Chapter 1030 Cutting the Sky Finger Sword

"Han Yu, when are you going to leave?" Qin Le walked over with an unhappy expression on her face.

When she first came in, there was Han Yu making jokes with her. She didn't think there was much difference between the inside of Tiangong and the outside, but these few days Han Yu was completely immersed in these eight characters and ignored her.

In addition to having her soul sealed seven times a day, she also has to resist the ubiquitous murderous aura and resentment all the time. Qin Le already deeply loathes this place and doesn't want to stay for a moment.

"Wait a few more days." Han Yu glanced at Qin Le and said. He also knew that if he hadn't been able to comprehend the meaning of swordsmanship in these eight characters, he couldn't stay here forever, but Han Yu was still a little unwilling.

There is no doubt about the power of the swordsmanship and morality left by the strong men of the underworld in ancient times. If Han Yu learns it, it will be a big trump card.

"How many more days do you have to wait? How many days?" Qin Le pouted, and the words "I don't want to wait, I don't want to" were almost written on her face.

"If you feel bored, you can find a way first." Han Yu rolled his eyes and thought of a good way. Anyway, Qin Le is idle here, so she should use her strength reasonably.

"Ah? You want me to find the way alone? Are you not afraid that I will be in danger when I encounter obsessed creatures?" Qin Le looked at Han Yu in surprise, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

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

Qin Le took over the broken sword, then threw it heavily on the ground, ran to the side angrily and sat down sullenly. Han Yu shook his head, picked up the broken sword and carried it on his back, and continued to observe the handwriting.

"Damn Han Yu, I'll shoot your ass!" Qin Le became more and more angry as she thought about it, she picked up the Tianlei bow and aimed at Han Yu's ass to shoot. The bow was thrown aside and howled.

Han Yu, on the other hand, was completely silent in his own world, unmoved by the surrounding environment at all.

In the blink of an eye, it was a few more days, and it can be said that Han Yu got nothing. Taoist Killing Immortal has long since given up, bewitching Han Yu countless times to make Han Yu give up too.

Sitting in the distance, Qin Le kept rolling her eyes at Han Yu, her eyes almost rolled out.

"Are you really going to give up?" Han Yu also began to worry, he couldn't stay here forever.

"Could it be that the method I chose was wrong?" Han Yu thought for a while, and went to Qin Le to borrow the Sky Thunder Bow.

Qin Le reluctantly lent the Tianlei Bow to Han Yu, and Han Yu drew the bow and shot the arrow, which once again aroused a white light with unparalleled sword energy. After watching carefully, there is not much gain. The rays of light and sword energy appearing on the eight ancient scriptures are just a form of expression of the meaning of swordsmanship, not the essence. Han Yu's previous choice was correct.

Han Yu held his head and began to think hard. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in my mind, and I seemed to catch something.

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

It was impossible to stand on the ground and write these eight characters at the beginning, it should be somewhere in the air.

Han Yu felt that perhaps simulating the scene when these eight characters were portrayed back then might yield unexpected gains.

Han Yu kept changing positions in the air, holding a broken sword, and copied the eight characters in the void, looking for the most likely position where the person was when he wrote these eight characters.

"This kid is hopeless!" Taoist Killing Immortal shook his head, closed his eyes and rested his mind in Han Yu's Tanzhong acupoint.

In the distance, Qin Le has long ignored Han Yu, sitting cross-legged, practicing on his own.

But Han Yu is still very busy.

After thousands of attempts, Han Yu found the most likely location. Standing in this position, he can most comfortably and freely copy and write according to the handwriting of the eight ancient Chinese characters.

Holding a broken sword, Han Yu used different frequencies, different speeds, and different techniques to copy the eight big characters again and again, imagining the state of mind of the person who wrote these eight big characters at that time, hoping to reproduce the past in a simulated state. The scene, in order to inspire swordsmanship.

The idea is very full, but the reality is very skinny. After thousands of attempts, Han Yu racked his brains to imagine various writing movements, but he didn't get any results.

By now, Han Yu could only give up.

Han Yu sighed secretly, carried the broken sword on his back, and prepared to call Qin Le to leave. Suddenly Han Yu had another thought.

When that person carved these eight characters back then, maybe he didn't use a sword, but a finger sword. A strong man at that level can move his fingers casually, and that is also infinitely powerful.

Han Yu stood back to his previous position, pointed at the sword, and tried again the movements he had tried with the sword.

Han Yu waggled his fingers endlessly, copying the handwriting. When the first attempt reached the 300th move, Han Yu suddenly entered a very strange state.

There were shouts of killing around, countless energy horses were raging, and tall figures passed before Han Yu's eyes. Han Yu couldn't see their looks clearly, but he could feel that each of these people had contributed to the good fortune. Upright.

Han Yu couldn't help his blood boil, and gave birth to a domineering arrogance, and when he looked at the ground, there were no eight ancient complex scripts on the ground. Han Yu couldn't help it, and pointed at it as a sword, swiping it freely, and his fingers bloomed.

The Heavenly Court is dead, and the Underworld is now established!

It is done in one go, flowing like clouds and flowing water. The moment the eight characters appeared, the sky and the earth changed color, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Suddenly, Han Yu shuddered and returned to reality.

"That was just now?" Han Yu's eyes widened, both surprised and delighted. Unexpectedly, the scene of the year was actually reproduced.

The words "Jie Tian Zhi Jian" quietly appeared in Han Yu's mind, without any sign at all. It seems that Ben is in Han Yu's mind.

Han Yu forcibly suppressed the agitation in his heart in order to prevent Taoist Killer from finding out that something was wrong. Just as the scene just now reappeared, he realized the swordsmanship and morality of the Cutting Finger Sword that the man left here back then.

Although it is only superficial, it is enough for Han Yu to use for a lifetime.

Because Jietianzhijian is really terrifying, the moment the sword is drawn, there is really no fear of the world, and the world will tremble for it. After the word was completed, it actually caused the Heavenly Punishment Thunder Tribulation, which shows how terrifying this Heavenly Finger Sword is.

Han Yu looked at the eight ancient scripts on the ground again, and what he saw was not just eight characters, but an extremely terrifying swordsmanship. swordsmanship.

This feeling is very strange. It took Han Yu nearly half a month before he was unable to comprehend the meaning of swordsmanship, but now he understands it instantly just because of the reappearance of the scene of the ancient times just now.

Enlightenment, that's it. Before the opportunity arrives, no matter how much time is spent, it will be in vain; once the opportunity arrives, one point will be revealed.