I became a spiritual husband and was forced to farm

Chapter 65: Abused

Fu Yao, who was originally prepared, almost laughed, dreaming back to the King of Glory!
Fu Yao placed two swords on the table in the corner. They were as thin as cicada wings. They looked sharp and cold.

"Countdown, three, two, one, start."

A deserted female cultivator wearing a light blue fairy dress suddenly appeared in front of Fu Yao. Without saying a word of greeting, she attacked Fu Yao directly.

Fu Yao, who had always been vigilant, also immediately counterattacked.

A series of sword lights intertwined in mid-air, cutting through the sky. The sword energy was sharp, and the formation looked very scary.

At first, Fu Yao could barely catch the opponent's moves, but it became more and more difficult as he got to the back, and he stepped up his offensive when he was unable to counterattack.

He rushed towards Fu Yao like an evil ghost, and the long sword in his hand fell with a murderous aura. In an instant, there was a bloody wound on his body.

"hiss!"

The blood dripping with blood and the extreme pain told him that this was not due to the environment, the injury was really injured, and it was very possible that he was really dead.

No wonder Master said before that if you can't win, you must admit defeat immediately. That's what it meant.

After a little distraction, Fu Yao had a few more wounds on her body, and the clothes she had just changed into were turned into rags, but she couldn't care about that much now.

Tired of dealing with the opponent's sword moves, Fu Yao's injuries kept increasing, and soon Fu Yao couldn't even hold the sword steady.

"I surrender!"

A good man never suffers immediate losses. Fu Yao is here to learn, not to die. She should give in when she should.

Watching the cold light blue female cultivator disappear into the air, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Yao smacked his mouth. The formation was designed very reasonably. It would stop when called, and there would be no accidental injuries due to time delays.

"The challenge failed, you have a quarter of an hour to rest, and the challenge will be restarted in a quarter of an hour!"

The cold and stereotyped female voice sounded like a thunderbolt striking Fu Yao's heart. Why, it was also forceful.

Master said we should stay there for six hours, six hours!

The battle just now ended in just a dozen breaths. Now he was still beaten with scars and his combat effectiveness was basically lost.

If there is only a quarter of an hour of rest time after each game, she will really be exhausted if this continues.

Sitting down cross-legged and running the technique, the spiritual energy consumed quickly recovered. Even the scars that were terrible before were recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than a while, Fu Yao's injuries were completely healed.

Fu Yao looked at the smooth arms and nodded with satisfaction. When she noticed that the storage bag containing the Pure World Green Lotus Seeds that never left her body was not on her body, she guessed that this place was a very realistic illusion with abundant spiritual energy.

If the injury is real, the recovery cannot be measured according to common sense. In this trial, it was indeed the case.

The female swordsman in the blue fairy dress just now is also in the early stage of foundation building, and the swordsmanship she uses is also the most basic swordsmanship, but she can often hurt herself at tricky angles.

Fu Yao concluded two points. One is because the opponent uses body skills. With the cooperation of body skills, the speed is much faster, and the sword will naturally be faster. The other is that the opponent uses the sword sharply and will grasp every move. opportunity to attack.

It was not without reason that he was beaten. Fu Yao's foundation was really bad.

If you want to defeat the opponent, you must be more proficient in swordsmanship and faster than the opponent. Simply put, it is the experience of being beaten and struck. "The quarter-hour break is up and the challenge is about to begin. Please be ready."

Fu Yao adjusted her condition, tensed her whole body, and looked forward fiercely, preparing to take the lead this time and take the initiative, so that even if she loses, it won't be too ugly.

Just reviewing it in my mind, I have almost figured out the opponent's movement skills. As long as I am fast enough, defeating her will be a matter of time!

But what's going on with this little kid in black?

"brush."

A sharp sword technique struck directly, cutting off Fu Yao's carefully cultivated black and shiny hair. Shi Ke was indestructible. Fu Yao, who was already filled with rage, couldn't even remember the previous interruption, regardless of it. Everything and everything rushed forward without any structure.

In less than ten breaths, Firstblood!

After dying for a quarter of an hour, he was resurrected with full health. He came back again, but was immediately Doublekilled again!

Triple kill!

Quadrakill!

Pentakill!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

After being tortured again and again, Fu Yao's mentality collapsed. He just lay on the ground and screamed like he was venting his anger. He lay on the ground and just smashed into pieces.

At the beginning, I was passionate about studying the opponent's movement, the angle and strength of the sword, but the people who came out in each game were different, and their fighting styles were also different. Each time, I was directly KO'd in about ten breaths. Fu Yao, who was numb from the pain, could no longer muster the interest in fighting anymore.

However, the process of the formation is fixed. In addition to defeating the opponent, the opponent must persist for six hours and will be excluded when the time is up.

Fu Yao looked at the figure flashing in the air, but still rushed forward, for the sake of strength, to survive, and to stand on top of the world!

Jiurong looked at the children who were getting more and more embarrassed every time in the fantasy world, and couldn't help but show a wretched smile. This is their tradition of Wuxiang Peak. Without going through hardships, there are so many swordsmen in the world of immortality, why can they be the best!
Shutdown!

Six hours have finally passed. Fu Yao has failed countless times. Now his head is blank and his eyes are distracted. The moment he saw the cheap master.

"How about it? The sword training field is a unique training place for us at Wuxiang Peak, that is, the disciples of Wuxiang Peak. If other disciples of the sect want to enter this training field, they must hand over spirit stones."

Jiurong looked like you were taking advantage, which made Fu Yao's teeth sour.

"Why are the opponents different every time?"

This is where Fu Yao is annoyed. Isn't this simply not letting people pass the test?
"This is originally to train the disciples' reactions when encountering different opponents, and also to learn from each other's strengths. It basically contains the strongest attack power of the ancestors at each stage. If you can defeat them easily, then your own strength is also very high. Basically Not to be underestimated!

Your foundation is still too weak, so don’t go to the sword training field yet. During this period, you can swing the sword ten thousand times a day, and wait until you can swing the sword and it becomes instinct before you go in! "

Fu Yao listened to Master Cheap's disgusting words and just agreed lazily. She was really tired now and couldn't bear to move a finger.

But time waits for no one, and the foundation period only has a lifespan of two hundred years. Although I have practiced the "Shangqing Immortal Sutra" and opened up the blockage of the body's meridians, and because of my understanding of the tea tree, I have a thorough understanding of the techniques and can keep up. The speed of single spiritual root cultivation, but Fu Yao has five spiritual roots. A single spiritual root only needs to absorb one spiritual power, while Fu Yao has to absorb five spiritual powers.

The entire base is much larger, and it will take five or ten times as long as a single spiritual root!