The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

This is the season of February, and the city of Dilno is still at the transition of the cold winter and early spring.

Although due to its location in the south, the temperature in Dilno City is milder than that in the north during the same period, without the bitter wind.

But according to common sense, the streets of Dilno at this time should not be so noisy and lively.

After all, the weather is not here after all, and the cold winter has not completely passed. Although there has been a breath of spring, the outside climate is still not suitable for walking for a long time.

However, at this time, the noisy crowd was walking on the street, but this issue was not considered at all.

When faced with life-threatening dangers, how many people can remain calm and calm, that can really be seen only when the time comes.

Moreover, even if someone can face such dangers and remain calm and maintain their due rationality, when he is surrounded by mobs who have lost the ability to think about themselves, how long can he remain so sober?

Alan sat quietly in the courtyard, his tyrannical spirit diffused in the air, listening to the sound sent by the breeze.

After resting for more than ten minutes, Allen had already escaped from that exhausted state.

And, because after drinking a high-level [Healing Potion] in time, Alan's fatigue has been reduced a lot.

To be honest, this usage is a bit violent.

After all, Allen's injury was not serious, or that Allen was not hurt.

Allen is more of physical and mental exhaustion, a negative effect brought about by the state of "weakness".

In this case, in fact, all you need to do is take a break, and you don't need to consume precious potions at all.

But there is no way.

Allen knew his situation at the time, and it was straightforward. At that time, Allen was a paper tiger.

It's okay if Buck and the others haven't left, he can still paddle with the shelter of the other party.

But as soon as Buck left, he had to shoulder the burden of guarding both Leonard and Austin.

Although Allen is confident, even if there is any ghost, after sensing the terrifying power of Allen's previous sword and the sacred majesty of Buck's own sacred majesty, he will definitely be extremely wise to stay away from this place, so as not to end up in smoke.

But if you are not afraid of ten thousand, you are afraid of anything. If there is a stubborn guy who bumps into him and sees through Alan's reality, the fun will be great.

Therefore, even if Austin and Leonard can come out in less than half an hour, Allen does not dare to bet that there is no possibility.

Compared with the possibility that the probability is extremely low but the risk is extremely high, a high-level [healing potion] is simply a bargain.

Besides, even after Austin and Leonard came out, Alan could not rest immediately, after all, they still had other things to be busy.

If you don't drink the potion to speed up your recovery and allow Alan to recover slowly, it is estimated that he will have to rest for at least one day, or fall asleep.

With this calculation, it would be extremely correct to make Alan use the potion.

This is not a self-assertion by Allen, nor is it flexible.

Because when Austin asked him and Leonard to go south to help, he had already given Allen the appropriate permissions.

To be honest, compared to the amount of wartime rations given to Allen by Austin, a bottle of high-level [Healing Potions] is nothing.

The vigorous branches stretched across the sky like a sharp sword, and the branches with scattered green buds bloomed vigorously, blocking a little light for Allen and casting a large mottled shadow.

And just under this shadow, Alan Ann sat on the stone bench, her eyes closed tightly, as if she had fallen asleep.

But unlike ordinary people sleeping like a chicken pecking rice, Allen's back is straight, like a javelin, and the index finger of his right hand is still tapping an unsystematic rhythm on the long knife that has already been sheathed.

The sound is extremely subtle, like a breeze blowing across the lake, ripples in layers; like a heavy rain falling from the sky, it is a swan song in the world. It is gentle and bursting, gentle and eager, contradictory and unified, chaotic and orderly.

Gradually, even Allen himself was immersed in this strange rhythm.

The index finger tapped lightly, as if thunder fell into the sky, hitting between the sky and the earth, and the sheathed long knife made a clear trembling sound.

This voice seemed to be in harmony with the heavens and the earth, and every sound was in harmony with the invisible existence, resonating with the misty emptiness.

The space around Allen's body is rippling, like a stone falling into the water, the water is rippling, and the end is beautiful.

However, in such beauty, it is a terrifying murderous intent and a danger to life and death.

At this moment, in the small courtyard where Allen is in, every inch of space has already begun to fluctuate and begin to tremble. If someone accidentally steps into this field, these seemingly gentle ripples will turn into water in the next moment. The violent and domineering spatial turbulence crushed all enemies who dared to invade into powder.

