Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

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"Boom! Boom!"

There was no cloud in the wilderness, but there was a faint thunder.

In the grayish center of the Gobi, a blood-red figure was burned, and the sword was constantly waved, and the layers of air and waves were rolled up, and the thunder burst.

Li Yao is practicing the knife!

Three months of training in the Thunder training camp, the first month to learn the basic movements and simple crystal control.

In the second month, you should integrate your own moves and exercises into the crystal.

In the third month, under the leadership of the instructors, go to some of the most dangerous places in the depths of the wilderness, kill the monsters, discover the treasures of heaven and earth, and constantly grind yourself in the **** killing.

Li Yao is wearing a blood knife and war.

This is a more ancient trench than the Seven Steps Rock Snake. Not many people like to use it in the camp.

Li Yao loves that its structure is simple, firm and reliable, and there are endless possibilities for modification, and it is convenient for him to play the power of the sword.

The chief instructor, Mao Feng, also highly praised the **** battle, and had many experiences of driving **** battles. All of them were imparted to Li Yao without reservation, so that he could fully appreciate the charm of this classic crystal.

The standard of blood knife warfare is a heavy straight blade with a length of 201 meters.

However, Li Yao replaced it with a 197-meter semi-curved machete, and opened a guide groove on both sides, which can give him the advantage of being quick and ghostly.

"boom!"

Li Yao once again stepped on the ground and the psionic power of the soles of the feet blew out. The air waves bounced hundreds of small stones and flew in all directions.

"Hey!"

For a moment, the blood knife smashed into dozens of red-red afterimages, and most of the small stones were covered.

Li Yao’s knife-cutting action could not be seen at all. He could only hear the sound of “嚓嚓嚓嚓”, and the small stones were broken into two halves and landed on the ground.

"boom!"

The last few pebbles, but they could not withstand the psionic bombardment, directly burst, turned into powder, and they all rose.

Li Yao received the knife. In the crystal eye of the blood-knife battle, a **** glow spurted out, scanning around for a circle, giving a faint sigh.

"Three hundred and seventy-two pebbles, only three hundred and sixty-four were opened. Six were directly bombed, and two were not attacked yet, and they have already landed on the ground."

"My body, and the crystal enamel still can't cooperate 100%, and the control of power is not enough. I can't reach the level of freewheeling and freehand!"

"Three days, I have stayed at this step for three days. Is this my limit?"

Li Yao is a little annoyed.

Since entering the second stage, his progress has become slower and slower, and there is no such thing as the first stage of the sprint and the hearty upgrade pleasure every second.

In the past three days, it has been stagnant. No matter how crazy cultivation, there is no improvement.

Chief Instructor Mao Feng told him that this is normal.

Any cultivation. There are bottlenecks and there are limits.

It is like a teenager. When you are adolescent, you can grow whatever you eat. After entering adulthood, it is difficult to grow more than one or two centimeters.

If a person grows up all the time, every second can be improved, even if it is one in a hundred million, it is terrible.

Li Yao is most in need now. It is a good day to rest, slow down the speed and intensity of cultivation, and consolidate what you learned a while ago.

Li Yao did not believe in this evil, only rested for a long time. Alone went to the wasteland to practice the knife.

"When is it possible to throw out a powerful knife like Long Wenhui!"

Li Yao manipulated the blood knife trench and took out a small angular stone from the storage pocket at the waist.

It was on that day, the deputy ally of the Winged Knife League, the piece that Jin Danqiang, Long Wenhui gave him.

Every aspect of the face left a strong sword of Long Wenhui. Every kind of knives contains infinite mystery.

Li Yao repeatedly tried to figure out, but it was only a preliminary experience of some of the three knives.

He is like a beginner who just learned to hold a pen, but he has to go to Linyi a master's splashing landscape, completely unable to start.

"Long Wenhui is a strong Jin Dan, his sword is not so good to understand."

"But I am wearing a crystal scorpion now, and the combat power has increased by more than three times, even if I know more than one knife!"

"One knife, I only need one knife!"

Li Yao held his breath and touched every cut of the pebbles again.

Although the fingers were wrapped in armor, the subtle touch was introduced into the mind, and the mysterious and mysterious knife was hidden in the fog, dreamlike and elusive.

With the pebbles in the bag, Li Yao once again began a boring cultivation.

Get out the knife, speed up, smash, and get the knife!

Monotonous movements, repeated again and again, Li Yao suddenly forgot the passage of time, immersed in the world of blood knives and stones.

With the blood knife and the war as the center of the circle, within a radius of one circle, the dense linen is full of tens of thousands of broken pebbles.

When he was finally exhausted, his eyes were black, and even when he stood still, he found out that it was dusk.

Behind him, suddenly there was a panicking scream.

The crystal eye behind the blood knife battle recorded a jaw-dropping scene.

The beasts on countless wilderness gathered in a tidal wave of tides, rushing to him.

In front of it, it is an ordinary beast.

Behind it, it is a strange monster.

Li Yao even detected several powerful demon soldiers.

