Chapter 6 Breakthroughs One After Another

(The sixth update of today's outbreak is over. After reading it, everyone wash and sleep, we will meet tomorrow)

"Escape into the forest..." Chen Zhigang frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with Chen Dazhong's move by a fourth-level qi and blood warrior, and even let a second-level qi and blood escape: "Forget it, a mere second-level qi and blood goes deep into the wind roar. Lin, there is only one dead end."

Chen Zhigang paid for it himself, even if he went deep into the wind and roar forest, he would not get any benefit.

"Brother Gang, this is the fierce tiger that my brother encountered in the Wind Howl Forest. It was because of it that Chen Zong had a chance to escape, but this tiger was beaten to death by my brother. These are for Brother Gang." One of the tiger's legs was handed to Chen Zhigang.

"Okay, there are fewer and fewer fierce tigers in recent years." Chen Zhigang took the tiger's legs with excitement, his eyes shining: "With it, my blood can be more condensed and stronger."

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The cabin in the forest was cleaned up by Chen Zong, and it was much cleaner.

Outside the house, after Chen Zong practiced Tiger Force Boxing, he began to practice swords.

The light in the forest was dim, and the iron sword was mottled with gray and black, and it was difficult to see the reflection of light when waving it.

The eight types of real swords are practiced over and over again, becoming more and more proficient.

After practicing the eight poses of the real sword for a few times, his stomach was a little hungry. Chen Zong walked to the stream and stared at a big fat fish. He had an iron sword in his hand, and his breathing became vague.

Unexpectedly, the fish reacted extremely quickly, and the moment the iron sword entered the water, his tail flicked, and he swam away quickly, letting Chen Zong's sword fail.

"I don't believe it." Chen Zong came up stubbornly, not giving up without stabbing a fish with his sword.

Adjusting the sword again and again, the final result was that I was hungry and deflated and barely stabbed a fish. I quickly took out the sparkling stone brought from home and ignited the dead leaves, slaughtered the fat and big fish weighing five or six kilograms, and put it on the shelf. Roasted on fire.

After a while, the golden fish oil dripped, sizzling, and the fragrance overflowed, sprinkled with seasonings brought from home.

After it was cooked, no matter how hot it was, Chen Zong took a bite first, gasping in his mouth with a look of satisfaction.

Not long after, a big fish with about five pounds left after the slaughter entered Chen Zong's stomach.

After resting for half an hour, Chen Zong got up and continued to practice Tiger Force Boxing ten times at a time.

"I feel that my Tiger Force Boxing has reached the limit of the Great Completion, and I can break through to perfection. What is missing?" Chen Zong lowered his head and pondered.

The picture of the tiger descending the mountain was not brought, but the picture had already been imprinted in Chen Zong's mind. He closed his eyes and thought, and it appeared clearly.

From the picture, Chen Zong has a lot of insights, but those insights are scattered and can not be coherent, and there is no opportunity for breakthrough.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in Chen Zong's mind, a pair of icy and domineering eyes flashed, an inexplicable horror emerged for no reason, and the chill was blowing.

The real tiger figure overlapped with the tiger figure on the picture scroll, and a flash of inspiration seemed to break the shackles. The fragmented understanding was connected by a line. When the blessing came to the heart, Chen Zong opened his eyes and burst into an amazing light. Tiger squat.

With Chen Zong's subtle adjustments, a trace of power like a fierce tiger quietly condensed on his body and gradually spread out. In a tree hole not far away, a big gray rabbit was running out. He felt That power suddenly shuddered and shrank into a ball, like a big meat ball, unable to move, as if seeing the tiger, the king of beasts.

The fish in the stream fled in a panic in the distance.

Ten minutes later, Chen Zong's body swelled up and punched out. The terrifying power rushed forward with the punch, and the wind roared ear-piercingly, like a tiger roaring in front of him. The gray rabbit was trembling again and again, foaming at the mouth and spreading out his limbs, and he was actually scared to death.

After the Tiger Force Fist was hit once, the final Tiger Violence was even more powerful and terrifying. It was far superior to the past. The heart was agitated, the blood was agitated, and I felt that my strength was rapidly increasing.

"This feeling is great." Chen Zong was excited: "The tiger force boxing method is complete,

Even with his cultivation, he has reached the peak of the second level of Qi and Blood, which is only one step away from the third level of Qi and Blood, at least equal to my three or four months of cultivation. "

"The realm of perfection is for the tiger power, that is, it exudes the might of a fierce tiger, which can deter the target."

"The person who created this boxing technique is really amazing."

The reason why the tiger is so strong is not only because of its own powerful strength, but also because of the power of the king of beasts.

"Every time the level of martial arts is improved, I can increase my blood energy by a small amount. Next, if I can improve the eight-style of the real sword to a small success before the martial arts battle, I may have a certain chance to break through to the blood and blood realm. Three floors."

"But before that, Tiger Force Boxing had just broken through and continued to practice and consolidate."

The Tiger Force Boxing in the Perfection Realm has 70% of the training parts of the body, which is better than the True Sword Eight Forms in the Entry Realm. Every time he practiced, Chen Zong could feel the blood energy surging in the body, and it seemed to grow little by little.

After practicing Tiger Force Boxing 30 times in a row, Chen Zong felt his limbs go weak and his stomach growled again. He walked over, brought the frightened gray rabbit to death, slaughtered it, cleaned it, and grilled it on the fire.

This big gray rabbit weighs a full ten pounds, enough to eat twice.

