Chapter 1037
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"Boom!"
A huge mountain crashed to the ground with a deafening sound, causing ripples to appear on the surface of the lake.
At the foot of the huge mountain, there was a tiny figure lying on the ground with his limbs spread out. He was gasping for air … ….
"This is the 99th mountain. It should be about time." Feng Yixiu looked at the huge mountain in front of him and said to himself.
The mountain he had just moved was only a little smaller than the one Feng Qianjue had moved. If it were three years ago, he would not have dared to imagine that he could move such a huge mountain!
It had been three years since Feng Yixiu moved the first mountain. For the past three years, Feng Yixiu had done almost nothing. His daily task was to constantly carry the mountains on his back and constantly compete with himself.
Sometimes, this kind of long period of solitary tempering could make a person grow faster than the experience between life and death.
Compared to the Feng Yixiu from three years ago, the current him was much more mature. He was no longer anxious and lost, but instead had the steadiness of a man.
The three years of continuous strength training had brought him great changes. He had absorbed the Dragon Power more completely, and his control of his muscles had also risen to a new level.
He could now freely control the dragon patterns on his body, and the explosive power of his muscles had also improved greatly. He now had full confidence that he could split the Obsidian Meteorite in half.
Feng Yixiu rested for a moment, then rushed to the meteorite crater without stopping. There was no longer confusion in his eyes, only determination.
At this time, the Obsidian Meteorite was devastated. There were more than ninety sword marks on it, arranged in a very orderly manner.
"Steel Chop – Extreme Break!"
There was not much preparation. It was a simple and unadorned sword. There was no splendid sword Qi, nor was there a spectacular scene that would make the world pale. There was only a huge force contained in it that was as heavy as a mountain.
If one were to observe carefully, they would be able to see that the moment Feng Yixiu brandished his sword, the muscle dimension on his arm had more than doubled. The rock-hard muscles represented an unparalleled tyrannical strength.
With a flash of sword light, Feng Yixiu appeared behind the Black Brilliance Meteorite and slowly sheathed the Chaos Demon Sword.
Boom!
With a loud bang, the entire Black Glory Meteorite exploded and turned into dust.
Feng Yixiu thought that he would be very happy when he heard the sound of the Black Glorious Meteorite exploding behind him, but his heart was calm.
He felt that his three years of hard work had finally paid off …
"Congratulations, you've finally grasped the Steel Cleaving Style. You can leave now."
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared behind Feng Yixiu and patted Feng Yixiu's shoulder.
Feng Yixiu slowly turned his head and said softly, "Father, I've finally done it. Unfortunately, it took me too long. Am I stupid?"
Feng Qianjue nodded and then said softly, "It's amazing that you've learned the Steel Cleaving Style in three years. It took me twice as long as you did. There are no shortcuts in this style. It can be said to be the simplest and most difficult swordsmanship. I'm glad that you didn't give up."
Most geniuses did not have much patience. Because geniuses had high comprehension, they would learn things very quickly. Over time, they would develop a kind of arrogance.
However, for a style that did not require comprehension and only relied on perseverance, it might be easier for a fool to learn. It was undoubtedly a huge challenge for those with high comprehension.
"Father, thank you for your teachings these days. If it weren't for you, I might not have been able to persevere." Feng Yixiu bowed his head and thanked him.
"I didn't help you with anything, so let's cut the crap. Don't forget what your main goal is now. You've already wasted too much time. The current situation isn't good for you," Feng Qianjue said worriedly.
Feng Yixiu sneered and said confidently, "No matter how many Blood Points they get, it's just a gift. There's nothing to be afraid of!"
"Hahaha … You're indeed my son. Well, I'll wait for your good news. "Feng Qianjue's figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only the echo of his voice echoing.
Feng Yixiu rubbed his eyes and wondered, "Why is he always appearing and disappearing so mysteriously?"
After opening the Hell's Gate again, Feng Yixiu returned to the Shura Tower.
At this time, Feng Yixiu was in a very secluded cave, almost isolated from the world. The first thing he did when he came back was to check the ranking on the Blood Points List.
There was a huge number at the top of the Blood Points List, which represented the number of floors of the Shura Tower. The current number was 64, which meant that he was now on the 64th floor.
The flow of time in the Demonic Weapon Space was one-tenth of that in the real world. Feng Yixiu had spent three years in the Demonic Weapon Space, but it was only three months in the outside world.
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