The Strongest Soldier in the City

Unknowingly, the sunset came to the west, and the evening fell, Chen Liuhe still did not stop.

He has now fallen into a state of selflessness, forgetting time, full of mind and body, only blood and sword intent!

In a blink of an eye, the sunset faded, and the night fell, and the sky full of stars hung above the night sky, shining extremely.

Chen Liuhe still didn't stop...

He seemed to have gotten into the tip of a horn, as if he wouldn't return to his senses if he didn't realize it.

Chen Liuhe didn't know how many times he had swung the blood-red long sword and how many sharp blood beams he had cut in these few hours.

But the profound meaning of the blood sea sword intent, he still didn't control it.

Don't talk about control, you didn't even touch it.

"Puff" When he swung his long sword again, Chen Liuhe sprayed out another big mouthful of blood.

Once again, in the process of cultivating the sword of the sea of ​​blood, he was backlashed, and his inner palace and qi and blood received a lot of shock.

Chen Liuhe staggered, staggering to the ground.

His eyes finally had his own brilliance, and he returned to his senses, but his face was pale, and his face was full of pain.

"Have you failed again?" Chen Liuhe was stunned, annoyed in his eyes.

He was sure that in that dream, he felt something, that kind of feeling is very close to him, as if he could catch it with just one hand.

But in fact it is not like this. When it is actually put into practice, the feeling is illusory.

Close in front of him and far away, no matter how Chen Liuhe tried, he couldn't control that feeling.

"What the **** is going on? Where did the error occur? Am I on the wrong path?"

Chen Liuhe whispered softly, containing unwillingness: "The profound meaning of the sword of blood is always unpredictable..."

Chen Liuhe fell into introspection and contemplation.

But no matter how he thought about it, he didn't know what went wrong, and he couldn't find the reason.

In the end, Chen Liuhe sighed long and looked at the blood red sword lying beside him, showing a very bitter smile.

He looked up at the night, only to realize that it was getting dark so soon.

He was already a little hungry after he hadn't eaten for a day.

Picking up the "drink" and struggling to get up, Chen Liuhe shook his head and turned to leave.

Although he is a very stubborn person and very eager to make himself stronger, he is still a little sensible anyway.

I know that if you continue to practice today, you may cause more harm to yourself. If that is the case, the gain will not be worth the loss.

If you lose your life in the process of cultivating the sword of the sea of ​​blood, it will become a big joke.

Back to the dilapidated small temple, it was quiet and silent, and the two monks must have fallen asleep.

Chen Liuhe returned to his room lightly and saw at a glance that there was a vegetarian meal on the desk.

And the fast food is still warm.

This made Chen Liuhe startled slightly, and subconsciously looked back at the direction outside the door.

There was a ray of warmth in his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that the two old monks in this inconspicuous little temple with almost no source of incense were definitely not ordinary people, maybe one is more unfathomable than the other.

Especially after a conversation with the elderly monk last night, Chen Liuhe felt a little bit of dissatisfaction and vigilance in his heart.

But one thing is undeniable. They have no hostility towards themselves, and what they have done has moved them a bit.

"Perhaps, you really want to be good for me, but I'm very sorry, your Dharma may not save me, I have a path that I must walk, and the only way to stop is to die..."

Chen Liuhe muttered to himself softly, with a trace of apology to the old monk.

But this, the old monk is impossible to hear.

After eating the fast food, no one was wasted. Chen Liuhe simply washed it and went to sleep with his clothes.

That night, he was dreaming again.

It was the same dream.

This is too weird, it feels as if something is pulling him in the dark.

When he woke up from his dream that night, Chen Liuhe seemed to have another sentiment, and that sentiment became a bit deeper.

He couldn't wait to carry the blood red sword and went out.

It is still the place of the cliff.

Chen Liuhe worked tirelessly here again for a whole day, until late at night.

However, he came in full of interest, but he was still defeated.

On this day, he still didn't get any results, although he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the sword intent of the blood sea...

The only thing better than yesterday is that today's Chen Liuhe didn't vomit blood like yesterday.

After returning without success, Chen Liuhe returned to the old temple weakly.

Judging from the temperature of the meal, the time it takes to put it in his room will definitely not exceed five minutes.

This can't help but surprise Chen Liuhe. Is it possible that the old monk knows exactly when he comes back every day?

Thinking of this, Chen Liuhe couldn't help but shiver. His every move in this mountain was afraid that he could not escape the eyes of the two high monks!

While a bit of horror grew, Chen Liuhe couldn't help but smile.

Regardless of who the old monk is and what his background, Chen Liuhe has no choice but to show respect and gratitude to him.

They can't be wicked towards themselves either.

Otherwise, there is no need to treat yourself like this at all, otherwise, I am afraid I would have done it to myself long ago.

It's not difficult for them to harm themselves, just add a little poison to the food, although that doesn't poison themselves.

It was another quiet night.

Chen Liuhe had that strange dream again!

In the dream, there was still the stalwart old man and the back figure. No matter how hard Chen Liuhe tried, he couldn't get close to the old man, let alone see the other person's face clearly.

That sea of ​​blood remained the same, and the old man still just waved his arm, moving the heaven and the earth, making the sky full of sword glow and sweeping across the party!

After waking up, Chen Liuhe was still sweating profusely, with lingering heart palpitations, and still immersed in the shock of dreams.

Rao is that this dream has appeared for three consecutive days, but the shock has not diminished at all, each time it can bring unparalleled impact to Chen Liuhe!

On this day, Chen Liuhe continued to pity the sea of ​​blood and sword intent as before, and continued to follow the sentiment of Ruoyuowu in his dream, trying hard to capture the illusory meaning.

However, it still ended in failure.

As time passed, five days in the blink of an eye, Chen Liuhe lived a life like a copy, doing the same thing every day.

This night, Chen Liuhe was once again backlashed by the sea of ​​blood and sword intent, spurting blood.