God is also suffering for the perishment of the same kind, pouring drizzle on this unknown town, but this little bit of sweet rain falls on the wound, but it makes people feel even more painful.

"Huh..." Chen Shaobai looked up at the sky, and the pain in his limbs gradually became numb. He did not treat it and let it go.

My childhood sweetheart, who has been dependent on each other for more than ten years, was forcibly abducted, and the pain in my heart was far greater than that in my body.

There is nothing more sorrow than death in the heart.

Born in this world for sixteen years, Chen Shaobai, who believes that men are bleeding but not crying, has never shown any weakness except for his mother's death. However, now, he is crying.

Tears and rain mixed together, slashing across the cheeks and shattering on the ground.

"It's good, no one can see me when I'm weak."

Silent crying gradually evolved into wailing loudly, and the vocal cords also roared.

Tears were dry, but Chen Shaobai was unwilling to be sad if he died. His fiancée was still waiting for him to save him. As a man, how could he fall here easily? Even if he wanted to fall, he had to try his best to squeeze out all his potential and still could not become a sword immortal. Only when he had extinguished all hope would he be qualified to fall.

Chen Shaobai's dark eyes merged with the night, deep and dark. His heart, which had originally maintained a little bit of pure and kind, was gradually transforming, becoming cold and cruel, and he could do anything to seek strength.

Perhaps because he was too sad before, he did not notice that a man in blue shirt holding an oil paper umbrella was walking towards him. When he came to his senses, the other party was already in front of him.

The visitor was eight feet tall, with very long arms, and although his hair was pitch black, his eyes were green, which looked like a mixed race.

He stared at Chen Shaobai, who was seriously injured and dying, for a while, and picked up the long sword in silence for thousands of years.

"This person should not be a good person who is law-abiding in the middle of the night."

Chen Shaobai did not say anything. The past two months of travel made him understand what a sinister heart was. He narrowed his eyes into a line, observed the person with his aftermath, held his breath, and remained motionless, and his body temperature was taken away by the cold night rain. In the dark, he looked like he was about to die of shock.

Qi therapy has limited effects, and such injuries are not too late to be cured. If you want to be silenced, you can only pretend to be dead.

The calmer Chen Shaobai became, the more agitated aura in his heart became, and deeper. Once it exploded, the more fierce and bloody it became.

"The most practical fast sword among the three thousand precision crafts, ten thousand years. As long as you don't encounter twenty-one famous soul-breaking swords, you will have the ability to fight without destroying it."

After recognizing the origin of the sword, the blue-eyed man pulled out a slightly curved sword from his waist, raised it high, and pierced it hard at Chen Shaobai's chest.

Puff!

Blood splattered everywhere, but it was quickly washed away and dissipated by the rain.

The night of killing people is dark and the wind is high, and the rain is the best helper, so it seems so natural to kill people to silence them.

After doing this, the blue-eyed man didn't look at the result and walked straight east - that was the direction of Zihuan City.

The limbs were broken and the chest was damaged. No one could survive such injuries. Even a swordsman known for his strong vitality could not.

"cough……"

When the blue-eyed man walked away, Chen Shaobai finally couldn't hold back his breath and coughed loudly. The blood bubbles in his lungs surged up. The fishy and sweet smell made him dizzy.

The lung was pierced by someone with a sword, causing pneumothorax immediately, and even breathing became difficult.

"Qi therapy!"

The temperature of the body suddenly rose and plummeted, and the wound on the body surface healed rapidly, but the musculoskeletons were still sticking together like a paste and could not move for a moment.

It's over!

Although Qi therapy is powerful, it requires the energy of the subject himself. The sword practice that lasted for an hour had already consumed his physical strength. With Ling Weizi's toss and consumption of Qi therapy, his body was squeezed dry and he could no longer squeeze out any nutrients and energy.

The state of the body will be reflected in the mind, especially when the heart is fragile. In just one hour, Chen Shaobai suffered the pain of losing his wife and the treasure hunt of strangers to silence his mouth. It was the time when his mind was lost, and he felt a strong sense of hatred for himself.

"I hate so much! I hate my strength too! I hate my idleness and wasting my time for fifteen years! I hate my hypocrisy and not fighting with others! If I don't die today, I will do whatever it takes to improve my strength! Climb to the top of the world! Step all the sword immortals under my feet!"

On this ordinary rainy night, Chen Shaobai's mind completely transformed, and without knowing it, he made a wish that ordinary people could only laugh.

Strong resentment played a role in the body, and the remaining blood volume also brought a trace of demonicity and violence. It washed out all the remaining 40% of the spiritual medicine power of the silver longan in the body as nutrients, slowly nourishing the body.

By chance, Chen Shaobai completely locked his five senses and entered a rare state of introspection. So he used his nameless blood refining technique obtained from Zhao Zongren, and used his consciousness to control the blood to repeatedly wash away the wounds, and constantly used Qi therapy.

"Uncle Ba and Chen Kuangyin both mentioned that the swordsman's realm can be roughly divided into three sections: marrow washing and blood exchange, using swords to control the aura, and glazed mirror."

"I was able to use the burst sword aura before, roughly in the middle of the swordsman's stage. However, I am seriously injured now and my strength has been greatly reduced. If I had not helped the spirit essence that replenishes blood, I would probably never be able to see the peak of the swordsman in my life."

"If there is no essence of spiritual objects, go to the big forces to take on tasks. If there is no task, I will grab it! But now, don't worry about it for now and concentrate on recuperating your injuries!"

When he was concentrating on doing something, he could always clearly feel the passage of time. The remaining spiritual medicine power of the silver dragon eye was completely exhausted. After the injuries on his body recovered, Chen Shaobai suddenly felt a beam of light hitting his eyes, so he opened his eyes and looked around.

Cows, straw sheds, and food troughs. This is the farm cattle shed.

"Who is so kind to send me in to shelter from the wind and rain?"

Chen Shaobai's confusion was quickly resolved because he had just opened his eyes and a round white ball broke into the bullpen like a white lightning.

"Zi Tong, what's wrong?" Seeing the fat little white lee dancing and swaying, Chen Shaobai's eyes showed a hint of doubt.

"Meow!" Zi Tong's front paws seemed to have no joint shackles, and they turned behind him.

After grabbing for a while, it handed over an object like a treasure, with expectation in its eyes: "Meow!"

Praise me.

Chen Shaobai saw its meaning, curled his lips, and sniffed the little white fox: "When you grow up, I'll find you a beautiful female fox."

Half the size of a fist, the oval shape was glittering silver, and the whole body was covered with light golden thunder marks, emitting a rich jujube fragrance. From time to time, there was a buzzing sound inside, as if thunder was fostered. At first glance, you could tell that it was not an ordinary thing.

"Zi Tong, where did you get it?" Chen Shaobai asked subconsciously, but laughed out loud again: "Whatever you do! No matter who it was before, now in my hands, it is mine."

The painful lessons of swallowing silver dragon's eyes were vivid in my mind. Although Chen Shaobai was not afraid of the pain, he was worried that he would leave him sequelae, so he put it away and prepared to go to Zihuan City to find a way to take it, and then make a decision.

Suddenly, his afterglow caught a half-inch gap on the short round tail of the little white fox. The wound was spilling out blood. Because the blood and fur were pure white, I didn't see it at a glance before.

"It hurts a lot, right? Thank you for your hard work."

Chen Shaobai gently stroked his palm and silently performed Qi therapy.

Zi Tong closed her eyes comfortably, and she didn't need extra food to replenish energy. She was snoring and fell asleep like a domestic pig who had eaten and drunk enough.

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