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- If you don¡¯t accumulate small steps, how can you reach a thousand miles? !
Without accumulation of small streams, how can it become a river or a sea? !
Efforts may not necessarily be rewarded, but if you don't work hard, you will definitely not succeed. Zhou Wenlue was just like that, wielding his beginner's prairie fire spear technique again and again in the depths of the desert. Except for the time that passed like water, What can prove the value of his sweat and perseverance is his steadily improving Liaoyuan marksmanship.
If at the beginning he had simply mastered the basic marksmanship and could stab a dozen spears at a time per second, then now, he was able to stab the sky with spear shadows like Li Ruohai. Of course, In terms of power, the mere appearance of the gun shadow is definitely far from being comparable to that of a gun god like Li Ruohai.
Li Ruohai requested to use his marksmanship instead of protecting his body to block the wind and sand. Now Zhou Wenlue was able to do it in a short time, but it was only for an hour or two. After all, the wind and sand in the depths of the desert were too strong. , Zhou Wenlue had to rely solely on the spear in his hand to keep himself clean of sand. It was too difficult. One or two hours was the limit of his hard training.
In addition, not only the marksmanship, but Zhou Wenlue's Prairie Fire Heart Technique and Lingbo Weibu also gradually improved through the repetition day after day, especially Lingbo Weibu. Although Zhou Wenlue often used it in the past, It is used to avoid enemies, but after all, it has never been on the battlefield. It is mostly a one-on-one warrior fight. Although it is performed well, there are not many opportunities to practice.
But now in this vast desert, every day, I step on Lingbo Weibu and stab the prairie fire spear technique in my hand again and again, but I still face such perverted targets as the wild sand in the sky. Presumably those seniors who have practiced Lingbo Weibu to great perfection would be ashamed to see his training method, right?
But these results were not enough, Zhou Wenlue still practiced hard day after day.
Every day during the day. You can see a red shadow wrapped in sharp flames dancing in the wind and sand, and countless guns and flowers blooming in the sky.
In the evening, figures like a prairie fire fluttered and moved flexibly in the air and on the ground, like dancing fiery ghosts.
Late at night, when you are falling asleep, this red figure still has no rest, sitting motionless on the ground practicing hard, and the faint moonlight stretches his shadow very long.
Days like this. I don¡¯t know how long it took, but it was so long that even Zhou Wenlue himself could no longer remember the date he remembered at the beginning. He faced the unchanging wind and yellow sand every day, without any other color or life, except for the gun in his hand. Guns, the only thing that can prove the changes in the world, is the continuous transition between day and night.
????????????In such isolation from the world. Zhou Wenlue even felt that he might have seen some kind of time called "eternity".
It was also during this boring and unchanging reincarnation hard training day after day that Zhou Wenlue's prairie fire spear technique finally became possible without using the body-protecting Qi. Instead, he simply used his spear technique to block the sand and dust for tens of seconds. In the last few minutes, to the next few dozen minutes. In just over an hour now, great progress has been made.
Finally one day, when Zhou Wenlue had almost completely forgotten everything about the outside world, Li Ruohai appeared in front of him when the cold wind had just stopped and the dust had just fallen to the ground. Calmly said: "You can take a good rest."
At this time, Zhou Wenlue's prairie fire spear technique could easily meet Li Ruohai's requirements. There is no need to protect the body with pure Qi and just use spear skills to block it in this desert to resist the wild sand in the sky.
It was also at this time that Zhou Wenlue struggled out of the ascetic state of being isolated from the world, and asked in a daze: "Master, how long have I been practicing?"
"It's been more than three months." Li Ruohai looked into his eyes and still said calmly.
Zhou Wen slightly nodded and accepted it calmly. More than three months of hard training in isolation from the world improved not only his marksmanship and strength, but also his state of mind. This kind of spiritual growth and sublimation, even if Bing Xin No matter how miraculous it is, Zhou Wenlue's shortcomings in his mental state, which may not be able to keep up due to his rapid improvement in strength, have also been solved through this improvement.
