Fist of Imagination

Lu Academy Martial Arts School, special training area for innate Qi.

This is a huge room with thick iron-gray metal walls on six sides. There are no doors or windows, and the atmosphere is depressing.

Zhao Tianji, the deputy instructor of the Lu Academy, sat in the center of the thousands-square-meter room. Dozens of true disciples were scattered in the room, some dense and some sparse, all standing according to the coordinates painted in red paint under their feet.

"Let's get started." Zhao Tianji said calmly.

Dozens of sharp and sharp auras rose simultaneously.

Zhao Tianji’s true disciples shouted in unison:

"Don't compare too much as a person. Comparing is just a matter of competition!"

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

In the sealed room, dozens of people had no way to avoid it. They could only move their outer gang cloth bodies to resist the attack of the 360-degree blind angle rain of Gang Qi when they were in front of them. .

The innate Gang Qi is extremely hard and strong, and its protective outer gang is particularly overbearing. It is extremely hard and is not afraid of being slashed by knives and axes, and its counterattack force is extremely concentrated and sharp. Being counterattacked by the innate outer gang is like being stabbed with a sword. Hit generally.

However, strength does not last long. Although the innate outer strength is domineering and combines offense and defense, the Gangqi cloth body is consumed very quickly and cannot be maintained for a long time.

Therefore, practitioners of innate Gang Qi must develop lightning-quick reflexes to gather the outer Gang at the moment the enemy attacks and resist the attack. It can't be too slow. If it's too slow, it won't be able to defend against the enemy's attack. It can't be too fast. If it's too fast, it will increase consumption.

Zhao Tianji's intensive training of innate Gang Qi is to gather dozens of Lu Academy masters who are successful in practicing Xiantian Gang Qi in one place, and continuously release the Gang Qi rain to each other in a closed environment, while simultaneously using the outer Gang defense. The difficulty is several times higher than that of real combat, and you can practice both offense and defense.

The red paint cross with the name written on the ground is the position mark of Zhao Tianji's true disciples. The more powerful the true disciple is, the further away the other people's coordinates are from him, so as not to be too close and the other people's strength will not be weakened. Severely injured by Qiyu.

After the last round of Gang Qi rain in today's training, most of the dozens of true disciples had fallen down. Their whole bodies were covered with blood holes shot by Gang Qi needles, their faces were distorted, and they fell to the ground groaning in pain.

"Master Zhao, the training is over. Sixteen people passed and twenty-five failed." The true disciple standing in the most open area reported with his chest raised.

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

The sound of wind is approaching.

Suddenly, a biting wind came from outside, and an invincible torrential rain swept across the wilderness. Countless honeycomb-like holes appeared on the outer wall of the airtight training room, and dazzlingly pure white Gangqi needles shot out from the holes. The number of true fragments embedded in it is terrifying, almost reaching the load limit of the innate Qi.

The rain of Gangqi needles merged into a brilliant to pale cool white light, which suddenly bloomed in the closed training room.

Feeling the sharpness of death, the true disciples who were still standing in the training room instinctively moved their Wai Gang cloth bodies. The innate Wai Gang cloth of the most outstanding ones was like a thick layer of ice and snow, covering the whole person without leaving a trace. flaw.

The rain is red.

Yinren's muffled groans continued to sound, and a continuous stream of Gangqi needles shot out from the 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’s all red rain.

The heavy rain stopped, the whiteness faded away, leaving only blood red in the training room.

Except for Zhao Tianji, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and safe and sound, no one of the forty-one true disciples was standing. The struggling and moaning bodies on the ground looked like a B-level movie trailer littered with corpses.

"Thrips stays, the others can go."

When the forty-one true disciples heard Zhao Wuji's order, no matter how badly they were injured or how much blood they bled, they gritted their teeth and crawled on the ground, leaving blood-red traces and struggling to leave.

Zhao Tianji waved his hand forward, and a piece of plain white energy, as clear as the moon, cut the metal wall that had become a honeycomb into pieces, and his vision suddenly became clearer.

