Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 39

The Martial Arts School of Lu Xuebu, the special training area for congenital qi.

This is a huge room with iron-gray metal thick walls on six sides, without any doors and windows, and the atmosphere is depressing.

Zhao Tianji, deputy director of the Lu Academy, sat in the center of a room thousands of square meters. Dozens of true disciples were scattered in the room, some densely some sparsely, and they all stood according to the coordinates painted with red paint under their feet.

"Let's start." Zhao Tianji said lightly.

Dozens of sharp and sharp breaths rose at the same time.

Zhao Tianji's true disciples shouted in unison:

"Being a human being, don't compare yourself too much, if you want to compare, compare yourself to Gang Qi Yu!"

After shouting loudly, countless pure white gas needles condensed from the body-breaking qi burst out from the pores of the true disciples' bodies, like rain and waterfalls, covering the sky and covering the earth!

In the airtight room, dozens of people have no way to avoid it. Only when the qi rain shot by others is in front of them, the outer qi cloth body is transported to resist the attack of the 360-degree qi rain that fills [-] degrees.

The innate qi is extremely rigid and strong, and its protective outer qi is particularly domineering. It is extremely hard and is not afraid of being hacked by a knife or an axe. Moreover, the counter-shock force is extremely concentrated and unparalleled. Being shocked by the innate outer qi is like being stabbed with a sword. Hit mediocre.

However, it will not last long. Although the innate outer gang is strong and domineering, and it is both offensive and defensive, the cloth body consumes extremely fast and cannot be maintained for a long time.

Therefore, practitioners of innate qi must develop a lightning-like reaction ability to condense the outer qi at the moment of the enemy's attack and resist the attack.It can't be too slow, too slow can prevent the enemy's offensive, and it can't be too fast, too fast will increase consumption.

Zhao Tianji's congenital qi intensive training is to gather dozens of masters of the Lu Academy who have practiced congenital qi in one place, and release the rain of qi to each other in a closed environment, and at the same time use the outer qi to defend, It is several times more difficult than real combat, and it is both offensive and defensive.

The red lacquered cross with the name written on the ground is the position mark of Zhao Tianji's true disciples. The stronger the true disciple, the farther the coordinates of other people are from him, so as not to be too close. Qi Yu hit and seriously injured.

After the last round of stellar qi rain in today's training, dozens of true disciples had already collapsed, with blood holes all over their bodies from the stellar qi needles. Their faces were distorted, and they fell to the ground groaning in pain.

"Master Zhao, the training is over, 16 people passed and 25 people failed." The true disciple standing in the most open place raised his chest and reported the number.

"It's not over yet." Zhao Tianji tilted his ears, as if he was listening to the wind, "Let her stellar energy fly for a while."

The wind is approaching.

Suddenly, the sound of bitter wind came from outside, and an invincible torrential rain swept across the wilderness. Numerous honeycomb-like pores appeared on the outer wall of the closed training room, and pure white qi needles that were dazzling were shot out from the holes. The number of genuine fragments embedded in it is terrifying, almost reaching the load limit of the innate qi.

The rain from the Gang Qi needle merged into a brilliant to bleak intense white light, which suddenly bloomed in the airtight training room.

Feeling the sharpness of death, the true disciples who were still standing in the training room instinctively moved their outer body. Among them, the innate outer body of the best one was like a thick layer of ice and snow, covering the whole person without leaving a trace. flaw.

It's raining, it's red.

The muffled groans kept ringing out, and the incessant qi needles shot out from the fine holes in the wall, causing a wave of blood on the true disciples who were still standing in the training room.

Bit by bit, it is red rain.

The heavy rain stopped, the whiteness faded, and only blood red remained in the training room.

Except for Zhao Tianji, who sat cross-legged and was safe and sound, none of the 41 true disciples was standing. Their struggling and moaning bodies on the ground looked like the trailer of a B-level movie with corpses strewn across the field.

"The thrips stay, the others can go."

Upon hearing Zhao Wou-ki's order, the 41 true disciples gritted their teeth and crawled on the ground, leaving blood-red marks, no matter how much they were injured or how much blood they bled.

Zhao Wuji waved his hand forward, a piece of pure white qi was as clear as the moon, cutting the honeycombed metal wall into pieces, his vision suddenly became brighter.

A hundred meters away from the closed training room, Thrips saluted Zhao Tianji briefly, and walked over calmly. She was tall, with right-angled shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. the weapon.

"Master Zhao, the first year of the Lu School is planning to use Liang De as a bait to save his life and kill others to increase his credits."

"I already know about this, you are not the only one I am most proud of in the first year of the Lu Academy." Zhao Tianji stood up, motioned for Thrips to follow behind him, and then walked towards the inside of the martial arts hall.

