Chapter 1030

"Han Yu, when are you going to leave?" Qin Yue came over, looking unhappy.

When she first came in, Han Yu and her GAGs were playing. She didn't think there was much difference between inside and outside Tiangong. However, Han Yu was totally immersed in these eight characters and ignored her.

In addition to being sealed seven times a day, Qin music has to resist the everywhere murderous spirit and resentment all the time. Qin music has deeply hated this place and doesn't want to stay any longer.

"A few more days." Han Yu took a look at Qin music. He also knew that if he had not been able to understand the meaning of swordsmanship in these eight characters, he could not have stayed here all the time, but Han Yu was still a little reluctant.

There is no doubt that the power of the sword technique left by the powerful man in ancient times is beyond doubt. If Han Yu learned it, it would be a big card.

"How many more days? How many days is it? " Qin music with her mouth cocked up, she almost wrote "I don't want to wait, I don't want to".

"If you feel bored, you can find the way first." Han Yu turned his eyes and thought of a good way. Anyway, Qin music is idle here, so we should use her power reasonably.

"Ah? You want me to find the way alone? Are you not afraid that I am in danger of meeting obsessive beings? " Qin Yue looks at Han Yu in surprise. He is a little disappointed.

Han Yu took off the broken sword and handed it to her: "if you have a broken sword to defend yourself, you don't have to be afraid."

Qin Yue took the broken sword and threw it on the ground. She ran to one side and sat sulking. Han Yu shook his head, picked up the broken sword, carried it on his back, and continued to observe the handwriting.

"Damn Han Yu, I'll shoot your ass!" Qin Yue thinks more and more angry. She picks up the sky thunder bow and points it at Han Yu's buttocks. Unfortunately, she can't open the sky thunder bow. She goes crazy and throws the sky thunder bow aside and screams.

Han Yu, however, was completely quiet in his own world and was not moved by the surrounding environment.

A few days later, Han Yu could say that he had nothing to gain. Killing Xiandao people have already given up, countless times of bewitching Han Yu, let Han Yu also give up.

Qin Yue sat in the distance and rolled her eyes to Han Yu, almost rolling out of her eyes.

"Do you really want to give up?" Han Yu also began to worry, he can not stay here forever.

"Am I choosing the wrong way?" Han Yu thought for a moment and went to Qin le to borrow Tianlei bow.

Qin Le reluctantly lends Tianlei bow to Han Yu. Han Yu pulls the bow and shoots arrows, arousing white light again, without any sword spirit. After watching carefully, there was not much to gain. The light and sword spirit appeared on the eight ancient traditional Chinese prose are only a form of expression of the Dao meaning of sword technique, not the essence. Han Yu's previous choice is correct.

Han Yu held his head and began to ponder. Suddenly, there was a flash of light in my mind, which seemed to catch something.

Han Yu flew to the sky and looked down at the eight ancient Chinese characters. These eight ancient Chinese characters are very large, but judging from the handwriting, they were written in one go.

It is impossible to write these eight characters standing on the ground. They should be somewhere in the air.

Han Yu thinks that maybe we can get unexpected results by simulating the scene when we depict these eight characters.

Han Yu constantly changes positions in the air, holding broken sword, copying eight characters in the void, looking for the most likely position when he wrote these eight characters.

"The boy is hopeless!" The slaying immortal Taoist shook his head and closed his eyes in the Shanzhong cave of Han Yu.

In the distance, Qin music has long ignored Han Yu, sitting cross legged and self-discipline.

Han Yu, however, is still very busy.

After thousands of attempts, Han Yu found the most likely position. Standing on this position, he can copy and express the eight ancient traditional Chinese characters most comfortably and freely.

Holding the broken sword, Han Yu copied the eight characters one after another with different frequencies, different speeds and different techniques. He imagined the mood of the person who wrote the eight characters. He hoped to reproduce the scene of that year in a simulated state, so as to stimulate the meaning of sword technique.

The idea is rich, but the reality is bone deep. Through thousands of attempts, Han Yu tried his best to conceive of all kinds of writing actions, but he did not get any results.

So far, Han Yu can only give up.

Han Yu sighed, carrying the broken sword on his back, ready to call on Qin Yue to leave. Suddenly, another thought flashed through Han Yu.

When the man engraved these eight characters, he probably didn't use a sword, but a finger sword. If a strong man of that level moves his finger at will, his power is infinite.

Han Yu stood back to his previous position and pointed to the sword. He tried the action with the sword again.

Han Yule is not tired of this swing finger, copy handwriting. When the first attempt to the 300th movement, Han Yu suddenly entered a very wonderful state.

There were shouts of killing around, and countless energy training was raging. A great figure passed before Han Yu. Han Yu could not see their faces clearly, but he could feel that each of these people had participated in the creation and stood up to heaven and earth.Han Yu couldn't help his blood boiling. He gave birth to a kind of domineering spirit in the world. When he looked at the ground again, there were no eight ancient Chinese characters on the ground. Han Yu was involuntarily, and pointed to the sword, to his heart's content.

Heaven is dead, the earth should be established!

All in one go. It's a flash of lightning.

Suddenly, Han Yu's body suddenly trembled and returned to reality.

"What was that just now?" Han Yu's eyes widened with surprise and joy. I didn't expect to really reproduce the scene of that year.

The four words "Jietian Zhijian" appeared quietly in Han Yu's mind. There was no sign at all. It seems that Ben is in Han Yu's mind.

Han Yu tried to suppress the agitation in his heart in order not to let the Taoist priest slay immortals find anything wrong. Just after the scene reappeared just now, he realized the meaning of Jiantian Zhijian which the man had left here.

Although it was only skin deep, it was enough for Han Yu to use his whole life.

Because it's really terrible to cut off the sky and point to the sword. At the moment when the sword comes out, it's really fearless for heaven and earth, and the world will tremble for it. After the word was written, it actually caused the sky punishment and thunder robbery. It can be seen how terrible the sky finger sword is.

When Han Yu looked at the eight ancient Chinese characters on the ground, he saw not only eight characters, but also an extremely terrible sword technique. At this moment, Han Yu could see the sword techniques implied in the eight ancient traditional scripts at a glance.

It's a wonderful feeling. It took Han Yu nearly half a month to understand the meaning of the sword technique. Now he can understand it just because of the sudden reappearance of the scene of ancient times.

That's how it works. No matter how much time is spent before the opportunity arrives, it will be in vain; once the opportunity arrives, a little bit will be revealed.

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