This is an extremely terrifying vision, and it is also an existence that exceeds the limit of the imagination of ordinary transcendents.

To be honest, it is beyond common sense that Allen can create such a grand scene.

After all, no matter how powerful and terrifying Alan was before, he still had to be full of energy and blood to shake the void with full combat power.

If you need to slash through the space and see the void, you will have to slash with all your strength to achieve this.

This full power is not only the full power of physical energy and blood, but also the cohesion of spiritual will. Of course, it would be even better if you could turn on [Blood Blood] to gain momentum for a period of time.

Although this kind of power is astonishing, it can still be explained and found theoretical support.

But now, Allen just sat there and tapped the long knife with his index finger, creating such a horrible scene.

In this case, people really don't know what to say.

After all, until now, Alan hasn't really achieved shining silver yet.

The breeze gently caressed, bringing the noise in the distance and the loneliness of the alleys.

But no matter what it was, Allen had no sense of mind.

At this moment, Alan seemed to be in a very strange situation, his body surging with blood, like a big river, rushing unceasingly, making a rumbling sound.

The heavy lead-mercury blood circulates endlessly in the blood vessels, supplying rich nutrients to every part of the body. The bright red blood drops like gems rolled in the blood vessels, making a crisp sound like a jade ball rolling on a hard disk.

The round blood beads rolled in the body, spread all over Allen's body, reaching every inch of skin and every inch of flesh and blood.

And wherever he went, the blood drop fell into the earth like a spring rain, and disappeared silently.

No, it can't be said to be silent, because when the blood drop disappears, the surrounding flesh and blood muscles and bones seem to have been moisturized, becoming more crystal clear and bright, blooming with a faint light.

Allen's body seems to be metamorphosing, evolving, and undergoing some unbelievable changes.

Flesh, skin, muscles and bones, muscles and veins,...

Every place, every point is sublimating, and is moving towards a higher level.

However, such changes are not without cost.

At some point, Alan's breathing method has changed from restoring energy and nurturing spirit to a posture of absorbing magical particles in the air.

The magic particles that were originally wandering in the air seemed to see honey bees rushing in madly, scrambling to enter Alan's body.

The rapid changes of the magical energy particles are related to the material world, causing rapid gusts of wind.

The squally gust of wind swelled on the spot, but within a few breaths, a small tornado visible to the naked eye was formed.

This small tornado enveloped Allen and spread rapidly in all directions.

The dead branches and leaves scattered on the ground are absorbed by the terrifying force and become part of the tornado.

The branches that are as tough as swords also succumbed under this kind of force, being pressed by such a strong wind, they bend into an appearance that they hate.

Then, with a crisp click, he was forced to leave his original place and mixed into the turbulent wind.

The wind is surging, roaring like a dragon.

Seeing that all of this was about to get out of control, a light blue mask suddenly rose in the courtyard, which was about to reach the bound of the violent wind at the edge of the courtyard, pressing the bursting "wild horse" back to its original path.

Hum!

The magic circle buzzed, and the densely buried mana bases were running wildly, providing surging mana to counter the terrifying wind.

However, although this magic circle isolates the internal and external fluctuations, it shields the outsiders from the internal perception.

However, along with Alan and the others, Austin's subordinates who are still living in this large yard can perceive the existence of the fluctuation of the magic circle.

It's just that, even though their hearts are surging, and they even speculate about what is happening in the courtyard, they have no intention of stepping forward to check.

Because at the beginning, they were asked by Austin, and when he disappeared, everything would follow Alan's arrangements.

When the two of Buck arrived, Allen had told others not to come to him without his call.

Therefore, even though the magic circle was buzzing at this time, they could only see the magic circle. As for what happened in it, they didn't know.

And although they were not directly informed of the relevant matters, these elites who were discovered and cultivated by Austin from Gloria City still guessed what Austin was preparing.

As a result, they just showed an unexpected look, and then increased their vigilance, and continued to strengthen their inspections and defenses around the courtyard.

Fortunately, they didn't enter rashly, otherwise, Allen's sentiment this time would be lost halfway.