"Innate stellar qi breaks the body with four styles, rain, moon, wind and snow, you shouldn't only specialize in one style.

This lineage of martial arts has been verified by countless predecessors, and it has been passed down to the next style, and there is a reason for it to be passed down.You only practice the rain style, which is not enough to deal with the enemy. "

Thrips followed behind Zao Wou-ki, keeping a distance of one meter, as if measuring with a ruler, and said: "It's enough to divide life and death."

Zhao Tianji shook his head, "The way of martial arts is neither in life nor in death. The distance between life and death seems so close, but there are infinite fortunes. When the innate qi is cultivated to the deepest level, you have to turn death into life. Rebelling against innate, you have an extreme temper. It’s hard to prove.”

Thrips just pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes were full of indifference and fearlessness.

Zhao Tianji shook his head helplessly, and said: "Forget it, after you hang around in the situation of life or death for a long time, you will naturally understand the truth between life and death. This time, I will keep you here to confess to you."

"Master Zhao, do you want me to protect Liang De or kill Liang De?"

"I want you to beat him."

Zhao Tianji stopped, and said: "Yuan Tianren and Chang Tianwei's game is about the lives of all the people in the Sword Immortal Ruins, so I have to make a bet. If I want to make a bet, I have to let them see my confidence.

Only the chief instructor has the right to recommend students to skip grades to participate in the graduation trip. There are five places a year, Lin Baolong and Liang De have already occupied two, and there are three more.

The grade points recommended for recommendation have been prepared. All you have to do is to win Liang De once and let Yuan Tianren know who to let into the game. "

Thrips nodded sullenly, and after a while, she suddenly asked:

"What if I kill Liang De?"

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Tianji exuded an extremely strong confidence and arrogance:

"If you kill Liang De, then in this game, I will bet against Sheng Wuxu's Cannian."

Thrips watched Zhao Tianji leave, the light and shadow in the clear eyes were distorted, and the hexagonal network of compound eyes tattoos on the eyeballs were faintly visible.

Master Zhao, you are not qualified enough. Those who really entered the game, even if Sheng Wuxu came back from the dead, might not be able to win...

……

In the basement of the main building of the Lu Academy, Dong Tianbao punched Shan Futian in the chest, and the sound of metal cracking could be heard endlessly, as if a thousand layers of refined iron scale armor had been smashed by extremely powerful crossbow arrows.

The seven orifices of Shan Futian were bleeding, and the soul of martial arts seemed to be placed in a nuclear incinerator of thousands of degrees. The amazing heat made him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. In a trance, he seemed to see his soul thrown into the volcano together with countless red-hot steel bars In the mouth, the lava is rolling, and there is no part of the internal organs that is not burned, and the limbs are in pain, and the invisible hammer is still forging, forging, forging endlessly.

"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked.

Shan Futian was speechless in the pain of lava pouring on his internal organs.

Dong Tianbao punched him in the chest again.

The entire volcano was blown up, dark clouds covered the sky, the entire earth's crust cracked and shook, and the hot iron flow replaced the oceans and rivers, covering the entire planet, forged, forged, an iron body several times larger than the planet where the volcano is The planet fell from the sky, violently hitting the red-hot planet, once, twice, and the sound of cold forging echoed in the universe.

"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked.

Shan Futian felt that everything about him had become ashes, and was blasted into infinitely small particles in the collision of iron and fire in the stars. Not to mention thinking, even the most basic consciousness, even the existence of self began to blur. His language was gone, he could not decipher, he could not know, he could not think.

Dong Tianbao punched him in the chest again.

Shan Futian feels that he no longer exists, only pain, only the perception of pain to the point of insanity, even the pain itself feels pain without self, and wants to give up everything that makes him painful, but the self no longer exists, even the I can't be sure what is hurting, what should I give up?

Only the delusion to destroy everything boils.

Forging, forging, the invisible thing is being forged by the stronger invisible thing, Shan Futian doesn't know which one he is, nothing exists anymore, only pain and rage are extremely real.

"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked.

The dog days were burnt, and the human body: head, torso, limbs... The components of these primates disappeared one by one, and finally only a piece of red-hot iron remained in place, square in shape, like a piece of Translucent fire crystal.

Dong Tianbao was still dissatisfied, and punched the red-hot stubborn iron with his brutal and unreasonable force, which extinguished the flame, smashed the iron stone, and completely eliminated the actual body.

"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked into the air.

"I understand."

Air answered.

"Go and have a quick fight, and let Yuan Tianren see my capital." Dong Tianbao clenched his fists and grinned, the transparent air in the basement suddenly turned a scorching red copper color.

(End of this chapter)