Chapter 1768 Mining Truck
Two more days have passed, a total of seven days. He has been honing his combat skills almost without interruption. He has never devoted himself to the battle for such a long time, and his strength is steadily and rapidly increasing.
The Kuanglang Saber Technique has also been officially completed. How terrifying the stacking of eighteen layers of knives is, even with his current heavy saber, he can easily tear apart the body of a second-order mutant beast, even the barren bull known for its defense. Also cut off.
During this period of cultivation, his Iron Wall Technique has also grown rapidly. In seven days, he has reached a layer of skin that is like iron. At this time, if you look closely at his skin, there is a gleaming luster on his skin. Although his skin is as white as jade, it is as fine as metal. of radiance.
Ordinary swords can't even cut through his skin now, even if it's a weak first-order sword, it only scratches a shallow mark, and it can't blow into this layer of steel-like skin without all the effort. So far, his The defense finally gave him a trace of pride.
What surprised him the most was not the Wild Wave Saber Technique, nor the Iron Wall Technique, but the Flame Palm!
When the flaming palm reached its completion, he suddenly discovered that the attack was not just the true yang in the blood. The killing power is extremely astonishing, and it is not inferior to the Wild Wave Saber Technique.
Even if it is a mutant beast with a strong defense, it can't stop the blast of vitality under one palm. The vitality rushed into the mutant beast with a raging flame, and it easily smashed the internal organs of the mutant beast, and the power was terrifying.
Di Ping sat cross-legged in the station master's room, sorting out the gains of the past few days. So far, all his martial skills have reached perfection, and his combat power has soared to a new level. He feels that now facing himself seven days ago, he does not need three With a single move, he can kill himself seven days ago.
Today, he faced a powerful wasteland lion with second- and fifth-level A-level bloodline. Without the cooperation of the big cat, he fought hard for half an hour and finally cut the wasteland lion to the sword at the cost of minor injuries.
The only shortcoming now is the vitality. Now that his vitality has reached more than 900 strands, the speed at which the vitality is nourished has slowed down, and he finally feels a heavy feeling in the meridians. Flow, like every strand of lead and mercury is extremely heavy, with a sense of stagnation.
However, he still feels that he has not reached the limit, and it seems that there is still energy left. Although it is running slowly, it is still flowing slowly.
He sits on his legs and starts to adjust his breath. At the end of every battle, at night, when he adjusts his breath, his vitality is nourished the fastest. He has to make one last attempt. After tonight, he has to complete the upgrade anyway. Tomorrow is the end of the task. It's been a day, and there's not much time for him.
Quietly adjusting his breath, practicing Yuqing Zhenjue, although his mental power has reached the third level, he feels that his mental power has not shown the corresponding formidable power. He was deeply aggrieved, and he did not fully exert the power of his mental power.
His spiritual power has risen too fast, almost plundering absorption, resulting in his unstable foundation, but cultivating Yuqing·True Jue is slowly changing this situation, making the scattered spiritual power more condensed In fact, mental power will also show stronger combat effectiveness.
hum!
Di Ping's body trembled lightly, and another burst of vitality nourished it and merged into the rolling torrent.
"Nine hundred and ninety-eight strands!"
This strand of vitality seems to be very little, but this strand of vitality is integrated, and the torrent suddenly sinks again, as if this strand is heavier and richer than the more than 900 strands, and once it is integrated into the entire vitality, it becomes even more It was thicker and heavier, as if it was carrying a 10,000-pound boulder on its back, and it flowed more slowly.