The Battle of Black Demon Ridge finally came to an end.

In this battle, both the righteous and the demons suffered heavy casualties. Sixty-three masters on the Fengchen List died, fifty-nine masters on the Demon List died. As for the peak masters of ordinary spiritual gate realm, there are countless.

It is said that because of the loss of the Black Demon Arm, the Demon Marquis went crazy and fought with the Three-Eyed Lord for three days and three nights, and fought for dozens of miles. He almost exhausted his strength before he stopped.

The entire Black Demon Ridge seemed to be wrapped in the smell of blood.

But what made countless people crazy was that the arm of the Black Demon Lord was missing.

No one knows who gets it, and there are all kinds of speculations, but as time goes by, the storm is gradually dissipating.

...

Aside a small lake, there is a thatched hut.

Shi Xiaole sat cross-legged here, his breathing stretched and long. If he could look inside, he would find that wisps of magic essence were being pulled away from his muscles and bones, and was gradually assimilated under the refining of the internal power of Brahma Ruyi.

This process took about two hours before Shi Xiaole opened his eyes.

"The internal strength has been strengthened a lot."

Half a month has passed since leaving the Black Demon Ridge.

During this period, Shi Xiaole not only recovered from his injuries, but also refined the essence of the demonic path. The speed of internal strength progress was intimidating. Compared with half a month ago, his internal strength increased by 10%.

His cultivation level also reached the peak of the fifth level of Xuan Qi, only one step away from the sixth level of Xuan Qi.

"If I absorb all the magic essence in my body, maybe my cultivation level can surpass the spiritual realm?"

Feeling the vast energy in his body, Shi Xiaole had already understood this and could not help but take a light breath.

Of course, things are not that simple.

As the refining deepened, Shi Xiaole gradually discovered that what he was absorbing now was only the most superficial energy of the essence of the magic. The deep energy was very solidified, and often he could absorb a trace of it after two hours of exercise.

It's like a gold mine, with broken gold on the outside and ready to pick it up, but there are large pieces of gold and stone inside. If you want to move it, you have to spend ten or a hundred times the power.

And if they can all move, there is no doubt that Shi Xiaole's strength will reach an unprecedented terrible level! He seriously doubted that no one in Daliangzhou would be his opponent by then.

Shi Xiaole couldn't help but think of the Black Demon God.

This is just an arm of the other party. Moreover, the essence in the arm cannot be dissipated in the past six hundred years. It is conceivable how powerful the Black Demon God was at that time?

Thinking about it carefully is terrifying!

There is another thing that is even more frightened.

Shi Xiaole really couldn't understand why he could bear and absorb such pure essence of magic. As far as he knew, even a master of magic must go through a series of complicated procedures.

Could it be that my life experience is related to the devil?

Where did my father Shixuanzhong come from?

Shaking his head, Shi Xiaole got up and pushed the door open, and walked to the lake.

Lan Tingtao was sitting on a big rock in the lake in the distance, with invisible sword energy swaying beside him, so that the tide could not approach him.

At some point, Lan Tingtao's arm moved.

Oh!

Nine trajectories ten feet high, the thickness of the water tank soared into the sky, splashing water mist in the sky.

"Senior, good kung fu."

Shi Xiaole praised it.

"Fight with me."

Lan Tingtao said.

"Before using secret techniques, you must not use force within half a year. Please forgive me for yourselves."

Shi Xiaole still had a disguise mask on her face, and her aura was also at the sixth level of the Spiritual Realm. This is not the Black Demon Ridge. Once the fight is fought, you must reveal it.

Lan Tingtao looked at him deeply and said, "After today, there will be no more time for you and I to meet again."

"Senior, are you leaving?"

Shi Xiaole asked.

"There are some people who are stronger than me in Daliangzhou, but those with higher kendo realm than me, at least not on the surface. After being stable for more than 40 years, it is time to go and see the outside world."

Lan Tingtao's eyes had longing, expectations, and a strong sense of fighting.

It is one thing that warriors practice martial arts and improve their strength, but isn’t it a pleasure to travel around the world and see all kinds of wonders and masters?

As early as the moment of comprehension, Lan Tingtao's heart was no longer in Daliangzhou.

"I want you to do something for me, just treat it as the reward for saving you."

Lan Tingtao suddenly said, not concealing at all.

Shi Xiaole smiled and said, "Senior, please say that as long as you can do what you can do, you must do your best."

"The only thing I can't rest assured is my daughter Xiaodie. I have entrusted Mrs. Bizhan to take care of her, but I still want you to promise that if Xiaodie encounters danger in the future, no matter how hard it is, you will save her!"

