The Strongest Soldier in the City

Unconsciously, the sun set over the western mountains and dusk fell, but Chen Liuhe still didn't stop.

He has now fallen into a state of forgetfulness, forgetting time, and his mind and body are filled only with the sword intent of the sea of ​​blood!

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

Chen Liuhe still didn't stop...

He seemed to have sunk into a corner, as if he would never come back to his senses until he understood.

Chen Liuhe didn't know how many times he had swung the blood-red sword in the past few hours, and how many sharp bloody lights he had struck out.

But he still didn't have control over the secret of the Blood Sea Sword Intent.

Let alone control, not even touch.

"Pfft" After swinging the sword again, Chen Liuhe sprayed out another large mouthful of blood.

Once again, he suffered a backlash in the process of cultivating the Blood Sea Sword Intention, and his inner palace and Qi and blood were greatly impacted.

Chen Liuhe staggered and fell to the ground swaying.

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

"Did you fail again?" Chen Liuhe was stunned, with a look of annoyance in his eyes.

He was sure that in that dream, he had some realization, and that feeling was very close to him, as if he could grab it with just a touch of his hand.

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

So close in front of me yet so far away, no matter how hard Chen Liuhe tried, he couldn't control that feeling.

"What happened? What went wrong? Am I on the wrong path?"

Chen Liuhe murmured softly, with a hint of unwillingness: "The secret of the Blood Sea Sword Intention has never been captured..."

Chen Liuhe fell into introspection and contemplation.

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

Finally, Chen Liuhe let out a long sigh, looked at the blood-red sword lying beside him, and showed an extremely bitter smile.

He looked up at the night and realized that it was getting dark so soon.

He was already hungry after not eating for a day.

Picking up "Drink" and getting up with difficulty, Chen Liuhe shook his head and turned to leave.

Although he is a very stubborn person and extremely eager to make himself stronger, he still has some sense.

I know that if I continue to practice today, I may cause greater harm to myself. If that happens, the gain will outweigh the loss.

If he loses his life in the process of practicing the Blood Sea Sword Intention, it will become a big joke.

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

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

And the fasting meal is still warm.

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

There was a warmth in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

He knew that the two old monks in this small temple, which was so inconspicuous that it had almost no source of incense, were definitely not ordinary people. It was possible that one was more unfathomable than the other.

Especially after the conversation with the old monk last night, Chen Liuhe felt more or less dissatisfied and wary.

But one thing is undeniable, they have no hostility towards me at all, and the things they did moved me somewhat.

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

Chen Liuhe whispered to himself softly, with a hint of apology to the old monk.

But it was impossible for the old monk to hear these words.

After finishing the fasting meal, not a single grain was wasted. After Chen Liuhe simply washed himself, he put on his clothes and went to sleep.

That night, he dreamed again.

It was still the same dream.

This was too bizarre, it felt like something was pulling him in the dark.

When he woke up from his dream that night, Chen Liuhe seemed to have another realization, and that realization was a little deeper.

He couldn't wait to carry the blood-red sword out of the door.

It's still that cliff place.

Chen Liuhe practiced here tirelessly for a whole day until late at night.

However, even though he came with great interest, he still ended up disappointed.

On this day, he still didn't get any results, although he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the Blood Sea Sword Intent...

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

After returning in vain, Chen Liuhe weakly returned to the old temple. As soon as he walked into the room, what awaited him was the hot vegetarian meal again.

Judging from the temperature of the food, it definitely didn't take more than five minutes to put it in his room.

This couldn't help but make Chen Liuhe wonder. Could it be that the old monk knew exactly what time he came back every day?

Thinking of this, Chen Liuhe couldn't help but shudder. Every move he made in the mountain might not escape the eyes of those two eminent monks!

While feeling a bit frightened, Chen Liuhe couldn't help but smile.

No matter who the old monk was or what his background was, Chen Liuhe couldn't help but feel respectful and grateful just for his kindness.

It is impossible for them to have any bad intentions towards themselves.

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

It is not difficult for them to harm themselves. They can just add some poison to the food, although it will not poison themselves.

Another quiet night.

Chen Liuhe had that strange dream again!

In the dream, it was still the stalwart old man, and the same figure from behind. No matter how hard Chen Liuhe tried, he could not get close to the old man, let alone see his face clearly.

The sea of ​​blood in the sky was still the same, and the old man still just waved his arm, making the world move, and letting the sword light in the sky shine and sweep across the place!

After waking up, Chen Liuhe was still sweating profusely, still frightened, and still immersed in the shock of his dream.

Even though this dream appeared for three consecutive days, the shock did not diminish at all. It brought an unparalleled impact to Chen Liuhe every time!

On this day, as before, Chen Liuhe continued to pity the Blood Sea Sword Intention, and continued to follow the vague and vague insights in the dream, trying to capture the illusory meaning.

However, it still ended in failure.

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

That night, Chen Liuhe was once again hit by the sword intent of the Blood Sea, spitting blood.