Chapter 280 Three Months of Training (Second update, 3000, please subscribe!)
More than three months passed in the blink of an eye.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Chen Xin’s private training ground.
"when!"
“Dangdangdang!”
"when!"
A young man with long gray-blonde hair was having a fierce confrontation with a lonely old man with white hair and beard and a cold face.
The sound of steel colliding with weapons was so loud that the surrounding trees and weeds were turned into dust.
From time to time, there were flying death sickle qi and sword qi filled with cold murderous intent, floating in all directions amid the sharp whistling sound.
The gray-blond young man was Fang Ling.
His cold eyes revealed absolute rationality, his hand tightly grasped the scythe of death, the blade of the scythe was shining, it was a fighting skill that was a fusion of mental strength and soul power.
The fighting spirit that permeates the fleeting moment will infect people at a glance, and their blood will boil.
The white-haired old man is naturally Chen Xin.
In his hand he held the Spirit Hall's Seven Killing Sword, a top-level offensive weapon, which was about two meters long and half a foot wide.
The bloody light of killing surrounded it, and the cold murderous aura seemed to want to slaughter the entire world.
Fang Ling did not use the power of death to enchant. The Scythe of Death already possessed the ultimate death attribute, and the power was too cheating to have any training effect.
In continuous battles.
The surrounding hills facing the two people had long since had their surface soil knocked off, revealing a dark gray-yellow rock texture.
Even the hard rock looked as if it had been plowed by countless sword energies, and was covered with hideous and terrifying cracks.
If two more strikes were made, the mountain might just roll down.
After keeping the Heart of the Sea God safe, Fang Ling came here to practice seriously.
At the same time, you can train in three ways: sickle techniques, body techniques, and warrior's will.
The method is the same as before, still without using soul rings, only using soul power and mental power to engage in a fierce confrontation with Chen Xin.
Chen Xin's soul power is better, but their mental power is not far apart.
But Fang Ling has multiple soul bones of one hundred thousand years or more, and seven soul rings of one hundred thousand years. His physical power and strength are far superior to Chen Xin's.
When neither of them uses spirit rings, their combat power is generally very close.
The battle between the two was very dangerous.
Because of this, Chen Xin has to give his all in every battle in order to deal with Fang Ling's attacks.
In order to achieve maximum growth, both of them attacked without mercy, and every move was deadly.
If you are not careful, you will be cut into two pieces.
"Their battle is too dangerous. We cannot hold back. If we fail, we will die, or at best be seriously injured. Does this have to be the way to test one's will?"
Under the protection of Gu Rong, even though Ning Rongrong came to watch the battle every day, she couldn't help but show worry in her eyes.
Both the mind and body were infected, trembling with the extreme power.
The incomparable momentum seemed to be able to shatter the sky.
Although Ning Rongrong is an auxiliary soul master, she also likes to watch Fang Ling and Chen Xin's training.
At this moment, he was frightened by this momentum and was a little absent-minded: "I remember that when Grandpa Jian and Fang Ling fought before, they were not so serious..."
"When the two of them were fighting before, Grandpa Jian seemed to be having an easy time. Why is he having such a hard time today?"
Gu Rong, who looked like a skeleton, was also shocked by Fang Ling's strength. He explained to the confused Ning Rongrong: "Because Fang Ling was not so strong before, but now he is."
Gu Rong stated the result of his prediction.
"Although the old swordsman seems to have the upper hand, he can only rely on his stronger will to show his prowess in the early stages of the duel."
"Fang Ling is growing too fast!"
"As time went by, the old swordsman's physical strength could not match that of the strong and young Fang Ling. He was also far inferior in strength and could not defeat Fang Ling quickly. He was defeated at the beginning of the battle."
"Will Grandpa Jian lose today?" Ning Rongrong was extremely surprised.
Gu Rong nodded. "This is a training exercise for both parties. Fang Ling wants to use this to improve his will and skills, and the old swordsman wants to get a glimpse of his own path to level ninety-seven in the battle."
"They all enjoy it. Failure and victory don't mean anything. The most important thing is to grow."
Ning Rongrong observed the battle situation, just as Gu Rong had judged.
At the beginning, Chen Xin seemed to no longer be a person, but a hurricane. An aura that could not be described in words instantly burst out from him.
Fang Ling only felt as if he was hit head-on by an extremely sharp force.
Then the giant sword that was cutting dispersed, separating into endless broken cold blades, to tear his flesh, cut his bones, and drain his blood.
The burst attack makes it impossible for even ordinary defensive soul fighters to use soul skills to resist.
Even if one has a growing divine body, one cannot create it in this way.
Fang Ling used his martial spirit to confront head-on.
The tenacious martial spirit and violent momentum made the clouds in the sky seem to be torn in half.
Chen Xin struggled to hold on in the early stages, ended up in a draw in the middle stages, and in the later stages, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
It was not fear or dread, but a warning from his body that he was running out of energy.
Facing Fang Ling, whose reaction was far superior to his, whose skills were similar, whose physique was far superior, but whose will was slightly inferior.
In the eyes of onlookers, it looked like Chen Xin was undergoing a test.
