Chapter 280 Practice in March (Second update, 3000, please subscribe!)
Three months passed in a blink of an eye.
Qibao Glazed Sect, Chen Xin’s private training ground.
"Dang!"
"Dang Dang Dang!"
"Dang!"
A young man with long gray-blond hair was having a fierce confrontation with an aloof old man with white beard and hair and a cold face.
The sound of steel colliding with weapons shook the surrounding trees and weeds and turned them into powder.
From time to time, there are flying death sickle auras and sword auras full of cold murderous intent, flying in all directions amidst the cold roar.
The ash-blond young man is Fang Ling.
His cold eyes revealed absolute rationality, and he held the Death Scythe tightly in his hand. The blade of the scythe was shining with brilliance. It was a combat skill integrating mental power and soul power.
The fighting will permeated in the flash of light makes people infected by just one glance, and they can't help but get excited.
The white-haired old man is naturally a dust-hearted person.
He holds the top-notch powerful attack weapon Wuhundian Seven Killing Sword, which is about two meters long and has a blade half a foot wide.
The bloody light of killing surrounded it, and the cold murderous aura seemed to want to kill the whole world.
Fang Ling did not use the divine power of death to enchant it. The sickle of death already had the ultimate death attribute, and the divine power was too cheating to achieve the training effect.
in continuous battles.
The surrounding hills facing the two people had long since had their soil removed, revealing a grayish-yellow and dark rock texture.
Even the hard rock seems to have been plowed through by countless swords, with ferocious and frightening cracks everywhere.
If there were two more splits, the mountain might just roll down.
After keeping the Poseidon's Heart well, Fang Ling came here to practice seriously.
At the same time, you can exercise the sickle technique, the body technique, and the warrior's will.
The method is the same as before, still no soul ring is used, only soul power and mental power are used to engage in a fierce battle with Chen Xin.
Soul power and Chen Xin are better, and spiritual power is not far behind the two.
But Fang Ling has multiple soul bones that are one hundred thousand years old and above, and seven hundred thousand year soul rings. The power and strength of his body are far higher than Chen Xin.
Without using soul rings, overall, the combat power is very close.
The battle between the two was very dangerous.
It is precisely because of this that Chen Xin must use all his strength in every battle to deal with Fang Ling's attacks.
In order to achieve maximum growth, both of them were merciless and deadly in their attacks.
If you don't pay attention, you will be cut into two pieces.
"Their battle is too dangerous to hold back. If you miss, you will die, or at best be seriously injured. Does the tempering of will have to be like this?"
Under Gu Rong's protection, even though Ning Rongrong came to watch the battle every day, there was still a look of worry in her eyes.
Both the mind and the body were infected, and they were trembling to the extreme.
The unparalleled momentum seemed to shatter the sky.
Although Ning Rongrong is an auxiliary soul master, he also likes to watch Fang Ling and Chen Xin's training.
At this time, he was frightened by this momentum and was a little distracted: "I remember that Grandpa Jian and Fang Ling were never so serious when they were fighting..."
"When the two of them fought before, Grandpa Jian was quite relaxed. Why is it so difficult today?"
The skeleton-like Gu Rong was also shocked by Fang Ling's strength. He explained to the confused Ning Rongrong:
"Because Fang Ling wasn't so strong before, but now he is."
Gu Rong told the results of his prediction.
"Even though the old swordsman seems to have the upper hand, he can only rely on his stronger will to show off his power in the early stages of the duel."
“Fang Ling grew up too fast!”
"With the passage of time, the old swordsman's physical strength was not as strong as that of the young and energetic Fang Ling. His strength was also far inferior. He was unable to defeat Fang Ling quickly and failed at the beginning of the battle."
"Will Grandpa Jian lose today?" Ning Rongrong was extremely surprised.
Gu Rong nodded:
"This is a training exercise for both sides. Fang Ling wants to use this to improve his will and skills, and the old swordsman wants to get a glimpse of his path to level ninety-seven during the battle."
"They all enjoy it. Failure and victory mean nothing. Growth is the most important thing."
Ning Rongrong observed the battle situation, just as Gu Rong had judged.
At the beginning, Chen Xin seemed to be no longer a person, but a hurricane, and an aura that could not be described in words exploded from his body instantly.
Fang Ling felt as if he was hit head-on by an extremely sharp force.
Then the giant sword that had been used for cutting spread out, splitting into endlessly fragmented cold blades, trying to pull his flesh, cut his bones, and drain his blood.
The burst attack makes it impossible even for ordinary defensive Contras to use soul skills to resist.
Even if you have a growing divine body, you can't make it so hard.
Fang Ling used his martial spirit to fight head-on.
The tenacious martial spirit and violent momentum made the clouds in the sky seem to be torn in half.
In the early stage, Chen Xin managed to hold on, but in the middle stage, the battle was tied, and in the later stage, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
It's not fear or fear, it's a warning from his body that he's exhausted.
Facing Fang Ling, whose reaction was far superior to him, his skills were not far behind, his body was far superior, and his willpower was only slightly inferior.
In the eyes of onlookers, it is as if the dusty heart is undergoing a test. He felt his slightly trembling arms and couldn't help but curse inwardly.