With his heart as calm as water and his flattery as calm, Zhou Wenlue's lonely and persevering hard work has undoubtedly been rewarded accordingly.
A few months later, Zhou Wenlue finally returned to the inn in the small town, closed his eyes and slept normally.
There was nothing to say all night. When Zhou Wenlue got up the next day, Li Ruohai was already sitting in the lobby of the inn, drinking wine.
Li Ruohai drinks, unlike other people in the world or heroes who like to drink heavily. He drinks very slowly. He only drinks in small sips, but he does not taste them carefully, because he never drinks for the sake of drinking. Drinking and drinking is purely to pass the time, a kind of pastime.
The more he got along with Li Ruohai, the more Zhou Wenlue discovered that compared to his previous boring ascetic practice day after day, he was actually an ascetic in the true sense.
As introduced in his secret book, as the most beautiful man in the world, he has never had anything to do with a woman in the past forty-eight years, does not like drinking, and has no other hobbies. Probably apart from martial arts and fighting, he has No more hobbies.
Only by being strong in love can one be strong in swordsmanship.
Zhou Wenlue thought of Lang Fanyun, the only master in the world who could rival "Magician" Pang Ban. He had been locked in Dongting Lake for decades after the death of his beloved wife. He was extremely affectionate. Ji Jian has just gained such strength as a mountain.
Things in this world are indeed like this. Only by truly being devoted to martial arts and having nothing else in your heart can you achieve such admirable achievements as Li Ruohai and Lang Fanyun. Terrifying strength, right?
Seeing Zhou Wen slightly come down, Li Ruohai nodded and motioned for him to sit down.
After Zhou Wenlue sat down, Li Ruohai glanced at him and said lightly: "You have already mastered the basic skills of the prairie fire spear technique. Starting tomorrow, I will take you to the heart of the desert."
This is the basic skill?
Zhou Wenlue smiled bitterly when he heard this. His current Liaoyuan Spear technique, in addition to the matching Liaoyuan Zhenjin, is an internal skill that requires time and hard practice. In terms of marksmanship alone, it can even be compared with his swordsmanship when he has understood the meaning of the sword. The only difference is that he has not yet been in that situation to realize his own spear intention.
To put it bluntly, if his current marksmanship was put on an ancient battlefield, he could be considered a first-rate general. But in Li Ruohai's eyes, it was still a basic skill!
The Gunslinger is indeed a Gunslinger, and his vision is high. Zhou Wen slightly shook his head. At first, Li Ruohai said that he was a strict believer, but he didn't take it seriously. Now he understands deeply that the requirements are indeed strict.
However, basic skills are just basic skills. As long as you can improve your strength, no matter how hard or tiring you are, it doesn¡¯t matter.
Zhou Wenlue was concerned about another thing. "Master, I heard from people in this town that there are groups of horse thieves and sand thieves in the center of the desert. Will you run into trouble if you go there to practice?"
"Trouble?" Li Ruohai smiled contemptuously and said proudly: "My spear and martial arts skills were honed there. Do you think there will be any trouble in going there as a teacher?"
"But." At this point. But he suddenly changed the topic, looked at Zhou Wen and smiled slightly: "But if you go to Wenlue, you will definitely be in trouble, and it will be a big trouble!"
What the hell!
Zhou Wenlue rolled his eyes in his heart. Is this a common problem among masters and disciples? It¡¯s enough to teach that guy to be like a devil. Even Li Ruohai is so sinister?
"I will take you there. I want you to fight against hordes of fierce and powerful horse thieves, so that you can exercise your actual combat ability and accumulate your actual combat experience Your current prairie fire marksmanship is just It's just the marksmanship that one person has practiced. The spear is the weapon of the battle formation. Only by experiencing real killing and facing the situation of using less to attack more in the future can you be able to deal with it calmly."
Li Ruohai didn't know that Zhou Wenlue, the "evil disciple", was slandering him in his heart, so he told him the reason why he wanted Zhou Wenlue to go to the center of the desert to fight with the horse thieves.
"Yes, master." Everything was for himself. Li Ruohai's words came to this point. Zhou Wenlue was naturally speechless and obeyed the master's orders.