He felt his arms trembling slightly and couldn't help but curse in his heart.
This little monster!
How does it grow?
Originally a long-handled war sickle of the agility attack type, it now feels like the Clear Sky Hammer.
The force was so powerful and strong that it was almost impossible for a person to hold his sword steady.
"kill!"
With a loud shout, Chen Xin concentrated his soul power and mental power to the extreme.
A bright scarlet light bloomed on the Seven Kill Sword, and the nine glittering soul ring crystals inlaid on the sword also emitted a dazzling light under the burst of soul power.
It wasn't the use of a soul skill; it was the natural light emitted by the soul power rushing into the martial soul.
While he still had strength and could deliver a powerful blow, Chen Xin delivered his strongest attack.
"kill!"
Fang Ling's cold voice also echoed in this icy training ground.
He clenched his teeth, vibrated his soul power, and did not give in to the giant sickle and the attacking giant sword.
The two men looked at each other with fierce expressions.
After another collision that shook all directions, Chen Xin was finally unable to withstand the raging sickle energy and Fang Ling's tremendous strength, and his martial spirit flew out of his hand and spun into the ground.
He took a few steps back and spat out some blood.
Although he lost to Fang Ling and was in extreme pain, there was no sadness on his face. Instead, he laughed even as blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
"You are really powerful enough, Fang Ling!"
"It's all thanks to my teacher's teachings." Fang Ling smiled slightly, retracted the power of death, and immediately activated the right leg bone of the Blue Silver Emperor, using powerful life energy to heal him.
In the March match, the gains and growth were amazing enough.
All three goals of coming here have been achieved.
The new changes on the panel showed Fang Ling's efforts.
Scythe Technique Lv8 (Skill expertise, relying on the powerful guidance and restraint of the warrior's will, your mental and soul power fusion combat skills are further improved. You are the strongest master of scythe.) Body Technique Lv8 (Skill expertise, excellent control of your own strength, allowing you to make the greatest dodge with the least force. You are the strongest master of body technique in Douluo Continent.) The growth of the two skill expertise is expected. After all, the effect of the special expertise Battle Maniac can greatly shorten the growth time of the skill expertise.
You know, this was three months of non-stop fighting! Fighting with all-out efforts, even Fang Ling felt a little tired.
The warrior's will successfully grew from Lv7 to Lv8, and then transformed into a domain.
Fighter's Domain Lv4 (main body specialty, a domain that is sublimated from the tenacious fighting will nurtured in life-and-death struggles.) (The strong will that grows up in the continuous all-out effort can fully boost the morale of friendly forces, allowing those who are allowed to ignore the impact of pain on the body under the infection of the fighting will.) (All attributes of your side are increased by 20%, and the speed of soul power circulation is increased by 50%. For the enemy, all attributes are reduced by 10%.) (The speed at which your own soul power flows in your body is passively increased by 105%, and the quality of soul power is increased by 50%.) (Additional specialty: Overload, which can further stimulate the body's strength through the forced stimulation of soul power, and the meridians will be seriously damaged.) The additional specialty is of no use. It is useful for cannon fodder, but Fang Ling can't use it.
Compared to the fancy death field, this is a relatively simple field that boosts one's own morale and weakens the enemy's morale.
There is also an overall attribute enhancement, which can be partially superimposed with the Death Domain.
Useful, but not much.
It was useless to flow soul power faster, Fang Ling was already the fastest in the world, and the improvement in quality made his soul power even more, which was even more gratifying.
Under Fang Ling's treatment, Chen Xin's injuries improved at an extremely fast speed. He smiled and said with emotion: "In terms of skills and will alone, in three months, you have grown to the limit of what I can help you at an extremely fast speed. I can no longer teach you anything."
"After months of continuous fighting, my old bones are almost falling apart."
Chen Xin sat up, feeling no shame at all for being defeated by a latecomer.
He felt extremely happy that Fang Ling had been better than him.
Taking advantage of this time of exhaustion and pure mind, he closed his eyes and began to meditate in the post-war ruins, while carefully feeling his own martial spirit.
The ferocious giant sword was held in his hand, with scarlet blood light surging on it.
After a long time, Chen Xin opened his eyes again.
"Teacher, are you going to advance to level ninety-seven?" Fang Ling felt the increasingly powerful murderous aura from Chen Xin, and his expression fluctuated slightly.
"Almost there." Chen Xin laughed. This was the reward after three months of continuous power struggle.
He already felt that a breakthrough was imminent.
"Congratulations, teacher." Fang Ling congratulated.
"You are growing fast." Chen Xin shook his head.
"Don't be so modest to each other. Come and eat. You must be hungry after fighting for so long. Let's practice again after eating."
Ning Rongrong ran over quickly, her face full of joy.
She had a towel ready in her hand and took the initiative to wipe the sweat off Fang Ling's face.
"No need, there's no need to practice anymore." Chen Xin took the towel handed to him by Ning Rongrong, wiped it on his face, and shook his head.
"I can no longer put more pressure on Fang Ling. He will have to walk the long road ahead on his own."
Ning Rongrong's expression suddenly changed. Doesn't this mean that Fang Ling will leave here soon?
(End of this chapter)
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