"Xie Xiaofeng never owe anyone anything, don't worry, senior!"

Without making any vows, Shi Xiaole said solemnly.

A figure flashed, Lan Tingtao fled into the distance, and in a short while there was no trace, coming suddenly and leaving freely.

This is a real man in the martial arts world.

"Maybe it will happen again in the future."

Shi Xiaole took back his gaze for a long time and said secretly.

Without Lan Tingtao, Shi Xiaole had no scruples anymore. Every day, in addition to refining the essence of the magic Tao, he practiced various sword techniques.

The battle of the Black Demon Ridge allowed his fifteen death-taking swords to advance, but it also exposed several shortcomings.

First, his swordsmanship pays too much attention to offense and lacks defensive tricks. Once he encounters an invincible strong enemy, he will easily fall into a desperate situation.

Second, his body skills are too poor.

After all, the Bird Ferry Technique is only a second-rate low-level light skills. Not to mention those masters on the Fengchen List, even many genius disciples from top sects practice second-rate medium-level light skills. Once they fight, they will suffer innately.

As for second-rate and top-grade light skills, no one practiced them. This kind of martial arts is almost worthy of first-rate and low-grade martial arts, and it is not available in Daliangzhou.

Days pass by day.

A month later, Shi Xiaole's injuries were completely healed, and his cultivation level successfully broke through to the early stage of the sixth level of Xuan Qi.

Because he swallowed Xiao Zhuguo under the Ghost Fort, Shi Xiaole's body is much stronger than that of ordinary people. In the Lingguan Realm, there is no need to worry that the breakthrough will lead to unstable foundations due to the breakthrough too quickly.

However, this breakthrough made its strength progress not as exaggerated as before. It was mainly because its internal strength had been perfect and its internal strength quality reached its limit, so it could only increase the quantity.

In addition to his cultivation, Shi Xiaole is also studying swordsmanship and body skills to target his weaknesses. In the end, he temporarily focused on Tianbao Sword Marquis's Liusheng sword technique.

Second-rate mid-grade light skills are not something you can draw if you want. If you create it yourself, there will be no references, so it is too difficult.

Unlike swordsmanship, there are nearly a hundred kinds of swordsmanship, and there are also Liusheng sword techniques for comparison.

The sword technique of Liusheng is to keep people at the top of the line everywhere, and the moves always only produce eight-point power. In the past, Shi Xiaole thought this sword technique was too soft. Now, looking at it again, I suddenly realized that keeping people at the top of the line is also to keep oneself at the top of the line?

This kind of sword technique may not have enough murderous aura, but it is absolutely more than capable.

In his later years, the Tianbao Sword Marquis seemed to have realized another swordsman's way of being a very different swordsman. Unfortunately, there was no time to develop it.

Liusheng's sword technique must be combined with the Yuansheng Heart Sutra to exert its power. Of course, Shi Xiaole cannot practice Yuansheng's Heart Sutra, so he can only extract the essence of Liusheng's sword technique and create his own defensive sword moves.

Fortunately, in the past few months, he also drew Jin Shiyi's Great Zhoutian sword technique, which happened to be a defensive sword move, which provided him with a lot of reference.

By the quiet little lake, Shi Xiaole's sword aroused countless water droplets, and then danced with a sword against the water droplets. The white sword light formed a ball, wrapping him inside.

"Twenty-six drops of water."

Standing with his sword in his arms, Shi Xiaole looked at his clothes and shook his head. Just now, twenty-six drops of tiny water droplets fell on him through the sword light.

If he thought, after this defensive sword move was perfect, he should have a huge wave of ten feet pressing down on his body without splashing water.

Improvements and drills again and again.

Shi Xiaole was completely selfless.

Half a month later.

Twenty-six drops of water dropped sharply to thirteen drops.

One month later.

Thirteen drops turned into six drops.

In two months, six drops became two drops, and then one drop.

But this one seemed to have become Shi Xiaole's bottleneck. Another two months passed, and Shi Xiaole's cultivation level had reached the seventh level of Xuan Qi, and he still could not cross it.

This may seem insignificant to outsiders, but shortcomings are shortcomings. What Shi Xiaole wants is absolute perfection and does not allow any errors in any link.

It was another afternoon, and Shi Xiaole sat cross-legged on the grass with a little tired look. Water stains were everywhere, and a drop of small drops of water spread out on his clothes.

“What’s the difference?”
To be continued...