After breakfast, Li Ruohai and Zhou Wenlue, masters and apprentices, led the famous horse White Dragon Horse again, oh no, they led the "hoof-stepping swallow" to once again set foot on the Western Heaven to learn scriptures, oh no, they set foot on it again. On the path of cultivation.
Compared with the previous hard training, Zhou Wenlue's training process this time will undoubtedly be more dangerous. In the past, he only had to overcome the dangerous weather and environment, as well as endure psychological boredom and perseverance, but this time, he It means actually stepping onto the battlefield, killing with real swords and guns, accumulating valuable practical experience in prairie fire marksmanship from the killings, improving your own strength, and understanding the real prairie fire marksmanship that belongs to you.
"The gun is the weapon of the battle formation. The real marksmanship begins with killing!"
Li Ruohai said calmly, "Deep in the center of the endless desert in the northwest, for those vicious horse thieves and sand bandits, there is no so-called kindness or other emotions, only killing. There, you Keep a killing heart! Otherwise, you will be the one who is killed. Horse thieves will not tell you any morals. Remember my words, either you kill them or they kill you, the weak will eat the strong.Get other options. So you must keep a killing heart! "
The heart of killing!
Of course Zhou Wenlue understood the meaning of this word. In the hell training of the instructor, when he first received those bloody trainings, he almost fell into a morbid state. Later, he actually experienced the battlefields of cold weapons and hot weapons in different eras. Between the flesh and blood, the existence of life is pale and humble.
"After returning to reality, there is no chance to regain it. But today, do we want to experience it again?"
Under the power of the horse, the master and the apprentice quickly arrived at the central area of ??the desert. Here, everywhere they looked, there was endless yellow sand. They stayed there for a long time. , even just this can make people feel despair.
The strong wind in the early morning was not very strong yet, and he could look farther away. The surface of Zhou Wenlue's body was only covered with a very thin layer of flaming prairie fire energy. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't even see it.
It's not that Zhou Wenlue's newly learned Liaoyuan Qi is so weak, but after these few months of practice, he has become very familiar with how to release Qi to protect the body in the desert. One level, but neither more nor less. Just enough to block the biting cold wind without wasting a single bit of energy.
It can be done to this extent. Both Zhou Wenlue and Li Ruohai were very satisfied.
After entering the central area of ??the desert, Li Ruohai and Zhou Wenlue did not stop. They passed directly through the storm barrier and entered the most dangerous middle area of ??the central area.
Here, there is no biting cold wind, no flying dust, only the sun shining lazily. But the rugged ground was full of skeletons of living creatures, some of them animals, some of them human beings, as well as half-buried and half-covered ornaments and weapons.
Things in this world are sometimes so wonderful. For humans, they come from the greed and blood of the same kind. Far more terrifying and vicious than the harsh and extreme weather of nature.
Zhou Wenlue's first killing came very quickly. Not long after the master and apprentice entered the center of the desert, several figures suddenly appeared in the distance ahead of the endless yellow sand in their sight. They were dressed in the same clothes as the yellow sand. Wearing an ordinary yellow robe, the weapon in his hand reflected bursts of light spots in the golden desert sand under the scorching sun above his head.
"Go kill them all!"
There was no trace of warmth in Li Ruohai's eyes. He ordered coldly to Zhou Wenlue beside him!
"yes!"
Zhou Wenlue didn't say much. After nodding, he rushed over with the spear in his hand without hesitation.
" Killing one person is a sin, killing ten thousand people makes you a hero, and a man should kill someone!"
Zhou Wenlue's upper body and front body were running forward. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his pupils were filled with the color of a prairie fire. Murderous!
"Let's start with killing"
Behind him, looking at Zhou Wenlue's indomitable back, Li Ruohai's cold eyes were full of expectation.
There are seven people in this group of horse thieves.
Seven horse thieves, seven horses, seven shining silver scimitars.
