Xiao Lang reconnected to the game, sat down in the cabin, adjusted the experience transfer quota of "Xianji Original Sutra" to %, and began to meditate.

This is considered a variant of "offline training", and the experience gain speed is 30 to 40% faster.

For players, this is quite a boring thing. They can't do anything and don't need to do anything. They just sit like this. The only thing they can do is watch the experience bar slowly rise like a snail.

You can't talk, let alone connect to the communicator and talk on the phone with others for a long time. You can at most chat with the system's private message function, but this function has many limitations, and it is impossible to use it like a mobile phone text message.

Therefore, almost all players would rather practice offline than sit still online. If Xiao Lang had nothing to do, he would not do this at all. It is not that he cannot bear loneliness, but it is really not efficient, even if

Now it would be much more comfortable for him to go back and brush level 1 and 2 enemy soldiers.

This is the player who knows nothing. If he were an NPC in the [Fantasy World], he would envy these so-called alien talents:

You can start practicing as soon as you start practicing. There is no need to meditate and forget about things and myself. Even if you are sitting in a busy city, you can practice peacefully as usual; there is no need to communicate with the vitality of heaven and earth, and there is no need to nourish yourself with the vitality.

There is no need to spend energy to run for several days, it can end at any time, and you can think of other things in your mind. The most incomprehensible thing for native NPCs is that aliens can actually practice while sleeping.

Players don't know the difficulties of cultivating local NPCs. Also, for players, they are here to play, not to cultivate into thousand-year-old monsters.

Xiao Lang couldn't understand the words in the "Primordial Sutra of Immortality". If he wasn't "illiterate" himself, Xiao Lang would really like to try how NPCs practice and see how they are different from players.

Time did not pass too slowly. Xiao Lang was just like ordinary people, resting and eating normally, treating being online as working, just posing and practicing. During this period, he occasionally interrupted the process to chat on the phone with Xiaotian and others, talk about the mountains, and occasionally go shopping.

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Two days later, probably after flying near Lutai Mountain, Yan Wunuo came to Xiao Lang's cabin early. Without saying any nonsense, he lifted Xiao Lang's shoulders and put the flying boat into his sleeve with a wave of his right hand.

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This time Xiao Lang was in the flying boat. What he saw and felt was completely different from the time in Xin'an City. It was as if the wooden boards beside him gradually turned into colorless and transparent bubbles, and all the scenery outside changed from blurry to blurry.

It becomes clear, and you are surrounded by white clouds, giving you an illusion that it is unreal and like an illusion.

When he lowered his head, he couldn't see the earth at all. Everything that entered his eyes seemed to be covered with milky white mist. It couldn't be said that he was in a fairyland, but this was really the first time Xiao Lang had encountered this experience.

As the bubbles turned into a wisp of blue light, the Aoki Flying Boat also returned to Yan Wunuo, while Yan Wunuo grabbed Xiao Lang and slowly descended from an altitude of tens of thousands of meters.

Of course, this slowness is only relative. Xiao Lang is a bounty hunter. How could he not have skydived? How could he not know what gravity acceleration feels like? Obviously, gravity is not as strong as Yan Wu.

No speed.

It was the first time that someone grabbed him by the collar so lightly and jumped from a thousand feet above the ground. Xiao Lang's nerves were extremely tenacious, and his scalp was numb and his eyelids were twitching.

The tactile nerve sensitivity is indeed not false. The value Xiao Lang chose is full, which is almost the same as the real value. The strong wind in the sky is like a pair of extremely sharp flying knives. Maybe if it were not for Yan Wunuo's protection, Xiao Lang

Before Lang even hit the ground, his health had bottomed out.

After falling for several minutes, Xiao Lang finally penetrated the clouds and mist, but before he could fully open his eyes, he saw a mountain peak piercing towards him like an unsheathed sword.

At this moment, the mountain is no longer a mountain, it is a killing sword, and it is an upright and upright killing sword. It has no moves or any fancy tricks. It only relies on an indescribable momentum, a kind of indomitable death.

