Do it as soon as you say it!

Li Chen began to practice according to the moves on the sword chart.

Draw the sword!

Punch!

Return to the sword!

There are only these three actions in total.

Li Chen practiced thousands of times.

Before I knew it, the east turned white.

Li Chen looked at the rising sun and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

Draw your sword and stab at the sun!

He stabs the sun in any direction.

That's it, from sunrise to sunset.

After the sun sets, the moon climbs to the willows.

So he began to stab the moon.

His body was torn apart countless times in a black hole and reorganized countless times. He didn't know what fatigue was?

Li Chen was so tragic that more than a month passed without realizing it.

During this month, Li Chen drew a total of 360 million swords.

At the beginning, it took him two or three breaths to pull it out once.

And now, in one breath, it is enough to pull out thousands of times.

It is absolutely no exaggeration to say that it is as fast as lightning.

During this month, the white fox's injuries have basically healed.

However, it did not leave, but followed Li Chen.

When Li Chen was practicing sword, he would find some wild fruits nearby, or prey such as rabbits, pheasants, etc.

Seeing that the white fox was so spiritual, Li Chen planned to bring it with him and gave it a simple and easy-to-understand name Xiaobai.

On this day, Li Chen was practicing swordsmanship as usual.

Xiaobai lay beside the stream, basking in the sun lazily.

Suddenly!

A soul-stirring wolf roar came out of the jungle.

Xiaobai, who was sleeping in, suddenly raised his ears and looked very frightened.

Immediately, it was very timid and jumped onto Li Chen's shoulder.

At this time, Li Chen also stopped practicing swordsmanship, his pupils suddenly condensed, and he looked straight into the depths of the jungle.

A monster with a body like a tiger, a pair of wings on its ribs and a wolves, slowly walked out.

Its sharp claws stepped on the dead branches and made a squeaking sound, making people shudder.

This is Fenglang, a third-level monster. It is known for its speed and ferocity, which is very difficult.

Among the low-level monsters, that is, the first to third-level monsters, they are definitely at the king level.

Even ordinary monks at the Golden Elixir realm are unwilling to provoke such beasts.

Feng Lang roared at Li Chen, revealing his gloomy and terrifying fangs, and jumped up suddenly, his sharp claws tearing through the void, and rushed straight to Li Chen's throat and his life gate.

Li Chenqiang calmed down. Just as Feng Lang was about to rush in front of him, he drew his sword suddenly.

"Swish!"

The sword shadow drew a brilliant light in the sky, rushing straight to Fenglang's abdomen.

This is where his life is.

"Puff!"

Li Chen's sword accurately cut through Fenglang's belly.

Feng Lang's abdomen was bleeding and even his intestines leaked out.

Fenglang, whose abdomen suddenly hurt, fell heavily from the air like a stone.

Take your life while you are sick!

Before Fenglang could get up again, Li Chen raised his sword again and stabbed towards its throat.

"Woooooo!"

Fenglang let out a desperate whimper, and his body turned into a pool of mud, lying in a pool of blood forever.

At this time!

The cold wind suddenly rises!

The smell of blood follows the wind in the mountains and forests.

Suddenly!

The horrifying howls of wolf sounded one after another.

Wolves are sociable animals.

The wind wolf killed by Li Chen was just the scout sent by this group of wolves to inquire about the situation.

Now, the Fenglang, who acts as a scout, is killed.

The other wind wolves smelled the bloody smell and quickly closed them.

They appeared on the cliff, in the woods, on the grass, and even in the stream... not less than a thousand heads in all sizes.

Each of them stared at blood-red eyes, as if they could rush over at any time and tear Li Chen and Xiaobai into pieces.

Seeing this scene, Li Chen couldn't help but feel shocked.

While the wind wolf pack had not yet completely closed, he hugged Xiaobai, spread his feet and ran away.

When they saw the prey escape, the wind and wolves were moved.

"Aoah!"

"Aoah!"

...

The wind wolf closest to Li Chen waved his wings and swung quickly over, trying to block his way.

"Those who block me will die!"

Li Chen roared angrily and drew his sword quickly.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

Two sword lights fell, and the two wind wolves that blocked the way were cut through their necks and died.

"Aoah!"

Another wind wolf suddenly rushed over from behind Li Chen.

Li Chen turned around suddenly, and then slashed at his abdomen.

"Puff!"

This sword directly stabbed Feng Lang to the heart.

"Aoah!"

Before Li Chen could draw his sword, more than a dozen wind wolfs came quickly.

Li Chen kicked the Feng Lang in front of him, who had been stabbed to death by himself, and waved his bloody magic sword and was cautious.

"Aoah!"

"Aoah!"

...

More than a dozen wind wolfs, and at the same time, howled wolf howled to the sky.

The shrill sounds intertwined, and they were completely the soul-tempering song of the God of Death.

Then, these dozen wind wolves exposed their gloomy fangs and sharp claws almost at the same time.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"
To be continued...