The most difficult part of the sword bone training method is to insert the sword into the body in the first step.
This method originally used the pregnant sword technique from southern Xinjiang, which involves cutting a wound on the person's body, burying the broken sword in it, and then suturing the wound.
This sword is nothing more than nine swords, but how can a person's body bear it?
"Teacher, you also said that if you don't take extraordinary risks, how can you achieve extraordinary results?"
Feng Ziyue held the broken sword in his hand, his expression was indifferent, but there was a sense of determination in his tone.
"this……"
Gongyang Xi gritted his teeth, "If you can really survive these nine swords entering your body, you will definitely succeed in the sword bone training! By then, you can become a sword embryo like the teacher, but..."
"In that case, please ask the teacher to take action!"
Feng Ziyue calmly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his thin but strong upper body.
How can you achieve great success without taking extraordinary risks?
What's more, Feng Ziyue has enough confidence in himself. If he succeeded once back then, he will definitely succeed this time!
Gong Yangxi stamped his feet, his face changing, and finally he took out a jade box from his arms and placed it in front of Feng Ziyue, "Yueer, here are three Purple Jade Jade Pills, which are my life-saving elixirs. You
Take it first!"
Zijing Yurong Pills are made from flesh and bones, and are life-saving elixirs. Feng Ziyue smiled, opened the lid of the box, and swallowed it in one gulp. He suddenly felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen and said with a smile: "Don't force it to this point.
Master will not take out this secret hidden at the bottom of the box..."
Whoosh!
Before he finished speaking, he saw Gongyang Xi raise his hands, and the sword light hidden somewhere suddenly appeared. Feng Ziyue felt pain in his abdomen, and a long scar was opened, and blood spattered!
Gongyang Xi shouted loudly, curled his right hand into the shape of a claw, and just sucked it, and the ancient bronze black sword flew up from the ground and fell into his hand. He just pressed it, and pressed the sword cleanly into the hands of Feng Ziyue's abdomen.
He opened his mouth with his left hand, and saw a silver needle, like a thin thread, quickly sewing up his wound.
"Yue'er, please bear with me!"
The wound was sutured with the heavenly silk that Gongyang Xi had gone through so much trouble to find. The silk was light and tough and had the effect of promoting wound healing.
Feng Ziyue felt severe pain in his abdomen, but he still smiled slightly, "Teacher, I didn't expect you to have the unique skill of embroidery..."
Gong Yangxi's stitching technique is extremely beautiful. Even the embroidery of a big girl's house may not be as agile and light as his.
"At this time, you are still talkative!" Gongyang said with a look of approval on his face. He spoke without stopping his hand. The sword light was raised slightly, and Feng Ziyue's right arm was cracked again.
He then inserted the Seven Kills Sword into the hole.
This kind of pain that deeply cuts the muscles and exposes the bones is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Although Feng Ziyue had Zi Jing Yu Rong Pills to protect his heart and speed up the healing of his wounds, the bone-piercing pain could not be eliminated. Although he had a smile on his lips and his expression remained unchanged, cold sweat was inevitably dripping from his forehead.
It took Gongyang Xi more than an hour to seal all the nine broken swords into Feng Ziyue's body, including his abdomen, arms, legs, ribs, and both sides of his back.
At this time, Feng Ziyue's face was pale and he was unsteady. He could only sit down on the ground, with veins on his forehead bursting out and his eyes full of bloodshot eyes. It was obvious that he was in extreme pain. He just relied on his pride to hold on and refused.
Call out.
Gongyang Xi cut off the silkworm silk from the last wound. Seeing Feng Ziyue's stubborn appearance, he couldn't bear it, "Yueer, you are much more tolerant than the teacher back then..."
"What are you talking about...come on..." Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently, touching the wound, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead, but his expression remained unchanged, "Teacher has been relying on himself to perform this method of sword penetration for the past few years.
The difficulty among them is even greater than...disciples a hundred times..."
Feng Ziyue remembered that when he was trying to insert the sword into his body, even though he was in a desperate situation, he still couldn't help the pain and screamed strangely. Later, he remembered that when the teacher was doing experiments on himself, he had to cut the wound himself and do it himself.
The pain and pressure of planting a sword and sewing it up yourself is much greater than that of Feng Ziyue.
Teacher Gong Yangxi's tenacity and perseverance really impressed Feng Ziyue.
In his last life, he regretted not being able to break through the innate realm. This time, Feng Ziyue must help him fulfill his wish.
Gongyang Xi smiled slightly, wiped away the sweat on his forehead, and left a bottle of wound medicine before he nodded, "Yue'er, from now on, you will stay in the Sword Burial Crypt for one month.
With the sword energy here, I melt the broken sword in my body with my flesh and blood. No outsider can interfere with this process, so I will go out and wait in the sword tomb. I will bring you my daily food. If anything happens, you can raise your voice
The calling is.”
Feng Ziyue nodded. The sword has been planted into the body. Whether he can successfully forge the sword bone next depends entirely on his own perseverance and determination. At this time, he must quietly retreat. Gongyang Xi will only affect him here.
His state of mind.
"Then... I'll send you off respectfully, teacher..."
He stood up with difficulty and saluted, Gongyang Xi quickly helped him sit down, "You can retreat in peace, there is no need for this, I will go first!"
Gong Yangxi turned around and left. Feng Ziyue watched him go up the stone steps, then he closed his eyes and sat quietly, calmly collecting his breath.
After the sword is planted in the body, the sword energy is everywhere in the body, and injuries to the flesh and blood are inevitable. Fortunately, the medicinal properties of Zijing Yurong Pill are still there, and it will slowly heal and recover. In this process, the broken sword slowly melts away.
Only when it is absorbed by the body can it be rebuilt into a sword-like steel body.
This method was unbelievable and extremely difficult. Feng Ziyue had to endure it for a month.
However, this is not enough...
After about two or three hours, Feng Ziyue felt that the pain in his body subsided slightly. He opened his eyes and took out the medicine bag from his arms with difficulty. This was because he had already prepared to refine the fourth-grade elixir Dahuan Dan.
medicinal materials.
This month has been extremely stressful!
Not only did he have to refine his body as a sword embryo and cultivate his profound energy, he also had to break through to the realm of a great martial artist!
Only in this way can he be sure of victory against the two martial masters of the Zheng family!
Now that he is reborn, no matter how powerful the opponent is, he must defeat it and change the tragic fate of his previous life!
Although Feng Ziyue had already vaguely felt that being reborn and going against the will of heaven was by no means an easy task.
For example, he saved his sister's life, but the matter was far from over. Since Xueer possesses the Nine Yin Mysterious Body, it will inevitably attract covetous attention from all parties. He has already been mentally prepared for this; another example is that he killed Zheng Hu,
Originally, in the big competition between the Feng and Zheng families, the Feng family was already sure to win, but Zheng Long, a warrior-level warrior, happened to appear.
While Feng Ziyue changed his destiny, he also attracted more powerful enemies.
But no matter what, he will still wield the sword. For the sake of his family and the changed destiny, he will never take a step back!
"bring it on!"
He gave a low drink and swung the ruthless sword. Five more wounds appeared on his body in an instant, and blood splattered!