oppression!

oppression!

Oppression from darkness and space!

In such a small room full of dead silence and darkness, this silence almost suffocates the soul.

In the first three days, with the powerful psychological quality and spiritual power of the Wang Ting, he supported the past, but on the fourth day, the silence without any sound and darkness without any light finally broke through his state of mind that seemed to be without waves in the ancient well, causing a ripples in his heart and lost the peace of the past.

On the fifth day, his inner patience for this silence and darkness seemed to have reached a limit, and a voice kept questioning his spiritual world...

Why? Why!? Why!!

If you want to break through your cultivation, why do you have to torture yourself in this way?

If you want to make another breakthrough, you can take other ways to buy treasures of heaven and earth, and strengthen the qi and blood of the body.

If you want to be superb in swordsmanship, constantly compete with others in swordsmanship, pursue breakthroughs in swordsmanship, and improve your understanding of Chexin's swordsmanship again.

Even, another thought arose in his heart.

Why!

It took less than half a year for him to come into this world, and it took less than half a year to get involved in this body. The total time for practice is only half a year. In half a year, is it necessary for him to accept the challenge of being the first swordsman of Taixuan for twenty-three years?

He could leave the capital directly, and leave the capital without knowing it. After a few years, he would cultivate to the peak of the Great Swordsman, and return again. By that time, Lie Dongyang would definitely not be his opponent.

The inexplicable irritability and inexplicable competition filled his heart, making him feel bored and repulsive about this battle.

Fortunately, as a strong man who practiced the swordsmanship to the peak in his previous life, he had his own persistence and his bottom line. Even though endless thoughts emerged in his mind, he always adhered to his original intention and forcibly expelled all the negative emotions in his heart with strong thoughts.

Ten days of retreat!

In these ten days, spiritual breakthroughs broke through, breaking the shackles of the sixth-level spiritual beings to the seventh-level spiritual beings!

Time is still passing slowly.

Before we knew it, it was the sixth day of Wang Ting's self-confinement.

Six days!

Every day is as long as a century.

At this time, the persistence in his mind was gradually distorted by him.

Other thoughts and thoughts gradually left him, and all I thought about was the most primitive point - ten days! Persist in my heart!

No matter the reason, no matter the process, no matter the means!

Ten days!

Persist for ten days!

Even the original intention of persisting for ten days was gradually forgotten by him. All he remembered was ten days of persistence. After persisting for ten days, regardless of the result, he maintained this most basic belief.

"Thirty-six-one, thirty-six-one, thirty-six-one, thirty-six-one, thirty-three, thirty-six-one, thirty-six-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, thirty-one, or, I've been there for more than ten days, I've been for half a month, twenty days, one month, or even more... I seem to have been for a long time, I can go out..."

In the dark and small room, Wang Ting kept talking to himself.

At this time, he had no previous calm as water. His hair, which was not long, was covered with weeds, his lips were cracked, as if he had suffered severe blood loss. His face seemed to have been painted with white powder, full of paleness, and his pupils were filled with blood-red pupils, presenting his mental outlook, with a kind of suppressed tyranny and suppressed madness, which made him on the verge of mental collapse.

"Six days, six days, only six days have passed. I remember that there are only six days. I want to continue to persevere. In any case, I want to continue to persevere, persist for ten days!"

"No, it's been seven days, it's been seven days. It's been seven days, and it may be longer. There is no reference here at all. The warriors will always have errors in sensing the breath of the rising sun and setting sun in the outside world. If the warrior is not a god, I won't be here. If it's a god, I'll definitely have a wrong sense of sensing. Ten days, ten days have arrived."

"No! You must admit that there are not ten days yet! It's only the sixth day, and there are still four days left! You have been persisting for six days, can't you even last four days?"

"All nonsense, nonsense! Ten days, absolutely more than ten days! I can go out!"

"No, no, no! I can't go out. My goal is to become the number one swordsman in the world. Can I give up in ten days or ten days? This is impossible!"

"Bastard! Fart, I'm going out!"

Wang Ting let out a wave of mentally roars, and at first he was suppressing his voice, but as time went by, calmness had completely disappeared from his body. All he had was tyranny, a kind of tyranny that completely made his mind out of control!

