Chapter 19 The First Drop of Blood
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The mountain wind blew, whistling, bringing bursts of coolness.
The green grass swayed with the wind, like undulating waves, and the red-spotted leopard remained motionless.
Breath after breath, Chen Zong became more and more calm, and the whole person directly entered an indescribable state, as if the whole world was only left with himself and the red-spotted leopard in front of him, and everything else had disappeared.
The figure of the red-spotted leopard was in front of him, as if it was constantly enlarged, filling Chen Zong's eyes.
This is the first time to face a monster, even if it is a first-level low-level monster equivalent to the fourth floor of the blood and blood realm, Chen Zong does not dare to despise it. This is not a battle of learning, but a battle of life and death. A dead end.
The red-spotted leopard moved, as if it turned into a flash of lightning, swept across a few meters, raised its sharp claws to tear the air, and grabbed at Chen Zong with ferocity.
It feels danger and temptation from the human being in front of it. The temptation of blood and blood, eating the other party, will definitely make itself more powerful.
The sharp claws shone with a cold light and were extremely sharp, as if a meteor was coming straight from the sky, as if it was about to pierce Chen Zong's eyes.
"It's so fast!" Chen Zong was surprised. This speed was faster than any fourth-level qi and blood realm he had ever fought against.
The fierce tiger skill was carried, and the aura of a fierce tiger suddenly burst out from the body, and at the same time, a tiger roar seemed to sound, which made the red-spotted leopard slightly startled, mistakenly thinking that the human in front of him had turned into a tiger-like monster.
As soon as the qi and blood power of the fifth layer of qi and blood was used, Chen Zong's arm strength was immediately increased by 2,000 jin, reaching an astonishing 3,000 jin.
It is not only strength that is enhanced, but also speed.
The right hand clasped the hilt of the sword in an instant, and the sword was drawn out of its sheath, like a lightning flash across the sky, the light like a waning moon.
Sword drawing!
A sword is like a waning moon across the sky, fast to the extreme, cutting the air in front of it, the speed of the sword is much better than that of the red-spotted leopard, and the timing is the best.
Baotiejian once again proved its sharpness.
Chen Zong only felt that the sword had cut through something, and there was a strange sound, and there was a burst of scarlet splashes in front of him, and a figure fell.
There was a bang and the dust was flying.
The blood dripped from the sword, and with a slight shake, all the blood on the sword was thrown away, and Chen Zong's eyes also fell on the red-spotted leopard in front of him.
A huge slit was cut in the neck, and it was almost completely cut off. With such a serious injury, the red-spotted leopard was not completely dead, and its body was still twitching and struggling, as if it wanted to get up.
"It's amazing vitality." Chen Zong couldn't help but secretly said, and an excitement also emerged from the depths of his heart.
Below the red-spotted leopard's wound, a pool of scarlet scarlet was shocking, and the stench was very pungent. Not far away, there were even drops of scarlet blood that fell on the gravel ground like a curtain of beads.
Looking at the corpse of the red-spotted leopard, and then looking at the sword in his hand, not only did he not feel uncomfortable, but instead a feeling was born, as if the sword in his hand had truly begun to strike.
"At first, I thought that after the sword is polished, it is Kaifeng, but now I know that it is not a real Kaifeng." Mumbling to himself, Chen Zong looked a little dazed: "Only seeing blood is the real thing. strike."
"The sword itself is an instrument of slaughter. A sword that is sharp, straight, and tough, and does not see blood, no matter how good it is, it is just an ornament."
The feeling of enlightenment made Chen Zong seem to have grasped something, and it seemed that he had not grasped anything.
"No hurry, no hurry, since this feeling has already appeared, sooner or later, I will be caught."
He said secretly, grabbed the hind legs of the red-spotted leopard, which weighed hundreds of pounds, and carried it back to the small courtyard of the stronghold.
"Brother Chen Clan, today we have monster meat to eat." Chen Zong said with a smile.
"What a big leopard, this is... a red-spotted leopard. It was killed with one sword. The clan brother is good at swordsmanship."
Then he exclaimed: "It seems that the strength of the clan brother is enough to sweep most of the fourth layers of the blood realm."
Chen Zhong still didn't know that Chen Zong's current cultivation base was already at the fifth level of Qi and Blood.
The two began to divide the labor. They fetched clean water from a nearby stream, peeled and washed the skin, removed the useless parts, separated the flesh and bones, and set up two large cast iron pots. Put it in a large cast iron pot, put in some sun-dried herbs that are less than ten years old, and simmer over high heat.
The bones are thrown into another large iron pot, put in an appropriate amount of water, and ready to be boiled into bone glue.
The flesh and blood of a warrior is a great tonic to a monster, and conversely, the flesh and blood of a monster is a great tonic for a warrior. The best way to eat it is to eat it raw, but neither Chen Zong nor Chen Zhong have such a habit. It tastes better to eat.
This stew is for two hours before the strong aroma wafts out, but it is not enough. Change the high heat to medium heat and simmer for two hours, and then change to low heat and simmer for one hour.
In addition to adjusting the flame, the two of them practiced separately.
"It's so fragrant, what delicious food are you cooking?" Chen Waixiu came over and asked while sniffing.
