it, and it’s still there after all these years.”

Immediately, he shook his head again.

"I'm here to practice, not to explore the secrets of the Boiling Blood Pool."

Having said that, get rid of all distracting thoughts, focus on yourself, and start to operate Zhenjian Tianjue Gong.

The third level of Zhenjian Tianjue Gong not only increases the power of the sword and swordsmanship by 20%, but also increases the training speed and recovery speed by 350%. It is very astonishing. Suddenly, a large amount of pure blood filled Chen Zong's side.

And go.

Compared with Chen Zong, although the other eleven people are not bad, the skills they practice are at the highest human level, and they have not practiced to the fourth level, which is far from the third level of Zhenjian Tianjue Gong.


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