At this moment, I felt warm. Not only was the fatigue I had just felt when clearing the acupuncture points and meridians was gone, but my body also felt lighter and more comfortable.
If I continue like this, I feel like I can step up into the air with just one step and become an immortal walking on the clouds.
Of course, this is just a feeling. I understand that this is after the exercise started, the zhenqi hairspring is constantly repairing the minor trauma caused by forcibly clearing the acupuncture points and meridians required for boxing practice.
Now all the ailments are gone, all the depression is gone, and the body is naturally ethereal.
But this sense of comfort did not last long, and soon my whole body began to turn red and hot, and all kinds of aches and pains from deep within my body continued to pour out, testing my patience crazily.
After just enduring it for a while, I found that I actually had signs that I couldn't hold on. After all, it felt like I was divided into countless equal parts, and each part was being pricked with needles at the same time.
Although his body has always been strong and his resilience is even more astonishing, the body-building method recorded in the Seventy-two Fists of the Sky is by no means mediocre.
Tempered by its domineering strength, my proud resilience has always been in retreat, but I will fight back without hesitation whenever I get the chance.
As a result, my body felt like it was being run over by an invisible millstone. Every inch was shattered, but it was restored in an instant.
There is no way to rebirth, and there is no way to achieve death. What supports all of this is the endless evil energy in the sea of external evil energy, and it is also the culprit that causes all of this.
I never thought that there would be such a practice in the world that would be worse than death!
At the same time, I also have a clearer understanding of the rough-and-tumble character of the Brachiosaurus King. It must be that only nerves with thick lines like it can survive such a torturous tempering!
Or could it be said that it was not like this in the first place, but was tortured to become like this in the process of practicing the Seventy-two Heaven-shaking Fists?
Let's not think about it anymore. My patience is wearing thin now, and my faith is beginning to waver. I'm afraid that next, either my spirit will be exploded in the madness, or my body will directly collapse in the tempering, but I can't give up!
Now that the matter has come to this point, there is no way out. This is also one of the tests that the Brachiosaurus family faces for their descendants.
"Come on, let the storm come harder!"
Suddenly, this famous saying that is widely circulated in the real world appeared in my mind, and my eyes began to feel trance-like.
I vaguely saw a black petrel soaring freely on the stormy sea, with lightning and thunder. No matter the rain, strong wind, and thunder, it flew by itself, with a clear and persevering look in its bright eyes.
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Perhaps it sensed that I was watching it, and it glanced at me coldly as it flew. Then, as if I were air, it passed by and quickly disappeared into the storm.
In the very brief moment when I looked at it, I felt a bolt of lightning flash through my heart. The next moment, I started to raise my fist with great difficulty, and then punched it out quickly.
The speed was so fast that it brought up a series of afterimages, leaving an indelible trace of the fist shadow in the sea of roaring demonic energy!
The severe pain that occurred instantly made me scream in pain for the first time, and the invisible sound waves shook away the liquefied demonic energy around my body.
"It's great! It's great!"
I roared loudly, and then I couldn't help but burst into laughter. The laughter was so strong that it drowned out the roaring sounds of the waves outside.
Sure enough, people can't help laughing when they are in severe pain!
And I also spun around in the laughter, and began to try to direct the strength that I had finally gathered throughout my body to the other fist.
I am practicing the true boxing style of the Seventy-two Shaking Fists!
Just now, when I looked at the illusory petrel in a trance, I felt great ridicule from its cold eyes.
In fact, it didn't show any emotion, but this disregard for everything made me feel even more irritated and humiliated.
It seems to be saying that a little human like me, who can't even endure physical pain, why should I associate with an elf like it who is born to fight against the sky and the earth?
At that moment, I made up my mind and began to forcibly practice the specific boxing techniques of the Seventy-two Shaking Fists. All pain was forgotten by me, and for a while, I felt less uncomfortable.
Although the subsequent pain caused by my impulsive feedback was even more powerful, it was also offset by the laughter I made from the extreme pain.
Sure enough, people cannot be idle. Once they are idle, they will inevitably suffer from emotional distress, which will infinitely amplify all kinds of negative feelings in the body.
At this moment, I seemed to have found a way to vent. I released all the negative emotions and feelings accumulated in my body during this period through roaring, laughing wildly, and continuously punching for correction.
Yes, it’s not just a punch, it’s more about correction in the punch!
After all, the body is still carrying a heavy negative burden, and the punching posture will inevitably be out of shape, especially the first punch just thrown, which is incomparable to the seventy-two punches and eight poles that shake the sky.
However, as I made several corrections in succession, my fist-swinging posture became more and more standard, my body shape became more and more standardized, and gradually I began to show a trace of the style of Shaking Heaven Fist.
At this time, the surrounding liquefied demonic energy began to pour into my body in a more violent manner. The vortex that originally only appeared in the sea of demonic energy below actually produced a suction force that transcended the sea surface.
Soon, a whirlpool of demonic energy appeared in mid-air.
As soon as it appeared, it began to frantically absorb and devour the demonic energy in the entire secret realm. It grew rapidly in size and its suction power became more and more terrifying.
The reason for this is mainly because the speed at which the liquefied demonic energy in the ocean of demonic energy below enters my body gradually cannot keep up with my consumption rate.
I almost subconsciously extended this desire for energy and demonic energy into the mid-air, and the increasingly powerful body under the body-forging technique represents an even more powerful method of tracing energy.
Nowadays, it is almost an instinct of mine. At the moment when the consciousness of thirsting for demonic energy is just born, the method of tracing the energy has already begun to operate spontaneously, directly leading to the formation of the demonic cyclone.
I didn't expect that practicing the Seventy-two Heaven-Shaking Fists would be so exhausting!
Under the observation of the Qi tracing method, I can see that the sea level of the entire sea of demonic energy is falling rapidly, and the demonic energy in mid-air has become even thinner. In a chain reaction, the golden sun has also become thinner.
Signs of instability began to appear.
But the way I am performing the Heaven-Shaking Fist is getting smoother and smoother now. Not only does it look decent in appearance, but I can barely feel the pain caused by the exercise, leaving only the exhilarating feeling of constantly punching. (Unfinished)