Among the seven, one of them has a white horse, and his cultivation level is also the strongest. It is similar to Zhou Wenlue's current Liaoyuan Zhenjin cultivation level. They are all innate masters in the early stage of human level, and the other six are not bad either. , they are all late warriors and around the peak of warriors, and their horses are all maroon red.
When Zhou Wenlue rushed towards them, they also discovered him. The white-horse horse thief raised the scimitar in his hand, and the seven people and seven horses rushed towards him fiercely without saying a word in a tacit understanding.
"Boom!"
The two sides soon collided in a narrow road, but the only difference was that there were seven people on the other side, and Zhou Wenlue was only one person. The other side was using the scimitar most commonly used in the deserts of the Western Regions, while Zhou Wenlue was holding a scimitar in his hand. It's a gun.
Zhou Wenlue's spear was a standard long spear, and their swords were standard scimitars. Zhou Wenlue's spear was much longer than their swords. Therefore, the first thing to collide was Zhou Wenlue's spear and the horse that collided the most. Fast white horse.
"Keng!"
The scimitar of the most powerful horse thief on the white horse struck at the gun body that Zhou Wenluo stabbed. Zhou Wenlue's hand shook hard, and he easily deflected the opponent's knife. The gun flashed like a poisonous snake. It pierced the eyes of the white horse beneath him.
The white and red object suddenly shot out from the white horse's eyes under the action of the sharp spear tip, and with a shrill neigh, the white horse struggled and galloped under the severe pain. It was caught off guard, and the strongest horse thief riding on it immediately fell unconscious. He fell down uncontrollably.
After Zhou Wenlue's gun pulled out the white horse's eye, it immediately thrust out again like lightning, stabbing the falling horse thief directly.??Chest!
An innate master at the early stage of human level, underestimating the enemy, died under Zhou Wenlue's sharp marksmanship in such an instant!
But at the same time, the six scimitars of the other six horse thieves struck Zhou Wenlue's body at the same time, but they were immediately blocked by his Jiuyang Zhenqi that automatically protected his body. .
While the zhenqi was trembling, Zhou Wenlue pulled out the spear that was pierced into the chest of the innate realm horse thief. A stream of blood spurted out from the hole. The innate horse thief died immediately. The spear rotated and swept away the six innate realm horse thieves. Scimitar.
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Thirty strikes!
Zhou Wenlue's hand shook, and the spear suddenly turned into thousands of spear shadows like a prairie fire. The fire all over the sky bypassed the horse underneath the opponent and went straight to the horse thief on the horse. There was no way to hide!
Amidst the clanging sound, a ball of blood spurted out from the eyebrows of the six horse thieves, and they were all killed!
The man on the horse died, and the frightened horses immediately fled in all directions. Zhou Wenluo grabbed one of them, turned over and jumped on it, then rode the horse back to Li Ruohai, who was watching from a distance.
But before he could speak, Li Ruohai had already shaken his head and said: "No, it's too bad! To deal with someone who is lower than him in cultivation and strength, and there are not many people on the other side, he still has to be beaten. Hit, relying on the body's infuriating energy to hit the target, completely failed!"
Such an evaluation undoubtedly heralds the beginning of Zhou Wenlue¡¯s crazy killing spree, and it also predicts that in the coming days, Zhou Wenlue will soon experience the same killings day after day as he did during his previous training.
Soon, the master and the apprentice met the second group of horse thieves. However, compared with the last time there were only seven people, this time the horse thieves were already a group of horse thieves. There were more than fourteen or five people in total, one A mid-level human-level powerhouse, two early-level human-level masters, and five peak warriors, the lineup can be described as powerful.
The martial arts masters in this world are really inferior to dogs. A majestic innate strong man actually went to this veritable desert where no birds shit and no grass grows to become a horse thief.
Zhou Wenlue complained in his heart, but he still had to mount his horse. Facing these dozen powerful enemies, he first tried his best to kill the strongest mid-level human-level warriors as quickly as possible, and then One against two, he killed two early-stage human level masters, but he still inevitably suffered some minor injuries. He relied on the Qi shield to withstand the attacks of other minions.
Regarding such a result, Li Ruohai still shook his head: "Failed"
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