Vol 2 Chapter 22: On the battlefield

Man sharpens his sharp edge in suffering!

When he was young, poverty caused Zhao Futu to be far more mature and stable than his peers, and everything he experienced after coming to this space made him feel the vicissitudes of the world. He always thought that the main theme of this space was fighting, struggling between life and death, but he doesn't think so now. Because he saw a lot of things other than life and death, those shocks that directly pointed to the human heart!

Uh ...............

When Zhao Futu stepped out of the camp, he felt a sorrow and anxiety in his heart. This feeling was like a heavy stone pressed against his chest, although he knew that he had nothing to do with Zhang Jiao. It's just a friendship, and it may not even be goodbye forever. But he just felt so depressed that he couldn't help but want to vent it severely!

铿锵!

浮 Zhao Futu pulled out a steel sword from his waist. He strode to an open area, and then practiced the silver cross swordsmanship again and again. Everything he experienced in the short quarter of an hour gave him a lot of shock, and also added a repressive emotion in his heart. It was a feeling beyond words, but he could use the sword in his hands. Vent it!

The silver cross swordsmanship opened its doors, and its murderous spirit overflowed. At a glance, it was a terrible momentum of fighting on the battlefield.

However, the feeling he revealed in one move and one style today is completely different. The sword is still that sword, the move is still those moves, but when he swings out a sword, it brings a heavy pressure like a mountain, that It ’s a very heavy feeling. It ’s like the vicissitudes of history. It ’s a trick and a force. The murderous spirit is still the murderous spirit, but it is no longer so tragic. It is a depression. It makes people seem to be even. Depression is difficult to breathe!

Zhao Futu's whole body was hot, his eyebrows beating, and Dan Tian also matched the heart's beating. The feeling was particularly sensitive when he broke through the big weekday cycle, as if the heart ran to the abdomen at once, what he could Feel the beat there! There is a trace of authentic energy running between Ren Du's second pulse. This is not the ability given by the nightmare space, but a trace of meager energy that he has accumulated for ten years in reality. His whole body begins to exudate a trace of Sweat, he can feel his pores are opening, Jianzhao's strength is getting stronger and stronger, but his breathing is getting slower and slower. At the end, there is only a faint reciprocation. It is already a breath between a breath and a breath. Two minutes away!

The body was unable to ingest enough nourishment, and a bit of backwash occurred. The brain was slightly confused because of insufficient support, but Zhao Futu's body seemed to have a force to support him to continue to practice the sword until he used the silver cross swordsmanship. At the last stroke, he suddenly felt that the pores in his body were like needles, and then his breathing stopped completely!

The brain's thinking is gradually clearing, and the fatigue due to hypoxia is also fading. His nostrils are not breathing, but his pores are in a new state of mysterious vomiting! The plume of oxygen is like a small trickle, which transports oxygen to all parts of the body along the movement of blood vessels. His heartbeat is steady and powerful, and his brain's thinking is extremely sharp!

"Click!"

Right in front of him, a foot away, a branch fell to the ground with a broken root.

浮 Zhao Futu stood up with his palms pressed down, and the breath around him calmed down. His head was covered with sweat beads. When the cold and hot met, a little white gas appeared on his wet hair.

"Breath rate!"

浮 Zhao Futu looked at the broken branch with incredible disbelief, and murmured, "I can't imagine that I can reach the fetal rate even if I move!"

As his last sword was cut, the strength that supported him was exhausted, and he felt a whole body of fatigue, as if he had been exercising violently for a long time. But he felt as if a channel was opened in the body. This channel started from the heart and lungs, just like a pipe that directly joined his thumb and little finger. If he remembered it correctly, it was a hand-yin in the twelve canons. Lung Meridian and Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian!

"Da Zhoutian? Didn't I already run through the Twelve Sects? Why did I open up again? Does it mean that what I did before Da Zhoutian did not really open up the meridians?"

The physical meridians are originally connected, and the general is disease-free. The practice of the practitioners is actually a further development, just like a small stream and a large river, but this development is extremely difficult. It is ten or twenty years. Accumulation. The monk is different from the masters of the house. The introductory course of the practitioner is to open up the second pulse of the governor. The reason is that these two meridians carry the upper, middle, and lower three fields. They are the essence of the body's essence, like the heart of a person. , And other meridians are like blood vessels, all blood is transported from the heart to the outside.

"Papapa!"

There was a burst of applause in the night, and then a tall and beautiful figure emerged from the darkness. She looked at Zhao Futu from afar, and sighed heartily: "I can't imagine that I can meet my thoughts when I meet People in Kendo! "

"I thought that all the contractors in the space only knew that the attributes would be a little bit more, and learned the skills through rewards."

浮 Zhao Futu was awakened by this voice, and suddenly interrupted that mysterious state of epiphany. This kind of unexpected but unanticipated thing was interrupted, and his face became very ugly at once.

