Chapter 884： 3000 sword intention

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Zhou Wen asked while looking at the people in white.

之前 He didn't have much interest in the swordsmanship of the man in white before. He just wanted to remember the swordsman and let the man in white tell him how to leave, so he didn't even ask what the swordmanship was.

Now Zhou Wen has to pay attention to this set of swordsmanship that doesn't look very eye-catching, because he can no longer tell the man in white as confidently as he started, he remembers the swordsmanship.

"There is no name, what do you think it is, what it is called." Said the man in white.

Zhou Wen frowned at the man in white and didn't speak for a long time. Although it had been thought for a long time that the man in white could not tell him how to leave so easily, the strangeness of this sword technique exceeded his imagination.

"Would you like me to show it to you again?" People in white looked at Zhou Wen with a smile and asked.

"No need." Zhou Wen shook his head, holding a sword in his hand, and constantly recalled the thirteen-style swordsmanship of the people in white.

The swordsmanship of the Baiyi people seems to have endless changes. Zhou Wen recalls each time differently. For several days in a row, Zhou Wen keeps reminiscing and using his sword to draw, but there is no result.

Zhou Wen now has bloodshot eyes in his eyes, like a demon.

In the clean moonlight, people in white are sitting under the peach tree, while watching Zhou Wen practicing the sword, while playing with the wine glass in their hands, whispering to themselves: "There is nothing in the world, but mediocre people disturb themselves, why bother?"

He said, the people in white drink the moon and drink the wine in the cup.

The stream under the moonlight reflected the figure of the man in white, but the reflected figure was not a beautiful man, but a ragged skeleton.

After two more days, Zhou Wen was as enchanted as sitting under the peach tree, his eyes became blood red, and his condition was very bad.

Wuyaer still obediently followed Zhou Wen, not talking or disturbing Zhou Wen.

Night fell on the valley again, and the man in white appeared under the peach tree again. He looked at the enchanted Zhou Wen, his eyes flashed with strange light, and then looked at the bud sitting next to Zhou Wen: "Little girl, you want to learn swordsmanship ?"

Xi Yaer stared blankly at the man in white without any reaction, as if he couldn't understand him.

"Is he your father? It seems that your father's memory is not very good. I can't remember even such a simple swordsmanship for so many days. I think you are smart and smart. It is your word and it should be fast. You can learn that you can leave with your father at that time. "The man in white said to Buer.

He Buer still looked at him blankly, still no reaction.

"Even if you are still so young, I am afraid that you do n’t know what a sword is. If you do n’t learn, then I will deliver you personally, just like your father, and stay in this carefree place forever." Talk to himself.

He said, the man in white stood up, holding the bamboo flute in his hand, and walked towards Buer step by step.

他 As he was about to go to Buer, the bamboo flute in his hand stabbed into Buer's heart like a sword.

when!

With a flash of guillotine, the bamboo flute in the hands of the people in white was cut into two pieces in an instant. When Zhou Wen held the bamboo knife in hand, the man stood up and stared coldly at the people in white.

"How is that possible?" People in white looked at Zhou Wen with a stunned look, as if they had seen a ghost.

"I have remembered your sword skills." Zhou Wen said with a bamboo knife in his hand, staring at the person in white.

"Impossible, you can't remember." People in white do not believe what Zhou Wen said.

"Why isn't it possible?" The bloodshot in Zhou Wen's eyes was slowly receding, and the bamboo knife in his hand also pointed at the white man.

因为 "Because ..." the man in white was speechless.

"Because it's not the thirteen swordsmanship at all, but the three thousand swordsmen gather. Every time I recall, I will feel a different swordsmanship. Even if my memory is good, it is impossible to put three thousand swordsmen. Sword meaning is all written down, right? "Zhou Wen said.

"Yes, that wasn't a swordsmanship that humans can learn. You didn't fall into the endless reincarnation of swordsmanship. It was a skill. But unfortunately, if you can't learn my swordsmanship, you can't leave here naturally. After all, I still have to die here, it's just the difference between early death and later death. "The man in white said.

"Who said I didn't learn?" Zhou Wen said lightly.

"It's no use saying anything, you can't learn it," said the man in white.

"Then you are optimistic." Zhou Wen replaced the sword with a sword, and a sword stabbed at the man in white.

The people in white clothes were slightly surprised, their bodies quickly retreated, but Zhou Wen's swordsmanship was continuously used. The swordsmanship demonstrated by the people in white clothes was used again for a while, exactly the same as that used by people in white clothes. difference.

"Is that just the case? Then I regret to tell you that you did not learn my swordsmanship." The man in white said with a sneer.

Zhou Wen did not speak, and continued to use swordsmanship, one sword after another, the sword moves rolling out like the Yangtze River, sometimes fierce and sometimes brisk. After every 13 styles, the style of swordsmanship will change once.

"No ... impossible ..." The portrait in white thought something, but it was totally unbelievable, and the expression on his face rubbed panic, doubt, disbelief and other emotions.

But Zhou Wen's swordsmanship is still going on. He used all the swordsmanship he had recalled, and used them in order.

"How could this happen ... impossible ... three thousand swordsmen ... how could you all write it down ..." The look on the white man's face had become distorted ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Nothing at all The previous elegant and chic.

"I have no other merit. The only merit is being focused enough to be able to remember something that others can't remember. The 3,000 sword intentions are really difficult to remember, but I still remember." Zhou Wen continued Make a sword move.

周 As Zhou Wen's sword moves changed, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted and changed, and the original beautiful valley gradually turned into ruins with dead branches and coke everywhere.

The chic and elegant white man gradually became a ragged skeleton.

周 After Zhou Wen demonstrated all the swordsmanships, the skeleton suddenly fell down, leaning on the trunk like a black peach tree as if it had been cut off by thunder.

"It's impossible ... it's impossible for anyone to remember ... it's impossible ..." The skeleton was still muttering to himself, like a demon, in the end the fire of the soul in its eyes gradually extinguished, and it never became half angry .

Qi Zhouwen looked around and found that the valley was completely different from what he had seen before. There was scorched earth everywhere. Where is the source of peach blossoms, it was simply a dead land.

In the creek, a little bit of the water had long since disappeared, and everywhere was covered with white bones, like a river of white bones in hell.

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