Chapter 112

Some pigs, if you don't force them, they will never know that they can fly; Some people, if you don't force him, he will never know how strong he is

Many martial artists, in the flame forging room, choose to give up because they are not confident enough and mistakenly estimate their limits.

Chen Hao remembers that the killing feedback skill of red blood demon sword will not only feed back the true yuan and blood gas of the warrior, but also the soul power of some of the slain!

Although Chen Hao has exploited most of them, over time, the number is still very considerable!

Seventeen definitely didn't reach the limit. After all, in this case, he hasn't fainted!

Chen Hao can accept seventeen's direct unconsciousness, but he must not accept seventeen's giving up.

Seventeen didn't speak, staring at the red blood demon sword with bloodshot red eyes, staring at Chen Hao's heart.

Chen Hao pretended to be relaxed and said, "look, you can still climb so hard, which proves that you haven't reached the limit, right?"

Moreover, seventeen didn't answer Chen Hao's words.

He endured the pain of crushing and being repaired one by one, and slowly lifted his left leg.

Chen Hao desperately suppressed, but in any case, he could not resist the great power of seventeen!

The red blood demon sword slowly pulled out from the ground.

Seventeen kicked fiercely, and a sonic boom came from the air. Because of inertia, the red blood demon sword broke away from its legs and was directly hit on the wall in the distance.

Chen Hao watched seventeen continue to climb towards the black stone column, and the arrow usually shot at seventeen's calf. He wanted to repeat the old technique as long as he could delay.

But just as he was about to stab the target, seventeen's calf turned golden. With a bang, the red blood demon sword only left a blood spot on the calf skin, and then it was bounced away.

too bad!

Chen Hao's most worried situation has happened.

When he first tried to nail seventeen, he found that seventeen's skin was extremely tough, and it was not easy for the red blood demon sword to cut it.

In order to pierce the skeleton of seventeen, Chen Hao has used the "killing mood"!

Now seventeen runs the "golden body forging formula", and Chen Hao wants to nail seventeen again as just now, which is impossible in a short time!

"Pa!"

Just when seventeen's hand was about to touch the black stone column, the red blood demon sword suddenly appeared in front of seventeen's eyes, and the broad sword body slapped fiercely, just like swatting flies, directly slapping seventeen on the wall!

Well done!

Chen Hao couldn't help cheering for himself!

Lost this opportunity, seventeen never had a chance to get close to the black stone pillar.

He struggled in the flames, helpless like a caterpillar roasted by the fire.

"Seventeen, you should understand my good intentions!"

"I'm doing it for you!"

"When you wake up, you will be grateful to me!"

“……”

Seventeen was not completely in a frenzy, and occasionally he would wake up in pain.

He looked at the magic sword not far away and whispered, "master Jianling..."

"What is it?"

"I... hurt... Can't stand it!"

"Well... You will live forever in the fire... Er, no, it's rebirth... You will be reborn in the fire!"

"Kill... Me!"

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. Please say it again!"

"Please... Please... You... Kill... Me!"

"I still haven't heard clearly! Who are you going to kill? When you go out, I'll take you to kill!"

In general, seventeen will fall into frenzy again after the third time.

Nearly 40 hours later, seventeen regained his will briefly.

This time he didn't ask for death.

"How long has it been?"

Chen Hao can accurately perceive through soul connection that now the soul of seventeen has reached its limit!

If he continues, he is in danger of soul collapse.

"It's a quarter of an hour to twelve!" Chen Hao clenched his teeth and said, "it's only a quarter of an hour. As long as you stick to it for another quarter of an hour, you can break the record!"

Seventeen asked incredulously, "really?"

Chen Hao saw the hope in front of him in his seventeen eyes.

"When did I lie to you?"

"Well..."

The red blood demon sword slowly moved to the black stone pillar!

However, Chen Hao didn't shoot the stone column. He sensed that the soul of seventeen stopped at the edge of collapse, and then his soul expanded violently. When it expanded to a certain extent, it suddenly began to compress, and his soul seemed to become stronger!

However, the impurities in the soul could not be removed. Mixed with the soul of 17, they were all forcibly broken and absorbed by the last 17, and came from the soul fragments full of resentment of black tigers.

At the forty third hour, seventeen regained his will briefly, and his lungs were slowly healing.

"How long is it?"

"Half an hour!"

"HMM... Lord Jianling, did you say that the martial artist who insisted for 12 hours in the flame forging room last time is not very strong? I admire him a little now!"

This time seventeen was a little more sober.

"He is absolutely strong. Maybe he has become a powerful general, or a top master!"

This time, the spirit of seventeen did not continue to grow stronger, but quickly withered.

"Lord Jianling, how long is it?"

"A quarter of an hour left!"

“……”

As soon as Chen Hao finished speaking, the steps of quenching the heart began in the flame forging room. Seventeen had no strength to scream.

At the 43rd hour, Chen Hao had a strong sense of urgency.

Even he is a little confused... How long does seventeen need to persist? Can seventeen survive?

"Lord Jianling, how long is it?"

"One quarter of an hour left!"

“……”

Soon after I lost consciousness, the flame in the flame forging room disappeared and the temperature began to drop.

Spraying the liquid medicine, constantly repairing seventeen's body.

Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief. It should be time!

It's over!

Seventeen's body had just been repaired. He looked at the red blood demon sword and asked, "how long has it been?"

"You have persisted for a full 44 hours, and you have set a new record, and increased the record to more than three times!" Chen Hao, the sword spirit, said happily, "it's hopeless for future generations. Boy, I'm proud of you. You're definitely one of the best sword owners I've ever seen!"

Seventeen lay on the ground forgetting the ceiling and said, "but I remember, I seem to have only lasted for about twelve hours!"

"Yes, the last time you asked me the time, it was a quarter of an eighth of an hour to twelve hours, but I didn't expect that after twelve hours, the next thirty-two hours, your boy even endured without saying a word!"

"Am I really that good?"

Seventeen tried to recall that he could only remember some broken memories in his dizzy mind - all he could remember were unbearable pain and some sporadic conversations with Lord Jianling.

It's like having a long nightmare!

When I wake up, I can hardly remember anything, only a feeling of fear still haunts me.

"Do you remember?"

"Almost... Almost can't remember!"

I can't remember, that's great!

To tell the truth, Shiqi grows too fast. Even though many facts can prove that Shiqi is a grateful and trustworthy person for a long time, Chen Hao is still a little worried.