Chapter 1070 (1/2)

”In the next few days, all you have to do is condense the sword rhyme, condense the sword rhyme into a thin awn, thin enough to penetrate the body of the little fish, without breaking the body of the little fish, only a small hole appears.”

”Ah?” Su Chen is confused.

What kind of face joke?

How big is his sword rhyme now? Basically, it's about the same size as the ancient dust sword. It's just a state of fog and light.

He didn't even think about condensing and compressing sword rhyme.

What's more, compress and condense to the extent that Mu Lao said?

This is to turn a big watermelon into a sesame!

”When you do, your strength will be greatly improved.” Wood old light way, then, disappeared.

Leave Su Chen alone.

”Son Su, do it. Mulao is right. You are not good at art and refinement. You are too wasteful. ” Nine you also exclaimed: ”wood old not to lose is to live millions of years of super old monster, suddenly point out your crux.”

”All right!” Su Chen nodded.

Next.

He began to try again and again to drive sword rhyme!

It's not easy, or even difficult, to drive sword rhyme.

Every time Su Chen drives, he needs to rest and breathe.

Every time he drives, he will try to condense and compress sword rhyme, which is a very difficult thing, because to drive sword rhyme, we need to use spirit.

Very tired!

Try again and again, his spirit will burst with the same pain, just like using the brain excessively, the spirit is burned with pain.

Su Chen's face was almost always pale.

But he insisted.

It's not intermittent.

In fact, although Mulao left before, he didn't really leave, but hid in the air and kept staring at Su Chen.

He looked quietly in his eyes and nodded.

”Yes, but I have some perseverance.”

Soon, the day passed.

”The harvest is not small.” Su Chen is a little exhausted. The spirit is really loaded to the extreme. This is still under the transformation of three forces. Otherwise, he would have passed out. Now he is tired and would like the spirit to sleep for three or five days.

However, Su Chen is very happy.

Because, in one day, he actually condensed the unyielding sword rhyme to the size of a fist. Although, compared with the requirements of Mu Lao, it's still 18000 miles away, but it's also a great progress, isn't it?

The next day.

Continue.

Another day.

Continue as before.

Su Chen falls into a kind of madness.

Full of seven days, every day they torture to death.

Day eight.

Early in the morning.

”Look, Mr. mu.” Su Chen said with a smile. He pointed to the stream. Then, suddenly, in his hand, an extremely dazzling light appeared. It flashed away like an illusion.

Then, in the stream, a small fish was hit.

Through the body of the little fish, a pinhole appeared on the body.