With the end of this human-pig war, the original violent rain began to patter, as if a group of people watching the battle, with the end of the battle, withdrawing one after another.
"Haha..."
Jiang Minghao suddenly smiled and fell backwards, regardless of the sludge and rain on the floor, letting the sparse raindrops fall on his face and slapping his body, letting the cold of the sludge soak through his clothes, irritating his body, as if All this is cheering for his victory. Although the opponent in this battle is a beast, he feels extremely refreshing. This long-lost feeling of battle makes him excited and makes him feel that he is real. Alive, after getting into a wheelchair, Jiang Minghao thought that he would not be able to fight in his life, but as a soldier, what is the difference between a soldier who can never charge with a knife and a gun, and a dead body
In this long laugh, there was excitement and regret. Although it was only a short month, Jiang Minghao felt that it was worth it. Even if it took this month to straighten his spine and fight frantically, it is better than sitting down. It is much better to die in a wheelchair or on a bed, relying on others to take care of them and eat together.
Jiang Minghao slowly stretched out his right hand, staring blankly at the right hand that had just pierced the Falcon Wing Saber into the pig’s head, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, Jiang Minghao suddenly sat up from the mud, double The pupils of the eyes shrank sharply, staring at his palm in a daze.
If the falcon wing saber pierced the wild boar's head because of the changes in his body, why didn't he even get the blood out when he stabbed the wild boar with a knife? You know, the head of a wild boar is much harder than its neck. Jiang Minghao turned around and glanced at the wild boar that had been pierced in his forehead.
"Is it related to my strength?"
Jiang Minghao whispered to himself in an inconceivable way. Although he was exhausted to the extreme, he still got up and went to the corpse of the wild boar, holding the hilt of the Falcon Wing Saber in his right hand, trying to pull out the saber, but he worked hard. Below, the saber stuck in the pig's head did not move at all, as if reluctant to bear the bloody slaughter, and refused to come out of the wild boar's head.
"Fuck your grandpa's grandma's grandpa..."
Seeing that he could not pull out the Hayabusa Saber, Jiang Minghao cursed secretly, holding the plastic handle of the saber with both hands, running the vigor in his dantian, and tried again.
"Hey..."
The Falcon Wing Saber is like a spiritual soldier. When facing a strong man who completely surpassed himself, he finally chose to surrender. He obediently followed Jiang Minghao's hands and pulled it out of the wild boar's head. Body, the blood in the wild boar's body seemed to have found a breakthrough, and it suddenly came out from the body, spraying Jiang Minghao's face all over.
"Sniff...Sniff..."
The tip of Jiang Minghao’s nose moved a little. The warm blood of the wild boar seemed to be untouchable but greedy forbidden fruit. The blood smelled like a mischievous kitten, scratching desperately in the bottom of Jiang Minghao’s heart. Encouraging him, let him **** the pig blood at the corner of his mouth.
'Lick it, don't hesitate, just a little bit, just a little bit! '
As if it were the temptation of the devil, as if the bewitching soul stretched out from the darkness, the scarlet tongue in Jiang Minghao’s mouth was like a poisonous snake that came out of a hole for food, pierced through the clenched teeth, broke through his lips, and began to reach The pig blood licked away from the corner of his mouth, and Jiang Minghao seemed to have felt the deliciousness of pig blood. Just as Zhao Hao said, this blood could give him immense strength.
"No, I can't eat."
Jiang Minghao's upper and lower teeth shrank sharply, and he bit down his protruding tongue. A knife-like pain immediately came from the tip of his tongue. His tongue, which was full of greed for blood, shrank back suddenly, because at this moment, Jiang What emerged in Minghao's mind was Zhao Hao's expression when he was leaving, persuading Jiang Minghao to drink blood, which made him shiver, as if there was a huge conspiracy hidden in it.
"call······"
Jiang Minghao took a deep breath and sat on the ground with his eyes slightly closed, eyes and nose, nose and heart, spreading every pore in his body, feeling the flow of the surrounding air, because at this moment, Jiang Minghao can't be like before. In that way, feeling the flow of blood and heartbeat, he is completely dead now.
But Jiang Minghao felt something different, that is, the extremely weak vigor in his dantian. With his steady breathing, he felt like an agitated dragon, walking and colliding with the meridians throughout his body, completely replacing it. The flow of blood before.
If an ordinary person passed by Jiang Minghao's body at this time, he would be shocked, and even shouted the monsters and fled in a hurry, because the little energy in Jiang Minghao's body wandered along with the meridians, making his Under the skin of the body, I felt a snake wandering, and the bumpy skin everywhere was completely like a monster with madness.