He frowned, looking coldly at the woman who appeared suddenly, raising his hand was a sword!

The two were four or five meters apart, but Zhao Futu's sword waved, but the tall woman changed her face, and then flew away to avoid, but she was still a little slower. The ground convenience seems to have been cut by an invisible sharp blade, the ground has obvious sword marks, and the wide cloak of the tall woman has been cut off!

"Sword Qi!"

The woman's face changed slightly, and she was surprised, "You know how to use Huashan swordsmanship?"

Qi Huashan swordsmanship?

浮 Zhao Futu's face remained impassive, still the cold look, this sword gas was an accidental product, as if he had fumbled a little unexpected things. His own infuriance is very small, and the energy value converted is only enough for him to use it three times, but at this moment he can't expose the weakness of his newcomer, but still looks cold and honest: "You interrupt my epiphany, if you Can't give me an answer that pleases me! "

浮 Zhao Futu narrowed his eyes slightly, and a corner of his lips evoked a cold arc.

"Looking at you, it doesn't seem to take long to enter the space, right?" The tall woman raised her eyebrows, her face was puzzled, and then said: "I plan to make a deal with you, but before that I can free Send you a message. "

"Humph!"

浮 Zhao Futu snorted coldly and said, "Say!"

The contractor in the Yellow Turban Army, the woman in front of him is the one who has the most pressure on him. Now he can't reveal that he is a newcomer, and can only bite the bullet and install a big tail wolf. Everyone in the world likes to be bullied and tough. If he is a newcomer who has just entered the space for a long time, if he has nothing to learn to play pigs and eat tigers, I am afraid he will be divided by the hungry wolves.

You have to let others understand that you have to pay a very heavy price to deal with them, so that they can stop their greed.

If you look like a pig-like look, it is estimated that you can't wait for the day when you eat tigers. In all fairness, compare the heart to the heart, and a pig will usually give you a reward to eat or not?

You eat, do others eat?

In a world with too many killings, you don't show a bit of sharpness just to die!

No matter what, Zhao Futu has no choice at the moment. He has completely deviated from the encounters arranged by the space. Without going rashly, he has to become a moving treasure chest in the eyes of others!

At this moment, the tall woman also seems to be confused about Zhao Futu.

The man in front of him looked somewhat powerful, but it wasn't the kind of opponent that really attracted her attention, but anyone who tried to peek into his attributes was either vomiting blood or being seriously wounded by backstabbing. No one could detect his attributes. In this way, everyone is a little confused. Zhao Futu's perception is as high as 29 points. He is not a contractor who deliberately strengthens his perception. After five or six plots, he may not be higher than him!

After all, the secondary attributes are not like the primary attributes. Each mission has attribute points that can be increased.

Potential points are recognized as difficult in the space, and they must be completed by completing certain tasks. Most contractors need to strengthen their secondary attributes by redeeming them in the middle and late stages.

Uh ...............

高 The tall woman was about to speak, but suddenly turned back and glanced behind her, and said coldly, "Come out now."

A pale face appeared in the darkness, but it was the white-faced man Zhao Zhaotu saw before at the banquet. At this moment, his face was more handsome in the darkness, and his pale skin showed a hint of light in the moonlight. With a crystalline sheen, he crooked his head and looked up at Zhao Futu not far away, and then said to the tall woman, "Ling! You have become a lot stronger!"

"Yes, why do you say that the more I look at this guy, the more I feel like Linghu Chong? Especially when he just used his sword!"

The tall woman couldn't help but glance at Zhao Futu, and then said coldly, "There is so much nonsense!"

"I want to fix the soul in his hands! You don't want to interfere anymore."

The white-faced man with a handsome face smiled with a hint of coyness on his face. He looked at the woman named 'Ling' with interest and ridiculed: "This is the base of the Yellow Turban Army! Yes Zhang Jiao is here, you and I dare not take it easy! "

"Since it is a transaction, it depends on who is bidding high enough. The mandatory mainline task next month will be the gold storyline task ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Can you dare to do something with me here to anger the s-class story characters Zhang Jiao? That's the power to call the wind and rain, much better than your half-ridden Taoist priest. "

The white-faced man looked at Zhao Futu, and seemed to smile gently, saying, "Yes. This is the news that she just said that she would give away for free. Next month, the space will start a super large-scale compulsory gold main line task, task The content of this is still uncertain, but it is likely to be the first golden mainline mission since the space opened. "

"This woman is dying for money!" The white-faced man turned his head and mocked the tall woman, and then said, "Take this news that many people know to fool you like this new guy who has not experienced space missions just a few times!"

I do n’t know why. The white-faced man bit the word
new guy
very heavily. He squinted and smiled, watching Zhao Futu like a fox with a long-term plan.

浮 Zhao Futu suddenly rejected the man in front of him.

The congenital induction of the monk makes him feel that although the other person has been laughing, they are all smiling.