Chapter 839

At the end of Jian Ge's comment on Jian, Jian Zun shows up and listens to Tian Que's arrival in the air, stirring up the strong in all directions.

The black sword clothes are simple and noble. The swordsmen of Tianfu reappear, the swordsmen of Xingmei reappear, and the powerful swordsmen of the peerless show their edge.

When the old friend came and sat down at the table, Ning Chen was surprised at first. Then he got up with a salute and said respectfully, "master jianzun"

Mu Changge nodded and walked to the table step by step. Looking at the three leaders of the sword Pavilion, he said calmly, "it's not too late for the three leaders to participate in the sword evaluation now"

"the result has not been announced, it's not too late." Mei Wuhen looked at the visitor and spoke Avenue.

"That's good"

Mu Changge waves his hand, comments on the sword platform, listens to tianque coming out of its sheath, hears the wind in a flash, echoes in the sword Pavilion, and the sword goes up to tianque, reappears the strangeness.

The magic sword is strange. Everyone looks sideways. On the main seat, the eyes of the three masters of the sword Pavilion also flash with different colors. It's good to listen to tianque.

"The sword of Tianpin"

"this should be the classic of sword"

after observing for a long time, Ning Chen's expression coagulated down and said.

It's no wonder that the sword Pavilion will let outsiders in to watch such a disorderly ancient book of swordsmanship. It's no surprise that if you don't practice this kind of skill properly, you will go into the devil directly.

"Can this sword Canon really be cultivated?"

Lin Yuzhen has seen a remnant picture, condenses the sound way.

"The sword Pavilion is not so good as to deceive people with fake sword scriptures. People here are all on the top of the swords of the major star domains. You can see the clue at a glance. The sword scriptures should be these murals, but it's really hard for ordinary people to see how to cultivate them," says Ning Chen.

"Brother Ning, what can you see?" Lin Yuzhen said.

"Not yet"

Ning Chen said that he had only half a day to write down the murals on the stone wall one by one in his mind. He didn't have time to think about it carefully, so he wrote them down first.

One side, Lin Yuzhen looked at the former, eyes constantly shifting, eyes flashed, so fast, can remember what?

For nearly two hours, Ning Chen did not say a word, but wrote down the murals on the stone wall, one by one, no matter incomplete or complete, without missing half of them.

Lin Yuzhen followed him, and her eyes were more and more shocked. She knew that this young master Ning was absolutely not arrogant and arrogant. If he dared to move forward so quickly, it showed that he had recorded all the murals.

This is not ordinary writing and classics. The moves on these murals are so complicated that people have a headache. Even those talents who never forget them can hardly remember a few of them.

Two hours later, Ning Chen finally stopped, rubbed some painful temple, slightly closed his eyes, tired way, "Your Highness, help to see how many more?"

Lin Yuzhen glanced behind and said, "there are more than 3000 pieces left"

Ning Chen nodded. There are not many left. The sword scriptures of the sword pavilion are really complicated and make people headache.

"Brother Ning, if you are too tired, take a rest," Lin Yuzhen said softly.

"There's no time"

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "it's going to be sunset soon. I'm ok. Your highness helps to guard the surroundings. The three cabinet leaders told us to be careful, which should mean something"

"well"

Lin Yuzhen nodded.

After a short pause, Ning Chen didn't dare to delay any longer and continued to remember the sword moves on the stone wall with his heart.

As time went by, the pressure of sword became heavier and heavier, which made it hard for people to breathe. In front of him, Ning Chen kept a high concentration of his mind while remembering the mural. I don't know when, his red clothes were almost all wet, as if he had experienced a fierce war.

On one side, Lin Yuzhen's face was sad. She knew that it would be very difficult to write down these complicated and incomplete sword moves.

At the same time, in the illusory space above the sword Pavilion, Mei Wuchen stands still, closing her eyes and realizing the sword.

At this moment, the void stirred, and a cold and matchless shadow came out. Looking at the people in front of you, she said indifferently, "elder sister, why do you want those people to enter the sword cave? Don't you really worry about the leakage of the sword moves?"

"What's to worry about?"

Mei Wuhen opened his eyes and said indifferently, "the second sister doesn't know how difficult it is to practice sword Scripture. We haven't fully understood it for hundreds of years. Those people can only see sword moves and mental skills without sword Scripture. If we practice by force, we will be possessed and doomed."

speaking of this, Mei Wuhen didn't continue to talk about it. She moved her eyes and looked ahead, "Where's the third sister? Half a day's time should have come, it's time to take them out "

" three younger sisters have gone "

water has no moon should be a sentence, the figure gradually faded away, disappeared from the illusory space.

Outside the sword cave, the setting sun sets in the West. With a breath of ease, just as I was about to enter the sword cave, my face suddenly changed.

But at this moment, in the sword cave, thousands of swords crisscross, and a powerful sword shakes away, one after another, shaking the whole sword Pavilion.

In the deepest part of the sword cave, in front of the last three frescoes, the figure in red flies out with a thump, bumps into the stone wall in the rear, vomits out a mouthful of blood, and dyes the earth under him red.www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!