Click!
Zhang Xiaozu turned sideways to avoid a sharp sword that was stabbed at an angle, and punched the sword. The sword was broken into three pieces by his punch.
Like Niu Dawa's physical strength, his physical strength became more and more terrifying day by day in these four days.
He stared at the physical fist without the five-color Hunyuan force, and said excitedly: "My physical strength has made a qualitative leap."
Yuan Taiping stretched out his index and middle fingers and easily clamped a sharp sword that turned into light and shadow.
He raised the corner of his mouth and said proudly: "My speed is so fast that I can't even control it."
The three of them looked in the direction where Zhou Jian came, wondering what kind of power he had gained after tempering his body.
Zhou Jianlai swung his sword with one arm and closed his eyes. In an instant, he blocked all the attacks of the sixteen sharp swords as fast as lightning with precision. Then he slashed horizontally with his sword, and all sixteen swords were cut off by him.
He opened his eyes, looked at the ordinary long sword he borrowed from Niu Dawa, and said, "I seem to have understood the state of mind of the sword realm."
"!!!" Zhang Xiaozu and the others were shocked on the spot.
"Is this the state of mind that Su Mou understood?" Niu Dawa asked with a hint of fear in his voice.
Because he had experienced Su Mou's state of mind in the sword realm, he could kill everything wherever the sword reached.
In that battle on the island in the middle of the lake, if Zhang Xiaopeng hadn't been there, he would have been killed by Su Mou.
"Yes." Zhou Jianlai nodded in confirmation.
"Fuck!" Niu Dawa yelled, and suddenly felt that no matter how strong his physical body was, it was useless.
Zhang Xiaozhu and Yuan Taiping also felt the same as Niu Dawa.
Because no matter how powerful the physical body is, it is not as powerful as the state of mind.
The three of them looked at Zhou Jianlai eagerly, with envy and jealousy on their faces.
Zhou Jianlai raised his head proudly at the three of them and said, "Now you know who is the most handsome among us."
"Tch!" The three of them raised their little thumbs at Zhou Jianlai with disdain.
"Three pieces of rubbish, let's die!" Zhou Jianlai shouted angrily, pointing the long sword in his hand into the air.
Whoosh!
Three sharp piercing sounds suddenly sounded in the ears of Zhang Xiaozu and the others.
"Dry!"
The three of them were shocked. The sword hadn't arrived yet, but they had already felt the sword energy that made their hearts tremble.
Zhou Jianlai put away his playful expression and said seriously: "Every sword that follows is a magic weapon with a sword soul. I don't know its combat power, so be careful."
Whoosh!
A stream of green light streaked across Niu Dawa's chest, bringing up a blood flower. The strength of his physical body that he was proud of just now was easily broken.
"I go!"
Niu Dawa was so frightened that he screamed, quickly gathered his mind and threw himself into the battle.
Zhou Jianlai said: "There are two ways to improve combat effectiveness. One is called cultivation improvement, and the other is called combat improvement. The latter is better than the former. Along the way, the four of us have mostly polished our combat effectiveness in life-and-death fights. elevated.
Nowadays, our cultivation level has improved, but there is not enough intensity of fighting to polish and improve our combat power, and this sword tomb is the perfect place for us to improve our combat power.
Unexpectedly, Your Majesty and the Sword Master have turned against each other, and the Sword Tomb will be taken back by the Sword Master at some point, so we must hurry up. "
…
June 15th, cloudy.
Today is the day when Du Ke goes home to visit relatives as written in his family letter.
Du Chengbi was so excited that he woke up before dawn.
He directly moved a chair and sat in the yard to wait for Du Keyi, imagining over and over again in his mind what this granddaughter he had not seen for eighteen years looked like.
But he sat from morning to noon, and from noon to dusk, and to midnight, but there was no sign of Du Keyi.
In the end, I was really tired, so I went back to the house to sleep empty-handed.
At night, the ghosts started to cry and howl and be haunted again in Guowei Mansion.
At the strong invitation of Butcher Zhang, the bored Hei Yuan reluctantly agreed to give guidance on the training of Su Zheng's eighteen people.
But soon it discovered the fun. It seemed like it was fun to hit people with a whip.
Especially the heart-rending screams that followed immediately after the whip was applied. Hearing it in his ears, he felt so comfortable that every pore in his body was open.
Poor Su Zhengyi and eighteen people faced a hellish life of misery.
The little monk spent all his money. Looking at the moon in the sky, he missed Niu Dawa very much.
Tang Wan was sitting on the bed, sewing under the light of an oil lamp, cutting and sewing a piece of bright red satin embroidered with peonies. She wanted to sew a wedding dress for herself.
The young monk told him that when she finished sewing the wedding dress, they would get married.
Under the same moonlight, there was a withered old monk with white eyebrows, who was also looking up at the moon with the young monk.
He twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand and murmured to himself: "Idiot, are you really stuck in the world of mortals and can't look back?"
…
June 18th, the sky is clear.
Su Hui led the army to leave the imperial capital and rush to the south.
Su Hanlin rode a dragon chariot to see him off south for twenty miles.
Looking at Su Hui's retreating back, he was filled with reluctance and anticipation.
I hope Su Hui can survive the ordeal and fly to the sky.
As a father, you think long term for your children.
He wanted to plan every step that Su Hui would take in the future, but he resisted the urge to do so because he knew that Su Hui was not the baton in his hand.
June twenty.
Du Keyi still hasn't come back.
Du Chengbi's heart sank little by little. He guessed that Du Keyi already knew that she and Zhou Jianlai had made an engagement, so he didn't dare to come back.
Don't dare to come back.
These four words hammered Du Chengbi's heart hard, because the word "dare not" most likely meant that Du Keyi's sage master and Wentian Sect had given in to Su Hanlin.
Since he came out of the death row of the Ministry of Punishment, Su Hanlin has not allowed him to go to the morning court again. His position as right minister has become useless.
He suddenly missed the scene of discussing national affairs with Su Hanlin and other ministers in the court, but it was a pity that he could never go back.
The fog in the Sword Tomb still hasn't dissipated.
"asshole!"
Gu Tongtian, who was sitting quietly in the elegant room of the attic, suddenly frowned angrily and cursed loudly.
The other four deacons were startled.
"What's wrong?" Second Deacon Xiao Zhu asked with a frown.
Gu Tongtian stood up and walked to the window, looking at the rolling mist under the cliff, gritted his teeth and said: "These four little bastards also broke the sword formation guarding the spiritual spring."
The third deacon smiled and waved his hands, and said with amusement: "It's not a big deal. There isn't much spiritual liquid in the spiritual spring anyway."
There was originally a lot of it, but after the black ape drank and took it, there was only a little more than a bowl left.
That is to say, Gu Tongtian discovered it and scared the black ape away, otherwise not even this little bit would be left.
"I feel sorry for Jianmeijiu." Gu Tongtian said depressedly.
The four Zhang Xiaopawns in the Sword Tomb did not waste his sword plum wine, because the four of them almost risked their lives in order to break the sword formation. At this moment, they were all injured and only had half their lives left.
Fortunately, the harvest is not cheap.
The four of them drank the remaining spiritual liquid in the spiritual spring, and then sat directly in the exhausted spiritual spring to meditate and heal their wounds.
The majestic spiritual energy in the spring kept spitting out, and was breathed and absorbed by Zhang Xiaozhu and the four of them. While nourishing the wounds on their bodies, they replenished the nearly dried up true energy.
Zhang Xiaozu was very excited because he felt a spiritual vein connected under the spring.
Little did he know that this spiritual vein was the foundation of the Sword Tomb and could not be destroyed.