This little monster!
How long is it?
It was originally a long-handled war scythe of the agility attack system, but now it feels like the Clear Sky Hammer.
It is so powerful and heavy that one can almost lose control of his sword due to its huge strength.
"Kill!"
With a loud shout, Chen Xin concentrated his soul power and mental power to the extreme.
The bright scarlet light bloomed on the Seven Kills Sword, and the nine shining soul ring crystals inlaid on the sword also emitted a dazzling light under the burst of soul power.
It's not the use of soul skills, it's the light naturally emitted by the influx of soul power into the martial arts.
While he still had the strength to deliver a peak blow, Chen Xin struck the strongest blow.
"Kill!"
Fang Ling's cold voice also echoed throughout the cold training ground.
Gritting his teeth, his soul power vibrated, and the giant scythe and the incoming giant sword refused to give way.
The two men looked at each other with ferocious expressions on their faces.
After another collision that shook all directions, Chen Xin was finally unable to withstand the raging sickle energy and Fang Ling's huge power, and his martial soul spun around and stuck in the ground.
He took a few steps back and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.
Although he lost to Fang Ling and although he was in excruciating pain, there was no sadness on his face. Instead, he was laughing with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
"It's so powerful, Fang Ling!"
"Thanks to the teacher's teachings." Fang Ling smiled slightly, withdrew the power of death, and immediately activated the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone to heal him with powerful life energy.
Playing in March, the harvest and growth are amazing enough.
All three goals of coming here have been achieved.
The brand new changes on the panel showed Fang Ling's efforts.
Sickle Technique Lv8 (skill expertise, relying on the guidance and restraint of the powerful warrior's will, your mental power and soul power fusion combat skills go further, you are the strongest Sickle Master.)
Movement Lv8 (Skill expertise, excellent control of your own power, allowing you to use the smallest strength to make the greatest dodge. You are the strongest movement master in Douluo Continent.)
The growth of the two skills and expertise is expected. After all, the effect of the special expertise War Madness can greatly shorten the growth time of the skills and expertise.
You know, this is a non-stop battle for three months!
Even Fang Ling felt a little tired after fighting with all his strength.
The warrior's will successfully grew, from Lv7 to Lv8, and then transformed into a domain.
Warrior Domain Lv4 (Ontological expertise, a domain born and sublimated from the tenacious fighting will bred in life and death fights.)
(The strong will developed in the sustained and continuous all-out effort can fully boost the morale of the allies, allowing those who are allowed to ignore the impact of pain on the physical body under the infection of fighting will.)
(All attributes of one's side are increased by 20%, soul power operation speed is increased by 50%, and all attributes of the enemy are increased by 10%.)
(The speed of your own soul power flowing through the body is passively increased by 105%, and the quality of your soul power is increased by 50%.)
(Additional specialty: Overload, which can forcibly stimulate the body through soul power, further stimulating the body's power, and the meridians will be seriously damaged.)
The additional expertise has no effect, it is useful for cannon fodder, and Fang Ling cannot use it.
Compared with the bells and whistles of the death field, this is a relatively simple field that improves one's own morale and weakens the enemy's morale.
There are also full attribute enhancements, which can be partially superimposed with the Death Domain.
Useful, but not much.
It is useless no matter how fast the soul power flows. Fang Ling is already the fastest in the world, and the improvement in quality makes his soul power more and more satisfying.
Under Fang Ling's treatment, Chen Xin's injuries improved very quickly. He smiled and sighed:
"In terms of skills and will alone, in three months, you have grown at an extremely fast speed to the limit of what I can help. I can't teach you anything anymore."
"After months of continuous fighting, the old bones in my body are almost falling apart."
Chen Xin sat up, not feeling the slightest shame of being defeated by the latecomer.
He felt particularly happy to teach Fang Ling, who was better than his master.
Taking advantage of the pure time of exhaustion, he closed his eyes and began to meditate in the ruins after the war, while at the same time he carefully comprehended his martial soul.
The ferocious giant sword was held in his hand, with scarlet blood-colored light surging on it.
After a long time, Chen Xin opened his eyes again.
"Teacher, are you going to advance to the ninety-seventh level?" Fang Ling's expression fluctuated slightly as he felt the increasingly powerful murderous aura in Chen Xin.
"Soon." Chen Xin chuckled. This was the harvest after three consecutive months of fierce battle for power.
He already felt that a breakthrough was close at hand.
"Congratulations, teacher." Fang Ling congratulated.
"You grow up quickly." Chen Xin shook his head.
"Stop being humble to each other and come to eat. After playing for so long, you should be hungry. Practice after eating."
Ning Rongrong ran over quickly, her face full of joy.
She had a sweat towel ready in her hand and took the initiative to help Fang Ling wipe the sweat from his face.
"No, there's no need to practice anymore." Chen Xin took the towel from Ning Rongrong, wiped it on his face, and shook his head.
"I can't put any more pressure on Fang Ling. He will have to walk the further road alone."
Ning Rongrong's expression suddenly changed. Doesn't it mean that Fang Ling will leave here soon?
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