A hundred meters away from the closed training room, Ji Ma briefly saluted Zhao Tianji and walked over calmly. She was very tall, with right-angled shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs, and an upright posture. She seemed to be wrapped in something sharp under her military green uniform. of weapons.

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

"I already know this. You are not the only true disciple I am most proud of in the first year of the Lu Academy." Zhao Tianji stood up, motioned to Ji Ma to follow him, and then walked towards the interior of the martial arts hall.

"The four postures of Xiantian Gangqi breaking the body, Rain, Moon, Wind and Snow, you shouldn't just specialize in one posture.

The martial arts of this lineage have been confirmed by countless predecessors, and the next style has its own reason for being passed down. You only practice the Rain Style, so your ability to deal with the enemy is a bit lacking. "

Thrip followed behind Zhao Wuji, always keeping a distance of one meter, as if measuring with a ruler. Hearing this, he said: "It's enough to separate 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 to be very close, but there are infinite creations. Once the innate Qi is practiced to the depths, one must turn death into life. Go against innateness. You have an extreme temper. I'm afraid... It’s hard to prove it.”

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

Zhao Tianji shook his head helplessly and said: "Well, after you have been in a life-or-death situation for a long time, you will naturally understand the truth between life and death. I am keeping you here this time to tell you something."

"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, "This game between Yuan Tianren and Chang Tianwei concerns the lives of everyone in the Sword Immortal Ruins. I have to bet. If I want to bet, I have to let them see my confidence.

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

I have prepared the GPA for recommendation. What you have to do is to beat Liang De once and let Yuan Tianren know who to let in."

Jima nodded with a wooden face. After a while, she suddenly asked:

"What if I kill Liang De?"

Zhao Tianji put his hands behind his back, exuding an extremely strong confidence and arrogance:

"If you kill Liang De, then this game will be a bet between me and Sheng Wuxu's regret."

Jima watched Zhao Tianji leave, the light and shadow in her clear eyes were distorted, and the hexagonal network of compound eye tattoos on her eyeballs were looming.

Master Zhao, you are not qualified yet. Even if Sheng Wuxu is resurrected from the dead, he may not win this round...

In the basement of the main building of the Lu School, Dong Tianbao punched Shan Futian in the chest. The sound of metal cracking was endless, as if a thousand layers of fine iron scales were broken by an extremely powerful crossbow.

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

"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked.

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

Dong Tianbao punched him in the chest again.

The entire volcano exploded, dark clouds covered the sky, the entire earth's crust cracked and shook, and the hot iron flow replaced the oceans and rivers, spreading across the entire planet, forging, forging, an iron planet several times larger than the planet where the volcano was located fell from the sky and violently hit the red-hot planet, once, twice, the cold forging sound echoed in the universe.

"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked.

Shan Futian felt that everything about him had turned into smoke and 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 the self began to blur, all language disappeared, he could not identify, could not recognize, could not think.

Dong Tianbao punched him in the chest again.

Shan Futian felt that he no longer existed, only pain, only the perception of pain to madness, even the pain of losing himself felt painful, and wanted to abandon everything that made him suffer, but the self no longer existed, and even what was hurting could not be determined, what should I abandon?

Only the delusion of wanting to destroy everything was boiling.

Forging, forging, the invisible thing was being forged by a stronger invisible thing. Shan Futian didn't know which one he was. Nothing existed. Only pain and rage were extremely real.

"Do you understand?" Dong Tianbao asked.

Shan Futian was burned. The human form: head, torso, limbs... these primate components disappeared one by one. In the end, only a piece of red-hot stubborn iron remained in place, square, like a translucent fire crystal.

Dong Tianbao was still not satisfied. He punched the red-hot stubborn iron. The unreasonable and unreasonable force extinguished the flames, smashed the iron and stone, and completely eliminated the actual form.

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

"I understand." The air replied.

"Let's have a good fight and let Yuan Tianren see my capital." Dong Tianbao clenched his fist and grinned. The transparent air in the basement suddenly turned into a scorching red copper color.