"Have you realized it?"

The ninth disciple asked calmly as before.

puff!

Zhao Chu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and cursed ten thousand times in his heart to fuck up your ancestors.

My throat is shattered.

How can I speak!

"Stupid!"

Then, a familiar sigh.

A gentle surge of air slowly held Zhao Chu's life back at the moment he was about to die.

really!

His life was saved, but the wound on his neck was still painful.

…

call out!

This time, Zhao Chu was already prepared.

When he heard the sound of the sword, he turned his head aside.

pity!

His forehead was pierced by a cold sword blade.

It was as if he was a headless fly and bumped into the blade of the sword.

The tip of the sword pierced through the back of the head.

Zhao Chu could even feel his own mind shining brightly.

"Have you realized it?"

The ninth disciple asked again.

Zhao Chu used his remaining consciousness to greet the 9th disciple's family and 18 generations of ancestors.

"Stupid!"

The ninth disciple sighed.

…

Boo hoo hoo hoo!

The next ten minutes.

Zhao Chu's whole body was like a scarecrow, with holes all over his body.

Even his precious balls were penetrated like candied haws, two at the same time.

That kind of pain, so sore that I can't help myself.

His whole body was in convulsions of pain, and it seemed like he was being dragged away by the messengers of hell every minute.

39 swords!

Zhao Chu did the math and found that this cross-dressing man had struck out 39 swords in total.

But he also found some patterns.

The sword of the ninth disciple.

You can always cut to your most lethal part.

Accurate!

It's so precise that it's like calculating with a ruler, so precise that it's incredible.

…

"It was a waste of Master's 39 drops of Wen Yuan Jing Qi."

"I'll give you a day to understand the 39 swords just now. At this time tomorrow, I will take the assessment!"

"If you can understand this sword, then you have passed the current assessment!"

"If your qualifications are still so dull, it proves that you are not qualified to become the eleventh disciple of the Blue Tribulation Holy Land!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of the ninth disciple disappeared.

…

Three hours later.

Zhao Chucai came back to his senses from the severe pain. He was like a fake corpse, dying and lingering.

One day.

What did you make me realize?

What about your mind?

What about the formula?

You stabbed me half to death and stopped talking. You didn’t give me anything. What did you want me to learn?

Zhao Chu raised his hand with difficulty to take off the blindfold.

Bah!

Afterwards, Zhao Chu's hair stood up in anger.

I obviously took out the black cloth blindfolded by myself, why can't I take it off now?

Zhao Chu tried his best, but couldn't take it away.

It's just a waste of time.

Zhao Chu was so angry for the first time.

He was inexplicably abducted by a cross-dressing man and got involved in a dispute for no apparent reason.

Now his cultivation has been sealed for no apparent reason.

What the hell is going on.

It was pitch black before his eyes, and Zhao Chu felt extremely insecure.

However, this black cloth is the same as Sun Wukong's tightening curse, which cannot be removed no matter what.

"You're right about this half-step natural selection. It's just you who are stupid. Why do you have any complaints?"

At this moment, Hong Duanya appeared in Zhao Chu's mind.

"Senior Hong, how can you say this?"

Hongduoya appeared, and Zhao Chu finally grabbed a life-saving straw.

"In this day, I will carefully understand the 39 fatal wounds all over your body!"

"You are considered a great blessing. You can have the essence of the Wenyuan Realm to help you practice, and you can experience death firsthand!"

"If you master this sword, you will benefit from it for life!"

Hong Cliff Road.

"Feeling the wound?"

"How to understand!"

Zhao Chu was confused.

What happened today!

Enlightenment!

Enlightenment!

Enlightenment!

I also know how to realize it.

But can you give me some tips?

It’s so clueless that it killed me 39 times, and now it’s so clueless that I have to figure it out.

Where can I find enlightenment?

"Idiot!"

"From your 39 fatal wounds, I carefully understand the word 'micro'!"

"A true swordsman can cut through all the illusions in the world by starting with the sword."

Hong Duanya said indifferently.
To be continued...