After eating, take a rest, while resting, you will think about the essentials of the eight types of true swordsmanship, and then continue to practice.

Practice boxing, practice swords, eat and sleep.

This is the daily life of Chen Zong in the cabin in the woods.

It is very quiet here, without any interference, Chen Zong can devote himself to the cultivation with all his heart, and he can feel his progress every day.

Another night passed, and Chen Zong walked out of the cabin. The first thing he did was to draw a sword and draw the tenth trace on the tree trunk next to him, indicating that Chen Zong came here on the tenth day.

After washing quickly, he walked to the stream and stared at a fish. Waiting for the opportunity, he gathered momentum, exerted strength, and used his sword. The sword body broke through the air, bringing a faint sound of wind, broke into the water, and pierced the big fish with a sword.

Martial arts practitioners eat a lot, especially like Chen Zong. Except for rest, all other time is spent on cultivation, which consumes more energy.

When I wake up in the morning and go to bed at night, I have to eat six meals, each of which is at least five catties of fish or rabbit meat, which is the most eaten thing, and occasionally snake meat.

Dozens of pounds of meat are eaten every day, and after training, it is absorbed by the body, strengthens the blood, feeds the body, and becomes stronger and stronger, but the strength is still at the level of 300 pounds. This is the bottleneck. Only breakthroughs can continue to improve.

Tiger Force Boxing has reached a state of perfection, and Chen Zong does not need to think about how to break through. Therefore, he practices Tiger Force Boxing ten times in the morning and evening, and spends the rest of the time on True Sword Eight Forms. There will be some parts that are different from the True Sword Eight Forms. When the two are combined, they can be exercised all over the body, and the effect is better.

Chen Zong also found that stabbing the fish with a sword would also be helpful to the practice of the eight styles of the real sword.

"Dad said that swordsmanship is about speed, accuracy, and stability. All three are indispensable. Otherwise, it's just fast. If you can't pierce the target, it's useless."

"Before, I couldn't stab a fish with a single sword, but it wasn't accurate enough or stable enough. After ten days of practice, both accuracy and stability have improved a lot, but there is still room for improvement."

"Exercise is fast, accurate, and stable. In addition to sticking fish, maybe I can try other methods."

After thinking about it, Chen Zong took a straight branch with the thickness of a thumb and inserted it on the ground. The person stood in front of the branch, his eyes fixed on the branch, and he was concentrated.

Raise your sword, chop down.

The sword fell from the branch, but did not hit the branch.

"So much worse!" Chen Zong was stunned, thinking that his sword was accurate enough.

"Come again."

Concentrated, he raised his sword and fell.

Practice again and again.

the eleventh day!

The twelfth day!

Thirteenth day!

Day fourteen!

Day 15!

After practicing the eight poses of the real sword for another twenty times, Chen Zong raised his sword and walked to a straight branch with the thickness of chopsticks, raised his sword and fell, and split the branch with one sword.

"Okay, the caliper has really improved a lot." Chen Zong showed a smile.

To keep improving, Chen Zong replaced the chopstick-thick branches with thinner branches.

Another new day, Chen Zong drew his sword and carved another trace on the tree trunk.

"There are still four days before the martial arts battle." Looking at the twenty traces on the trunk, Chen Zong said to himself.

Walking to the stream, staring at a big fish, he stabbed out with a sword, the sword was very fast, the sword tip broke through the water and provoked, and a big fish was running on it.

After eating the fish, Chen Zong drew his sword and practiced the Eight Forms of the True Sword.

One time, two times, three times... the ninth time, the last style - the explosive sword style!

The force penetrated the body of the sword and exploded in an instant. The body of the sword rubbed violently with the air, shining with dazzling rays of light, passing through the darkness in the forest.

"The body of the sword is light, and it can affect the eyesight. It's for Xiaocheng." Chen Zong was startled for a while, and then he was overjoyed.

It took me five days to train the eight-style of the real sword to the entry level. I thought it would take at least a month to train the eight-style of the real sword to a small level. I didn't expect that without outside interference, In addition to training such as sticking fish and splitting branches, it only took fifteen days to reach the realm of the eight types of real swords.

"Okay, it seems that my training method is indeed correct." Chen Zong was even more happy. The Eight True Sword Forms were passed down by the mysterious sword tip, but the methods of sticking fish and splitting branches were thought up by himself. Perhaps Such a method has already existed, but at least no one has taught him, it is entirely the result of his own efforts.

There is nothing more exciting than the sense of achievement that comes from nothing and makes progress through your own efforts.

At this time, Chen Zong felt that his body was full of turbulent blood, like the water of the great river, and the body was undergoing a change wherever he passed. Some of the energy of the dozens of catties of animal meat eaten every day was lurking in the body. As the surging blood energy was continuously guided out, it merged into the limbs and bones, and strengthened Chen Zong's muscles, bones and membranes little by little.

"This feeling...the cultivation base is about to break through."

Quickly put on the Fujian style, and once again performed the eight real sword styles, using this as a guide, refining the power emerging in the body and accelerating the breakthrough.

After several times of True Sword Eight Forms, a more powerful force grew from the depths of the body, permeating the whole body, and the muscles were tense, making Chen Zong feel stronger and stronger.

"Hahaha, I have finally reached the third level of Qi and Blood." Chen Zong couldn't help laughing: "In the martial arts battle, I must have a share in the top three, Chen Zhigang and Chen Dazhong, we should also settle our accounts. "

"However, there are still a few days before the martial arts battle. Taking this opportunity, I can still improve a bit."