Eyes... Ning Xiaotian was stunned. He quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He took off his mask, held his hands on the bathtub and looked at himself in the mirror. He smiled bitterly, and the corners of his mouth twitched subconsciously. There was a strange stiffness, as if on his face. Muscles suddenly forgot the memory of that smile. He frowned, his facial features suddenly condensed, and he automatically exuded a strange sense of chill.
"News reports in previous lives said that habitual murderers always have cold eyes. It turns out to be true." Ning Xiaotian felt mixed emotions in his heart. He recalled the ten "massacres" again and suddenly understood.
"This is a change in mentality. In the subsequent battles, I lost the fear of death and the reverence for life. The only thought in my mind was to use all means to solve the opponent as quickly as possible."
Soul beasts and humans are still different in my subconscious... Ning Xiaotian squeezed the cold bath table. When he hunted the soul beast to obtain the soul ring, he also felt sorry for the soul beast in his heart. But that's all.
After killing the soul beast, his emotions did not fluctuate much, as if it was a matter of course.
"The purpose of my coming to the arena is to hone my skills and kill my opponents in the simplest and fastest way. These ten consecutive battles have indeed brought me into this state, but these changes...if this continues... "Ning Xiaotian's body trembled suddenly and he shook his head quickly. He didn't want to become a murderous, emotionless monster in the future.
In the original work, Tang San went to Yuexuan after leaving the city of killing. By learning aristocratic etiquette and piano skills, it took him a long time to completely control the murderous aura and uncontrollable killing intent in his body.
But this Gengxin City is just a place for blacksmithing, not a place to cultivate body and mind.
Except for the hook!
No, no, I'm a married man.
If I want to continue to practice killing in the gladiatorial arena, I have to find a way to learn to control my murderous intention and murderous aura. I can't control it now, and it will be even harder when I get to the killing city.
Touching his chin, his thoughts were racing.
After a while, Ning Xiaotian narrowed his eyes and thought to himself: "Grandpa Jian's move of integrating murderous aura into sword aura, to a certain extent, also reflects his strong control over murderous intent and murderous aura. Can I do the same?" Try it?"
"But condensing the sword with soul power consumes energy. If you add sword energy, it will be even more difficult." He lit the Baijie bathing table with his left hand, "But there are many benefits. It is precisely because it consumes energy that you need to be highly concentrated. Only then will the influence of murderous intent and murderous aura on me be greatly weakened, and not only that, it will also temper my will even more."
"And once I succeed, even if I am just getting started, it will greatly improve my combat power. The most important thing is that I may be able to get rid of the influence of the killing aura in the killing city on myself, and maybe it will also have some influence on my cultivation. help."
"Let's give it a try!" Thinking of this, Ning Xiaotian quickly ran back to the bedroom and sat cross-legged on the solid wood floor to avoid accidentally damaging the bed.
Putting his hands lightly on his thighs, he began to close his eyes and concentrate, activating the soul power to circulate the reincarnation art. When the soul power circulated to his arms with the general circulation, he quickly used mental power to control and extract part of the soul power to leave the body.
The bright white soul power rose slowly like smoke. When it reached a height of two inches below the navel, it gradually spread to both sides, constantly converging, extending, and stretching, but always staying within a certain range.
Slowly, the white mist became thicker and thicker, and a flat sword with three fingers wide and three feet long was formed in the space. The handle was about ten centimeters long. The handle is integrated and has no ornate carvings.
The soul power continued to gather, becoming more and more intense, and gradually resembled water waves, emitting a soft white light.
But at this moment, Ning Xiaotian frowned suddenly, and a faint bright red aura slowly emerged from his body, flowing towards his belly, flowing towards the long sword like the tentacles of an octopus, and when it touched the sword body, it flowed into a clear pool like water. , spreading out around.
In just a short while, the sword body was dyed pink, and a faint aura of chilling air filled the air.
As for Ning Xiaotian, his forehead was already covered with fine sweat, his body was trembling slightly, and his originally bloody face gradually turned pale... At this moment, a white light suddenly appeared in front of his forehead, covering his whole body, and his trembling body also Finally stabilized.
This is his soul bone skill.
His distraction control has been perfected to the eighth level. With his strong mental power, it is not difficult to find and draw the murderous energy to the condensed long sword. He can even control several strands of energy at the same time. The real difficulty is to condense the energy. The changes that occur after entering the long sword.
Now he only felt a chill rising all over his body for no reason. With his body refined by ice and fire, it was originally impossible for such a situation to happen, but now it actually happened. It was an inexplicable cold, as if It struck directly at the soul and towards the forehead, as if there was a force tracing back along his mental power, looking for the source... his mind.
Damn it... Ning Xiaotian felt the coldness climbing up, like several ice snakes, but he did not dare to directly withdraw the soul power and mental power that were constantly being conveyed, and even the murderous aura that was constantly gathering towards the long sword.
Sword Douluo's previous tragic situation was a lesson learned from the past. His small body did not want to explode on the spot.
I just have to hold on...
Ning Xiaotian gritted his teeth and used his full strength to run the Reincarnation Art, accelerating the formation of the long sword and the influx of murderous intent.
There isn't much murderous aura in me, it should be fine if it's all integrated into the long sword... Ning Xiaotian thought so, and increased his power to control the murderous aura flowing towards the sword body, competing with the rising chill.
Time passed by second by second, and the long sword in front of the abdomen became more and more condensed, almost like substance. The bright red breath all poured in, but it no longer spread, but seemed to be repelled and squeezed, turning into a twisted thin line. Patterns sway within the sword body.
"Hiss, it's so cold!" Ning Xiaotian's body tightened suddenly, and the coldness had already approached his mind, and then seemed to be blocked by some force, lingering and condensing in the area below the eyebrows.
Immediately, a "buzz" sounded in his mind, and a huge suction force was generated. The condensed chill was absorbed into his mind like a tide, "???" Ning Xiaotian was confused, and he felt the chill rapidly rising. subside.
Then, there is no more.
He slowly opened his eyes and lowered his head slightly. In front of his abdomen was a crystal clear long sword, emitting a gentle light, and at the core of the sword's body was a blood-colored line shaped like lightning, as if it was alive. Beating, twisting, flowing.
"What is this?" Ning Xiaotian was startled. He could feel the vague spiritual connection between himself and the long sword. The soul power could no longer flow into it, as if it had been saturated.
He stretched out his right hand nervously, and gently held the hilt of the sword. The touch was as gentle as Naiko, very strange. He waved it gently to the side, "Hiss!" The solid wood on the ground was directly cut open with a width of half a finger, The incision is about 20 cm long, smooth and smooth.
The long sword in his hand suddenly became illusory.
"Holy shit, that's awesome!" Ning Xiaotian exclaimed.