However, although Alan was not disturbed by others, Alan's situation was not safe at this time.

Allen's skin lived up to its previous crystal clearness, cracking faintly, flowing an abnormal grayish white color.

Through the cracked skin, Alan’s blood vessels can even be seen. However, unlike the usual blood vessels that are as hard as steel and ruddy as blood and jade, the blood vessels at this time are full of faint folds, which are not as smooth as they used to be. It means decay and decay.

Not only skin and blood vessels, muscles, bones, tendons, blood, internal organs...

At this time, they all seemed to be withered, revealing a decadent aura. Not only is it inferior to the miracle when it started to transform before, it is also far from the scene of exhaustion.

At this time, Allen also faintly sensed the deterioration of his body. The spirit that was originally concentrated in the body, and the will that was diffused outside the body, began to tremble slightly.

Although the breakthrough of the realm and the sublimation of the essence of life are a good thing, it is a bad thing if you do not grasp the size properly.

After all, it's too late.

However, it is impossible for Allen to give up this opportunity for a breakthrough easily. After all, this kind of epiphany is so rare.

If you give up like this, I don't know how long it will take to meet.

Moreover, the war is imminent, if he wants to let Allen give up such an opportunity to increase strength, he really can't do it.

Since you don't want to give up easily, you can only think about ways to solve the problem.

At the moment when Allen noticed something was wrong, when his mental will was slightly restored, he already knew the cause of his physical problem.

It's simple, undernourishment.

Although it sounds absurd, this is indeed the most correct reason.

When Allen was mentally deficient and physically exhausted, his mind was sharper, and he grasped the possibility of a further sword technique.

And taking advantage of this epiphany opportunity, Allen’s long-standing [Dawn Forging Technique], led by [Master Long Sword Technique], which has reached a considerable level in one of the skills, also produced a leap. Metamorphosis.

With this precious opportunity, Allen's mind and body were mixed together and began to transform and evolve.

However, just like the law of equivalent exchange in alchemy, nothing needs a price.

Allen is indeed lucky, grasping this flash of light, and evolving the advancement of the sword technique into the evolution of the body.

But what it means behind this is huge energy consumption.

If it's just the improvement of the sword technique, it's okay. Although Alan's spirit is weak, he still bears this kind of fatigue.

But when Allen's [Dawn Bodybuilding Art] took this opportunity to improve and drove Alan's entire body to transform, his body was a little bit unbearable.

The magic circle buzzed, shielding the internal and external visions, but also greatly hindered the convection of magic particles.

Although there is a [Magic Energy Convergence] array in the courtyard, the concentration of mana particles in the courtyard is relatively high, and the activity is relatively high~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but this is the case, and it can't stand Allen's consumption.

The terrifying spiritual will was swept away, trying his best to capture the magic particles in the courtyard, but even if it was, the magic particles that were gathered are as thin as fog, without the original denseness.

The thin particles of magic energy that looked like a tulle rushed into Allen's body madly, but they seemed like a drop in the bucket, without changing the overall situation.

In the previous period, relying on the supply of the high-level [healing potion] that he drank, Allen could barely maintain a balance of payments with the power of the internal potion and the supply of external magic particles.

But when the potion ran out, Allen gradually fell into danger.

This is no wonder Alan, who can only say that the fortunes are bad, after all, no one thought that he would undergo such a transformation at this time.

However, at this point, Allen must also make a choice.

Whether it is interrupting this rapid transformation process, supplementing nutrition to make up for the shortfall, or carrying it on and fighting hard, there is always a decision.

Because his time is running out.

Most of Allen's mind is now on understanding the body and transforming and breaking through, and a small part of his mind is on how to solve problems.

However, he is not a silver rank after all, and he can't do a true dual purpose.

Moreover, his spirit is in short supply. This kind of two-line high-intensity operation is extremely exhausting. If Allen can't make a quick decision, he probably won't even have the chance to stud at the end.

After all, it is not easy for him to barely maintain his original state of enlightenment after his spirit is divided.

At that time, don't talk about any choices, just wait to make up for the shortfall.

In the small courtyard, the magic particles surged wildly, the tornado turned violently, and Allen sat in the center of the storm with a deep mind.