The unyielding momentum was coming towards Xiao Lang.

There are many exquisitely structured buildings on the mountain peaks, and there are also many breathtaking scenery. But at this moment, Xiao Lang couldn't see them at all. What he saw was a sword. It had no handle and no peaks, but it could pierce the sky.

Mountain sword!

Xiao Lang suddenly seemed to be able to move freely in this high altitude, but even if Xiao Lang could move freely, under this giant sword that seemed majestic to the heaven and earth, he could only watch it grow bigger and bigger in his pupils.

I don’t know how long time has passed. It should be very fast. According to the previous speed, the distance from the clouds to the top of the mountain may be reached in the blink of an eye. But in Xiao Lang’s eyes, the sword, unhurriedly, pointed towards his eyes,

My heart is getting closer step by step, without even giving me the chance to blink.

There was no sound of breathing, perhaps because Xiao Lang had no chance to breathe at all.

Xiao Lang's mind was forced into a blank by the momentum of the mountain sword, and he was not allowed to think about anything else. He could only feel the approach of the sword, and feel that death was getting closer and closer to him. As time went by, Xiao Lang was not allowed to think about anything else.

The scenes that Lang experienced passed before his eyes one by one like a slide.

Old man, boss, sister, major, Xiao Tian, ​​Xiao Ci, Xue Yan, Bluetooth, Lao Dao.

Shaolin Temple, wandering, club, eternal night, second heaven, fantasy world.

Not obeying Xiao Lang's own will, these pictures flashed out of Xiao Lang's mind one after another, and then disappeared. Somehow, the picture stopped at the old Taoist's decisive sword.

"The three talents of heaven and earth, the heaven and earth, and the sword of man! Talented sword, get up, get up!"

The old Taoist, covered in blood, seemed to be saying something to Xiao Lang in the picture, but it seemed that Xiao Lang couldn't hear clearly because he was too far away.

But Xiao Lang seemed to be able to vaguely sense what the old man wanted to say to him. Before he could reflect on it carefully, the whole scene was like a glass dropped to the ground from a height of 100 meters, shattered, scattered and disappeared.

Then, the mountain sword momentum that filled Xiao Lang's mind just disappeared. At this time, the spiritual platform was empty, and what was in Xiao Lang's mind was no longer what was in front of him, but the old Taoist's decisive sword.

Facing the inevitable situation, we can only face it with a determination to die!

"Three talents of heaven, earth and man, heaven and I are the sword!"

Xiao Lang seemed to have learned the skills without a teacher, silently reciting the sword art of "Cai Sword". Even Xiao Lang did not expect that a stream of heat poured into his body from outside his body, flowing through all the acupuncture points and veins around his body, gushing out from his fingers.

When it came out, it actually formed a colorless air sword that was ten feet long.

At this moment, it seemed that not even the mountain sword's momentum could stop Xiao Lang's [Talent Sword]. Every time Xiao Lang advanced, the mountain sword took a step back, but the price was the bright red blood, which slowly flowed from Xiao Lang's seven orifices.

flowed out, and the consciousness gradually became blurred.

Xiao Lang didn't care about this, he just let the blood flow and kept going, going, and going, until he broke the mountain sword's momentum or was broken himself.

"The heaven and the earth are unkind, how dare one person kill the heaven and the earth?"

Somehow, Xiao Lang himself didn't know that a strange word came out of his mouth, but as the sound of the word fell, the colorless Qi sword at his fingertips was stretched by another foot, and then moved towards the mountain sword.

, lasing away.

Xiao Lang could clearly feel that he was being pulled by this inexplicable sword energy, but Xiao Lang never thought about controlling it in turn. Instead, he used this overbearing sword energy to leap towards the mountain.

The sword slashed away.

At this moment, Xiao Lang seemed to no longer be as calm as before. He never thought that even if the sword energy could withstand it, his weak body would never be able to withstand such a violent impact.

You die or I die?

At this moment, it seems that it is no longer an ordinary problem.
Chapter completed!