And still, it was a complete failure.

Lin Jie also had more sword marks on his body.

From a few to dozens, it's as shocking as a spider web.

"You are so weak in understanding. It seems you have been beaten less."

After persisting for a day, Lin Jie had already collapsed, but the mysterious woman was shaking her head not far away.

Beep!

Tick!

The silent world of bones seemed to be raining.

Lin Jie, who was standing, was trembling in front of the Bone Sword King and was about to fall down.

He had countless sword wounds on his body.

Blood dripped from his chin to the ground, or from his palm along the red sword energy, drop by drop.

He drank another dose of Yuan liquid and his injuries improved.

"I don't want to be a bastard and be killed."

He gritted his teeth, controlled himself with willpower, and rushed out.

…

"Those practices in the past were just like playing house."

Lin Jie was so tired that he was panting.

"Swords rely on practice, but power relies on understanding. There are few sword immortals because they are extremely talented, and your understanding of martial arts is too superficial. Next, you practice hearing, vision, and speed."

The mysterious woman said with indifference.

She waved her hand again, and Lin Jie was instantly enveloped in a round red aura.

The air layer is black, like the middle of the night.

Lin Jie not only couldn't see, but couldn't hear any movement.

"Sword cultivation is so difficult."

Lin Jie looked convinced before.

Now, my heart is completely convinced.
Chapter completed!