"It's none of your business." Chen Zhong said coldly.
"Oh, that's... the skin of a red-spotted leopard. Could it be the flesh of a red-spotted leopard in the pot?" Chen Waixiu's eyes lit up.
In the clan hall, you can naturally eat the flesh and bones of monsters, but it will take some time to send it from the mountain to the clan hall, and the freshness will inevitably decline, and the quantity is also limited.
"Fuck off." Chen Zhong hated Chen Waixiu very much, and immediately drove him away. Chen Zong didn't have a good impression of this person.
"I said you two, it's too boring, a red-spotted leopard is so big, you two can't finish it, not to mention that as members of the same clan, shouldn't you give me a little bit?" Chen Waixiu was very thick-skinned and walked quickly. Approaching the cast iron pot, he was about to lift the lid, and a sharp cold light bloomed in front of him, with a penetrating edge, the cold made him numb, and he quickly retreated.
"Chen Zong... What do you mean, do you want to kill me just because of a little bit of animal meat..." Chen Waixiu was fierce.
"Shame." Chen Zhong said disdainfully, "If you want to eat monster meat, hunt it yourself."
"Isn't it just a little bit of monster meat? It's not uncommon for me to give it to me." Chen Waixiu became angry, pretending to turn around, suddenly kicked out, kicked a stone, and hit the cast iron pot like a meteor, intending to hit the cast iron pot. turn.
Since they don't have to eat, let them eat too.
"You..." Chen Zhong didn't have time to react.
The sword light flashed, the stone was shattered and turned into fine particles, some of which were reflected towards Chen Waixiu, hitting him, causing endless pain.
"Chen Waixiu, you really need to be beaten." Chen was furious, rushed over, punched out, and Chen Waixiu ran away.
"It's not even a monster, you can hunt it down too." Chen Waixiu shouted while running.
"A villain." Chen Zhong did not chase, but said disdainfully.
"Don't care about him, it's almost cooked, let's start eating, clan brother." Chen Zong smiled, not taking Chen Waixiu to heart.
Lifting the lid of the pot, an indescribable fragrance penetrated into their nostrils, making their saliva drool.
There is almost no oil on the thick soup, and the large chunks of monster meat float up and down, which is very tempting. As for the other cast iron pot, it is still simmering, and all the essence in the bones must be boiled out and solidified into glue.
The two eat.
Kick off the unwanted parts and bones, and the remaining meat is more than 100 pounds, enough for two or three days to eat.
Next, the two of them took turns patrolling around.
Chen Zong's footprints are getting farther and farther, and the probability of encountering monsters is also increasing. After seeing blood in the first battle, Chen Zong will encounter monsters again, even if it is a first-level middle-grade monster. Without the slightest sense of tension, he was able to exert his strength and fight against him.
However, the level of the first-level mid-rank monster is equivalent to the fifth-layer Qi and Blood Realm warrior, but it is more powerful than the ordinary fifth-layer Qi and Blood Realm warrior. The first time, Chen Zong tried his best to kill him. He was also injured a little, mainly because he was inexperienced in life-and-death combat with monsters.
With more and more life-and-death battles with monsters, Chen Zong felt that the sword in his hand seemed to be getting sharper and sharper.
He knew very well that it was just a feeling. The sword was still the same as it was, and it had not changed in the slightest. What changed was his own mentality and will.
It has been a month since he came here. During this period, Chen Zong killed eight low-grade monsters and three middle-grade monsters. Now he is no longer the rookie he used to be.
"I feel like I'm about to grasp the subtlety of the real sword eight-style." Chen Zong said as he walked out and continued to patrol.
Fighting the life and death of monsters again and again has made him grow in all aspects.
Go deeper.
Suddenly, Chen Zong was locked by a terrifying aura, his whole body shivered.
"What a terrifying aura."
"This kind of momentum is definitely better than a first-level middle-grade monster, is it a first-level high-grade monster?"
If it is a first-grade high-grade monster, then I don't know whether to call it good luck or bad luck.
The more powerful monsters near the mines are either killed or driven away. The most common ones are low-grade first-grade monsters, and sometimes they will encounter first-grade middle-grade monsters. As for first-grade high-grade monsters, there are very few.
A tingling sound followed, as if it sounded from the depths of the throat, and like a rolling thunder, it rushed into Chen Zong's ears.
Chen Zong's eyes were condensed, and he stared at the direction of the voice. He saw a figure slowly paced out from behind a big tree that the two of them hugged.
It doesn't look tall, it is about one meter eight in length, not counting the tail, and it is less than one meter in height.
The green eyes seemed to be able to radiate light, cold, cruel and cunning, being stared at, Chen Zong instinctively felt uncomfortable, and the exposed fangs were even more frightening.
Its back is slightly arched, like a bulge of vertebrae, like cast steel.
This is a wolf, a big blue wolf.
"Iron-backed blue wolf... A first-class monster..." Chen Zong whispered, took a deep breath, the second stage of the fierce tiger art was carried, the power of qi and blood flowed rapidly, and the power surged, like a tiger and beast. , and then diffused out of the body, as if there were bursts of tiger roars.