"Go out! Go out, I'm going out! Ten days are coming, I'm going out!"

Suddenly, he let out anger, and he could no longer control his body. He suddenly rushed out of this small room, knocking heavily on the door blocking him, and shouting wildly: "Open the door! Open the door, I want to go out, I want to go out!"

"Touch! Touch! Touch!"

The loud noise suddenly woke Yin Xue who was guarding outside the door.

Just as Yin Xue wanted to open the door and see what was going on, Wang Ting in the room suddenly woke up again: "No, it's not here, ten days have not arrived! I can't go out, I can't go out, seal the door, seal the door!"

"tutor."

Listening to the sound of the spirit in the room falling into collapse, a trace of sadness flashed in Yin Xue's eyes hidden under the silver mask.

as well as……

A trace of hatred!

Hate of the person who created all this in front of you!

But thinking of the magic of the demon's magic technique and the careful explanation when Wang Ting entered this room, this kind of grief only appeared in her eyes for a moment. The next moment, her face had been replaced by coldness, and the man even came to the outside of the courtyard and ordered a guard outside who seemed to have heard some noise: "I want an iron door, the solid iron door, the stronger the better, at least it can withstand the impact of the peak powerful man of the Great Swordsman."

"iron gate?"

The guard was stunned for a moment, and recalled the deacon's instructions and nodded immediately: "Please wait for Miss Yin."

After the guard left, he had already returned in less than half an hour. When he came back, the two of them walked in with a solid iron gate weighing absolutely more than 100 kilograms.

"Miss Yin, this is the iron gate you want. This iron gate, let alone resist the attack of the peak swordsman strongman, even a swordsman master-level strongman may not be able to break it."

Yin Xue nodded, and under the horrified eyes of the two formal swordsmen, she lifted the iron door up alone, came to the front of the room, smashed heavily to the ground, and stone chips flew, blocking the wooden door.

"Miss Yin, we..."

"You guys go down."

"yes."

The two guards responded and retreated again.

I have to say that the iron door prepared by Yin Xue is very wise.

The sometimes calm and sometimes crazy royal court had just stopped for less than an hour, and immediately smashed the door hysterically, and it was more fierce every time. The time for restlessness from that kind of madness was longer and longer. Many times, the madness lasted for more than an hour, but calmness could only last less than ten minutes.

By the night of the sixth day, his mental state seemed to have collapsed completely. He no longer controlled the force in his hands and directly smashed the wooden door to pieces. The huge force further impacted the iron door outside the wooden door, causing the iron door to vibrate violently.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Constant vibrations came out of the iron gate, but facing Yin Xue's power that was far above the level of a swordsman master, no matter how Wang Ting attacked the iron gate, he could not shake the iron gate at all.

During this process, Yin Xue's face under the silver mask was always full of indifference and coldness, as if she was doing something irrelevant, completely ignoring the madness and roar of Wang Ting, which was so cold that it was creepy!

The violent sound spread in this separate courtyard, and there was also a heart-shaking hysteria, the madness and tragic nature that made the guests living in nearby courtyards move away, and they no longer dared to stay nearby for a moment. After staying in this scream for a long time, they would definitely have nightmares to accompany each night.

The crazy knock lasted for a whole night!

All night, for more than eight hours, this violent impact never stopped. He hit with his hands, his body, and his head, accompanied by that shrill roar like a wild beast. Everyone was shocked and afraid of the potential that humans burst out when they were forced into desperate situations.

But when time passed to the seventh day, the knocking sound gradually weakened.

By the afternoon of the seventh day, the knocking sound almost completely disappeared, and this situation did not change at all until the eighth morning.

calm!

Compared to last night, this night has a suffocating calm.

In that suffocating environment, the swordsmen and warriors watching the courtyard throughout the night did not dare to breathe, for fear that the terrifying scene of last night would come again.

But……

No!

The room didn't change anyway throughout the night!

No sound came out in that room.

It seemed that the owner of the room in the entire small courtyard was shocked a few days ago. At this moment, the world evaporated and no longer existed in this world.

For a moment, all the swordsmen watching this courtyard couldn't help but have a horrible guess in their minds at the same time...

Could it be...

The royal court in retreat in the room...

Dead!?
Chapter completed!