They are not like hunting, but they are fleeing!

boom! Bang! Booming!

On the horizon, there was a dull vibration.

It is like a steel army composed of giant spirits, launching a dying charge, a thousand troops, and breaking the world.

Soon, a bunch of yellow waves appeared on the horizon, covering the sky and rolling in.

"sandstorm!"

Li Yao’s face was white.

Sandstorms, gathered by hundreds of hurricanes, rolling up hundreds of millions of tons of gravel and stones, forming a torrent of destruction, is one of the most terrible natural disasters in the wild.

This kind of natural disaster is often caused by the disorder of heaven and earth psionic power. There is no sign in advance, and it is divided into ten levels according to the destructive power.

Even the slightest level 10 sandstorm can easily roll up people and animals.

The seven-level sandstorm can smash the crystal train.

As for the fifth grade or above, it is even the horror that even the true repairers are not willing to face up!

This group of sandstorms can not be seen at the margin. The color is extremely deep, faint as ink, and there is also a hidden lightning.

Absolutely above level 5!

"run!"

Li Yao is in a twinkling of an eye.

"Hey. Hey!"

Behind him, the dust storm swallowed everything.

Constantly powerful monsters screamed and struggled, but they were still involved in sandstorms, not crushed by boulders. It was thrown into the clouds by the hurricane.

Li Yao raised the speed to the limit, and countless red data in the light curtain jumped wildly, reminding him that every power matrix was in overload operation, and the reaction tube of the lower abdomen was hot and hot, like a fireball. .

"Run! Run!"

Li Yao does not care, biting the back molars, speeding arrogant!

The power of nature is far beyond the imagination of mankind. After being mad for dozens of miles, he was caught up by the sandstorm. Instantly involved in the whirlpool of destruction!

In the sandstorm, it seems to be another world. Because of the psionic turmoil, a colorful hurricane is formed. If there is a wild beast with life, it will make a deafening roar, and there are thousands of serpent-like lightnings entangled among them, gorgeous, Magnificent, majestic, and magnificent, far beyond Li Yao’s imagination.

Numerous rock, beast, and monsters were caught by the violent hurricane and rotated at high speed in the sand. Collided together, broken bones, annihilated invisible.

Death is so close, like the door to the nine secluded yellow springs. In all directions, open at the same time!

The blood knife warfare is simply not able to resist the tear of the hurricane.

Li Yao struggled to run the dynamic array and wanted to break out the sandstorm. The result was that the two dynamic characters exploded on the spot.

The sturdy crystal squeak was pulled by two different directions and squeaked. It will be shredded at any time.

"Since you can't escape, you can't escape!"

Death is close at hand, Li Yao's heart is about to burst, the brain becomes extremely clear, and every second is so slow, as if to understand every detail of the sandstorm.

"Zhou Zhenghao said that it is right, this world is also a big training camp! I will continue to temper myself in the training camp of this world, continue to cultivate and keep fighting!"

"Even if I die, I have to kill this sandstorm first!"

Li Yao's eyes are red and bloody, and they are like wild beasts.

He no longer fled, but in the direction of the hurricane rotation, the power of the gust to the limit, the fastest speed, forward, forward, and advance!

This is not a rush, but a hurricane, all the way!

"call!"

A boulder was rolled up by the storm and came to Li Yao.

For a moment, Jin Dan’s strong dragon Wen Wenhui’s knives left on the small stone exploded from the depths of Li Yao’s brains and turned into a stream of light, pouring into his limbs.

"Hey!"

In the storm of death, in the colorful whirlpool, Li Yao waved an unstoppable knife and crushed the huge stone!

"Hey!"

A flying monster, also caught in a whirlpool, is struggling to maintain balance and rushing to him.

Li Yao shouted, the power matrix slightly tilted, deflected the direction, mixed with the wind and thunder, and rushed toward the flying monster.

The scimitar draws a nearly perfect arc and breaks the senior demon soldier!

"Boom! Boom!"

A group of purple hurricanes, mixed with the ruin of the land, rushed toward Li Yao.

Li Yao screamed and screamed, and the soul of the blood knife smashed around a layer of red mans, which seemed to make the crystal scorpion into a blood-colored giant of seven or eight meters high, and the psionic power that lingers over the machete. It is even more exciting than a dozen meters long, such as crazy edge!

"Roar!"

Li Yao’s throat was deep, and there was a meaningless wild cry.

This is the deepest part of the blood, when the human ancestors have not yet learned to speak, in the face of the wind and the earth, the volcanic eruption, the beast attack, it will naturally be a war.

Li Yao meets the hurricane, sprints, sprints, sprints!

The sword provoked the edge of the torn world, slamming in the center of the hurricane!

The hurricane was smashed by his violent and unparalleled psionic power, and he opened a big hole and made him wear it directly from the middle!

Immediately, this group of winds has turned into countless small winds, swallowed by other hurricanes, and dissipated invisible.

The hurricane was killed by Li Yaozhen! (To be continued.) xh118

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