My filial piety has gone bad

"You do not understand."

Chu Yan went to the valley without interest.

Midnight.

Xiao Ran was still swinging his sword.

Chuyan came out to look at Gudi again.

By the way, come to Jianping to see Xiao Ran.

The posture of swinging the sword has been deformed, the sword moves are weak, and the sword energy dissipates in three feet, lifeless.

"Do you see how soft your sword has become? When a man encounters this kind of thing, he should not be anxious. He should exercise more, take a shower alternately with hot and cold water, and maintain a good mood. Only then can he regain his glory."

Xiao Ran responded feebly.

"go away……"

This time, not only Chu Yan, but also Ling Zhouyue, who was taking a bath on the hot spring cliff, also found that Xiao Ran had already cut the sword for three hours.

This sword technique has no effect of sword practice, it seems to be pure catharsis.

Is it because the Tianjiao Conference is approaching and you are too nervous?

Or did my poker skills soar and I pushed him too hard?

Maybe it's just stress relief...

After all, it is a man.

The second half of the night.

Xiao Ran swung his sword thousands of times, but still resisted the urge to take drugs or spirit stones, and let the sea of ​​air dry up, only in this way would it be possible to drive the Blood Moon Bone to strike a critical blow.

It is also possible to drain yourself dry with a sword, activate the life-saving blood pack, and resurrect with full blood.

The sword energy he swung, from ten feet against the wind at the beginning, quickly to three feet without wind, and in the end, the wind was about to dissipate on his feet...

Chu Yan turned her head and looked out the window, almost moved by Li Ran, she was ashamed to weave and sew clothes, and even had the urge to go out and swing a sword with Li Ran.

Ling Zhouyue counted the number of sword swings by Xiao Ran in the hot spring, counting like sheep and fell asleep.

at dawn.

Xiao Ran swung his sword for the ten thousandth time.

After swinging the sword, his whole body was sore and he fell to the ground.

With a bang, the sword also fell beside him.

He really didn't have a drop...

suddenly!

A sword qi slashed out like a burst, and the vast sword qi set off a huge wave and spread instantly.

only a moment later.

Eighteen li away to the east, Zhaoxia Peak was cut off in half by the sword energy, and the top of the mountain crashed down, shaking the entire sect.

Sleeping Ling Zhouyue suddenly appeared on the edge of Jianping Cliff.

She frowned tightly, wrapped her body in a bath towel, and stepped on Xiao Ran's chest with her bare feet.

His face was as pale as a moon, his pelvis trembled uncontrollably, dripping blood slid down his legs, dripping onto Xiao Ran's chest.

"What are you doing!"

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Chapter 0114 Master, is this a weekend? [Ask for a monthly pass! 】

Xiao Ran only felt his chest soften, dripping heat seeped into his Tsing Yi, and he vaguely heard Master's voice.

He opened his eyes in a daze.

Xue Huahua's long legs, dripping blood, a white bathrobe, a cloud bun with bamboo branches slanted, and a face as beautiful as a fairy but as pale as snow...

Master?

No, that's a bad angle!

Xiao Ran shaded it with his hands, and turned to look east.

The mountain shadow of Zhaoxia Peak had already been sliced ​​off by the sword energy.

Although the size is shorter, it also has the sharpness of piercing the sky.

Looking inside the dantian again, Qihai is in a mess, and there is still the surging aftertaste of the tide after the hurricane.

That is to say...

"I succeeded?"

Xiao Ran hurriedly swallowed more than a dozen blood recovery medicines, and got up full of blood.

With a bang, the top of the mountain fell into the valley.

It caused birds to sing together, beasts to gallop, rumbling, and quickly spread to the entire sect.

Eighteen miles away, a sword chopped off a mountain, and ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators don't have the strength...

This technique is awesome!

Although it is the first time to cast it, there is only a one in ten thousand chance of becoming an African.

But if you add the power of resonance and forcibly fuse the bone of the blood moon with the link of the master, the probability will definitely increase!

Xiao Ran's heart was surging, his face was flushed, before he could turn around, he was kicked to the ground by Master again, stepped on his chest, and asked coldly:

"My teacher is asking you something!"

It's that bad angle again!

This time, Xiao Ran saw it.

There is a mist of mist...