I don't know how long it took, Que Xiu woke up leisurely, and his master was sitting beside the bed. It was dark outside and it was getting late.
"Master, how long have I been unconscious?" he asked struggling.
"Just one 'Soul Burning Nail' entered your body, and you were knocked unconscious for three hours. If this continues, your body will not be able to bear it, and it may even delay the game the morning after tomorrow."
"I have an idea. Ask Master to use the remaining three nails at the same time. The long-term pain will be worse than the short-term pain. It can also save time."
"This is a very bold idea, but I'm just afraid that doing so will harm your body!"
"Master always taught me to move forward courageously when doing things and not to look forward or backward. In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures are used. Please don't hesitate, Master."
His eyes were clear and firm, and his expression was resolute. Lao Que nodded, "Very good. I dare to take the road that no one else has gone before. I have the courage. Then I will use it from your body, Dantian, and Yongquan at the same time." With the 'Soul Burning Nail', whether it can succeed or not depends entirely on God's will."
Before he finished speaking, the three "soul-burning nails" turned into streams of light, flying and entangled in the room. They suddenly merged and separated, and sank into Que Xiu's body from three directions.
These three rays of light were like sharp knives, stinging to the bone, and then turned into heart-burning fire, burning in the body. Que Xiu gritted his teeth and endured, and a moment later, he fainted again.
When I woke up again, it was still dark. The master was not in the room. He struggled to get up, his whole body ached, as if he was seriously ill.
At this time, Lao Que quickly came in to support him, "You have been unconscious for a day and a night, God bless you, and finally you woke up."
"Ah, I was unconscious for a day and a night? So tomorrow is the day of the competition? I have to practice harder."
The master helped him sit down and said seriously: "The most important thing is not to practice, but to recover your body as soon as possible."
"When the 'Soul Burning Nail' entered the body, it was the soul that was injured. Ordinary decoctions cannot cure it at all. I will teach you a 'Requiem Spell'. You can meditate and recite it silently, and you will be able to recover in three hours."
Lao Quetou recited the "Requiem Mantra" softly. Que Xiu quickly understood it and began to meditate with his five hearts toward the sky. The master also warned from the side: "I want to state again the taboo of the 'Soul-Burning Nail': the first level is the initial level. It mainly stimulates your pain, making you unbearable and miserable, so as to drive away fear and explode exponentially. Power. The first level is also miraculous in dealing with mind control spells. However, it cannot be used again within three hours after it is used, and its power is greatly reduced by 50% during this period."
"The second and third levels are extremely powerful, but the backlash is extremely strong. The cooling period is seven days and forty-nine days respectively. After use, there is not much power left, and it must be supplemented by the 'Requiem Curse' to recover. Don't do it unless it is a last resort. use."
"What about the fourth level?" Que Xiu asked, raising his eyelids slightly.
"It is said that the fourth level can destroy the heaven and the earth. The ghosts cry and the gods howl. It is the ultimate extermination spell!"
"Then its backlash must be stronger?"
Lao Quetou smiled bitterly and said: "There is no backlash at all. Since it is the ultimate spell, it also ends everything about the caster, and both his body and soul are destroyed. Therefore, the fourth level must not be used."
"Then why did master teach it to me?"
"Life is long and full of hardships. It is inevitable that there will be a time to give up everything and fight for it. I hope this moment will never come..."
The next morning, the air was fresh and slightly misty. There was a huge crowd in front of Murong Villa. A group of young men and women gathered here. They all wore different clothes and looked heroic. Que Xiu was also among them. He was wearing tight-fitting short sleeves and looked very capable.
The arena next to it has been renovated, and all kinds of flags are fluttering on it, which is very festive. A hundred feet away, there were a lot of people watching the excitement. The scene was very lively. The sun had just risen and the host was already walking on stage.
"Dear participating disciples, the rules of the preliminary round are now announced: It is actually very simple. Free to fight against each other. If you beat one person, you will get one point. The loser will be eliminated. After twelve hours, the sixteen disciples with the highest points will enter the semi-finals."
As soon as he said this, all the competing disciples began to whisper. Que Xiu took the opportunity to look around. He visually estimated that there were about fifty or sixty people, among whom several female disciples were very eye-catching.
The host continued: "Some people may question the fairness of the competition. You can rest assured that the token you have is a magic weapon that can ensure that others cannot interfere during the fight and that no one can form an alliance. This is fair enough. ."
He stretched his hand outwards, and the lawns, woods, mountains, etc. slowly unfolded to the side like a scroll. The participating disciples were among them, but the spectators were blocked by a stream and could only watch from a distance but could not enter. Someone recognized the situation and said loudly: "It turns out that the competition venue is the Shangguan family's 'Xuanxu' formation. It is really mysterious!"
"Yes, it is the 'Xuanxu' formation!" The host continued: "All participating disciples, please remember that the martial arts competition will be terminated immediately if one party admits defeat or loses combat power. If one party intentionally hurts someone's life, he will be immediately disqualified from the competition. Remember, you Every move is under our control.”
All the disciples were gearing up and eager to give it a try. The host shouted: "The game begins!"
Que Xiu was on alert because he had already noticed a dagger-like gaze in the crowd. Even if he turned around, he could still feel its sharpness behind him. Sure enough, after the host gave the order, a figure quickly approached him.
Que Xiu didn't hesitate and quickly met him. The two men's fighting intent caught fire ten feet away. The disciple next to him was pushed aside by a force to make room. It turns out that this is the power of the token, ensuring fights in pairs and avoiding group fights.
Needless to say, the opponent is Xue Fan, who suffered a loss under him a few days ago. He is a disciple of the Tianshi sect. The size and weight of the sword in his hand are larger than that of ordinary people. At first glance, he is a powerful player. Que Xiu shook his right hand and held the "Shadowless" strange knife in his hand. This knife was narrower than the ordinary one, with irregular curves and slightly longer. It felt like a knife and a sword at the same time. Someone in the crowd sighed, "What an ugly knife!" "
The two glared at each other and collided with all their strength. Que Xiu was relatively short in stature, so people were worried about him. The weapons collided with a deafening explosion, dust and smoke filled the air, and seven-colored light suddenly appeared, bright and dazzling. Xue Fan was knocked away by the huge force, leaving a ditch on the grass that was one person deep and more than ten feet long. His weapon flew to no one knows where. There, the man fell at the end of the ditch, motionless.
Que Xiu didn't move at all, he just put away the ugly knife and walked into the woods next to him.
Everyone was silent, and then there was a burst of sighs. Everyone in the industry knows that Xue Fan is the leader of the younger generation of the Tianshi sect. His arms are so powerful that he can split mountains and split monsters. Today, he was destroyed by an unknown person with just one move. It is really unbelievable.
Lao Que, who was watching the excitement in the crowd, understood his apprentice's strategy in an instant: use all his strength to defeat the strong enemy and show his strength. The weak will avoid it, while the strong will not want to spend more energy in the preliminary round. This is a mysterious start. ah!
And the Wuxiang Knife unexpectedly randomly exploded with the "rebound" attribute. It was a surprise, and the apprentice won the grand prize.