"Breathe······"
Jiang Minghao exhales and inhales steadily. He clearly remembers what Jiang Jianguo said, the forest is the purest place where the breath of the heavens and the earth is the most suitable for people who practice qigong to breathe out, so Jiang Minghao has nothing else to do and begins to breathe desperately. Breathing out the essence of heaven and earth in this unpolluted virgin forest.
Suddenly, he felt that his body was like a medium that was completely connected to the outside world. He was able to put aside the patter of rain and feel the breath of the earth, mountains and rivers, and fully integrated himself into nature, while the pores stretched out on his body. It also began to communicate with the essence and qi between heaven and earth, and enter the body meridian through its own pores.
The energy that was originally rampant in the body, as if to feel the new spirit, obediently retracted into the dantian, and the meridian body's large and small meridians, and finally returned to the dantian, slowly merged into the dantian. Cast into a scene like a cloud-filled sky.
If Yang Moyu, the successor of Yang's Tai Chi, was present, he would be eager to plead with Jiang Minghao to worship him as a teacher, because what Jiang Minghao is doing now is the most difficult exercise in Tai Chi's inner family. Of course, there are also standing exercises. Gong, this is completely according to personal wishes and conditions.
The Xingyi Wuxingquan practiced by Jiang Minghao is also one of the inner family skills, but Jiang Minghao’s current sitting state can be completely experienced by a master who has turned into the micro, but now he is only in the realm of vigor. In the early days, it is conceivable that his talent and attainments in martial arts would be limitless.
"call······"
Jiang Minghao let out a sigh of breath, his legs pressed hard, and his body sitting cross-legged suddenly bounced and stood like a spring. The originally sluggish and weak body also became radiant, like a stalled tank, filled with fuel again. . He quietly looked at his body, nodded in satisfaction and said to himself: "That's it, that's how it is."
If Jiang Minghao’s previous knife stabbing the wild boar’s neck was entirely based on strength, then the knife he stabbed into the wild boar’s head was to inject the energy of his body into the Falcon Wing Saber, making this ice cold. The saber of life seems to have life.
Imagine a sharp blade with incomparable vigor shining around it. Under the action of vigor and sharp blade, the power of this knife is mentioned again and again, as if this saber is the extension of one's arm, and even gives one's own consciousness. With this saber. Jiang Minghao even imagined that if he had enough energy, would he be able to manipulate the thrown knife like a puppet, for example, the blade of a flying blade would turn in an instant.
"Hey..."
Thinking of this, Jiang Minghao couldn't help but smirk to himself, but at this moment, a trace of pig blood mixed in the mud on the ground made his eyes feel like a needle pierced, thinking of his desire for blood. He couldn't help but feel a chill in the back of his neck,
'Is it really like the TV series said, as long as I bite someone and suck blood, I will become a complete vampire? Is this too ridiculous? '
Jiang Minghao shook his head helplessly, and denied his own opinion. He turned around and picked up the two hundred catties of wild boar, threw it on his shoulders, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and he quickly rushed to his feet.
Two hundred catties of wild boar was carried by Jiang Minghao with his bare hands. He lifted the weight lightly and was still running at extreme speed. He was completely like a sprinter, and even a sludge of sewage and mud splashed behind Jiang Minghao, as if those two legs were Wheels spinning at extreme speed.
Life in various forms, some people are smart, drunk and drunk, some are tired like dogs, frugal, in short, everything pays attention to the fate, some things are not something you will have to fight for.
Just like a martial artist, from the beginning of martial arts to the peak of strength, he pays attention to personal efforts and accumulation, but whether he can break through strength and reach the realm of strength, he pays attention to the method of origin and his own perception of the martial artist. Some people end up with it. Life can only stop at the peak of strength and strength. Of course, there are some people who do not know it because of a difference in thought. Jiang Minghao did not expect that after experiencing life and death, he would be able to break through the limit of strength and strength, enter the strength of strength, maybe old Heaven is helping him, and I hope that he will complete his regrets as soon as possible in this month.
"Huh? Where are those corpses?"
When Jiang Minghao returned to the place where he had just been fighting, he was stunned for an instant, and even the wild boar on his shoulder forgot to put it down. In the surroundings, except for the injured wild wolf and the little wolf who just learned to walk, there was a trace of blood on the ground. Not at all, let alone corpses, as if this mysterious forest swallowed the five corpses and digested them
"Strange? Am I dreaming?" Jiang Minghao scratched his head. A few drops of pig blood fell on the head of the dead wild boar. Jiang Minghao reacted and dropped the wild boar on his shoulder. But at the moment he bent over, Jiang Minghao clearly saw five backpacks neatly arranged under the big tree beside him.
"Oops, someone has been here!"
This was Jiang Minghao's first reaction. He immediately turned around and looked around vigilantly. Those see-through eyes looked like Monkey King's golden eyes, scanning all suspicious objects within a 100-meter radius.