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Swallowing is a very unspecified word.

Nie Kong didn't know what was more suitable besides this word.

A piece of piezos with half an arm on his head and his fist could still hold him. His eyes were red, and his broken body was still flowing with thick blood. A ball of flesh suddenly swelled up like a big curtain, wrapping the piezos into his soft body. The squeezing sound made people disgusting. For some reason, the piezos in his head and some flesh and blood were "spouted" out of the seemingly tight-fitting soft flesh. Nie Kong clearly felt that there was joy and satisfaction in the strange hissings made by the balls.

Nie Kong didn't know how the wolf's body and the thin limbs supported the huge body, but he knew that the wolf's speed and the bear's impact were full of lethality. But such a piece of beast was like a baby in front of the ball, and there was no power to fight back. The balls curled into a ball, arched from the soft flesh, gradually becoming hard, and then rolled like a hedgehog, rolling up against the bear body, the spikes bleed, and the flesh balls pressed against the piece of beast's body, rolling. The blood-stained thorns turned into suction cups, sucking the blood and flesh in the beast's body, leaving only fur and some minced flesh bones on the ground, becoming another filling for the blood-colored earth.

It was like running water rolling into the body of a large beast, just like charcoal being swallowed into the belly, but a large beast with a mouse head rolled all over the ground. After the painful hissing, its huge body seemed to be hollowed out from the inside, and it still flowed out of its mouth, much more than when it entered, and the area spread on the ground was much larger than before, but the beast was left with only a pair of skins and still firm skeletons.

Nie Kong asked himself that he had amazing courage and firm intentions, but in such an environment, he fought to a high ground and looked at the endless stream of people and pieces of humans and beasts that were rushing around like tides. His heartbeat could not help but increase. Bang bang bang bang bang, and he could feel a surge in his throat.

kill!

Only killing is left!

You can't kill aimlessly, Nie Kong identified a direction. No matter how mysterious and terrifying the secret realm of this blood cave, even if it is a large maze, I am always doing useless work, and I, Nie Kong, will never be scared to death.

"I can't feel the direction." Haituanjiang did not mean to attack Nie Kong. In this environment, he should be clear about the difficulties in his mind. What he should do is not conceal or encouragement, but to tell the truth and tell the seriousness of the matter.

Nie Kong tried it and found that blood was just blood, and even colorful, it would not be aggressive. After thinking about it, he simply took back the qi membrane attached to his body. In the endless killing, while exercising his willpower, he did not forget to exercise agile dodge, and strived not to let his body be contaminated by the blood splashed. Since this is the only way to achieve the innate realization, practice cannot be stopped for a moment, and if he cannot practice by himself, he must find other ways of practicing.

Hai Duanjiang saw it and said nothing. While raising his energy, he secretly praised it in his heart: "It is really necessary for all young people who practice to try the sluggishness and ups and downs of the period of time."

The bloody sky, a bloody sun shines in the sky, shining with dazzling bloody light, hanging high all day long, only for a specific short moment, the bloody sun will turn into ordinary light, drive away this blood-red world, and return to a brief Qingming Festival, and only this short time is less than an hour. All the hordes and the ferocity of humans and beasts will retreat slightly, and will curl away from the only cover in this world except for the uneven ground, and it is also the only non-blood-colored existence - huge stones with scattered scattered distributions. The dark side of sunlight blocked by the boulders is the space for these creatures to temporarily hide. During this period, it is the only way to move quickly or find a small area for a rest.

Nie Kong is not short of food. He is paranoid and humble. He is preparing for survival while fighting crazy. He stores a large amount of water and food in the square seal. There is no need to grill the corpse of the beast to store food. There is no need to pour out the water in the time corresponding to the sun shining on the earth every day. In this less than an hour, he will choose to rest and not rush forward blindly. From the first day, he believes that such a place cannot be passed by you simply persist, and you need to be prepared to fight a protracted war.

Time passed quickly. In five days, Nie Kong's face was slightly pale. He raised his head and felt the sunshine that had never felt luxurious. He lay generously on a huge rock. In the darkness under the huge rock behind him, hundreds of people and beasts were curled up, and hundreds of pieces of humans and beasts were lying on the ground...

The battle was not very tragic, but the output of the sword was almost all-weather, and the loss was very large. The short time was that the consumed energy could not be completely restored, and it decreased day by day. He didn't know how long it needed to support, and even more so how long it could last. Perhaps only by moving on is the only possibility to obtain hope.

"Or why I'll do it, you can have at least three hours of rest every day." Haidunjiang floated in the air and said with pain. At this moment, he had already regarded Nie Kong as his spiritual inheritance. Nie Kong had many spirits that he had or did not have, which made Haidunjiang feel that he was looking at his own shadow, a shadow that was better than what he wanted to do.

Nie Kong took out a few big cakes, rolled pickled vegetables and drank wine, and the meat seal was stored a lot. He could also look at the ground and eat, but in some insignificant aspects, he didn't need to be too harsh. When he really didn't have a square seal, he believed that the hunger in his stomach would make him pick up the ground and stuff it into his mouth when he had no choice but to pick up the ground and stuff it into his mouth. Now, there is no need.

"I'm trying to do if I can fight according to my body's intuition, touch and sensitivity to the surrounding environment while practicing myself." Nie Kong narrowed his eyes, chewed hard, and uttered hard. Haidunjiang had not spoken for a long time, so he naturally knew the true meaning of the information revealed in Nie Kong's words. He had to sigh that he was not as crazy as the young man in front of him. It's not that he could not bear loneliness and pain, but that he did not have the confidence to think rationally and make the right choice in any environment.

The battle is entirely based on physical consciousness. Haidunjiang has pursued it, but he did not dare to imagine that Nie Kong dared to start that kind of training in such a harsh environment. To make the most intuitive comparison, the fundamental difference between the eyes seeing the ears and the body's touch, sensitivity, and combat intuition is that when you see the enemy's sword attack, you will avoid defense or surround Wei and save Zhao within the distance you think you can react, and the latter makes the eyes and ears aid, and you will believe in the feeling of the body. The sword must be the moment before your body, and the little wind caused by the wind will arouse your reaction. At that moment, the whole person will react.

"I was not confident enough to be able to fully control my emotions, so I simply used self-study to force myself. Grandma, there were still no perverted genius." Nie Kong smiled self-deprecatingly, changing into a leather dress that would not affect his moves or body movements. At the initial stage, he was injured and was ready.

Haidunjiang said inwardly, "The genius is not a pervert, but a person who can be accurate and cruel to himself is a real pervert. Geniuses in good times have limited achievements, and only those geniuses who still grow rapidly in difficult and adversity can go further."
Chapter completed!