Chapter 884 3000 Sword Intent

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Zhou Wen looked at the man in white and asked.

He had no interest in the swordsmanship of the man in white before, he just wanted to remember the swordsmanship and let the man in white tell him how to leave, so he didn't even ask what the name of the swordsmanship was.

Now Zhou Wen has to pay attention to this seemingly inconspicuous swordsmanship, because he can no longer tell the man in white as confidently as at the beginning that he remembers the swordsmanship.

"It doesn't have a name, just call it what you think it is," said the man in white.

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

"Do you want me to demonstrate it to you again?" The man in white looked at Zhou Wen with a smile and asked.

"No need." Zhou Wen shook his head, gesturing with a sword in his hand, while constantly recalling the thirteen-style swordsmanship of the man in white.

The swordsmanship of the man in white seems to have endless changes. Zhou Wen's memories are different every time. For several consecutive days, Zhou Wen has been constantly recalling and gesturing with the sword, but to no avail.

Zhou Wen now has bloodshot eyes in his eyes, as if possessed by a demon.

Under the clean moonlight, the man in white sat under the peach blossom tree, watching Zhou Wen practice his sword, playing with the wine glass in his hand, and muttering to himself, "There is nothing in the world, and it's easy for people to worry about it, why bother."

Saying that, the man in white drank against the moon and drank the wine in the cup.

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

After another two days, Zhou Wen was already in a state of enchantment. Sitting under the peach blossom tree, he was stunned, his eyes had turned blood red, and the whole person was in a very bad state.

Ya'er still followed Zhou Wen obediently, neither talking nor disturbing Zhou Wen.

The night fell on the valley again, and the man in white appeared under the peach blossom tree again. He looked at Zhou Wen, who was enchanted, with a strange brilliance in his eyes, and then looked at Ya'er sitting next to Zhou Wen: "Little girl, you want to learn swordsmanship. ?"

Ya'er looked at the man in white expressionlessly, but didn't react at all, as if she couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Is he your father? It seems that your father's memory is not very good. He can't even remember such a simple swordsmanship after so many days of learning. I see that you are very smart. If it is you, it should be very fast. You will be able to learn, and then you can take your father and leave together." The man in white said to Ya'er.

Ya'er still looked at him blankly, still not responding at all.

"Even if you are still so young, I'm afraid you still don't know what a sword is. If you don't learn it, I'll deliver you to liberation myself. Just like your father, stay in this carefree place forever." The man in white said to himself. Speaking to himself.

Saying that, the man in white stood up, holding the bamboo flute in his hand, and walked towards Ya'er step by step.

When he was about to walk to Ya'er's side, the bamboo flute in his hand stabbed at Ya'er's heart like a sword blade.

when!

With a flash of sword light, the bamboo flute in the hands of the man in white was instantly cut into two pieces. Zhou Wen held the bamboo knife, but the man stood up and stared coldly at the man in white.

"How is that possible?" The man in white looked at Zhou Wen dumbfounded.

Like seeing a ghost.

"I have already memorized your swordsmanship." Zhou Wen held a bamboo sword and stared at the man in white.

"Impossible, you can't remember it." The man in white didn't believe what Zhou Wen said at all.

"Why is it impossible?" The bloodshot in Zhou Wen's eyes was slowly receding, and the bamboo knife in his hand also pointed at the man in white.

"Because..." The man in white was speechless.

"Because that is not the thirteen-style swordsmanship at all, but the gathering of three thousand sword intents. Every time I recall it, I will feel a different kind of sword intent. All the sword intents are written down, right?" Zhou Wen said.

"Yes, that is not a swordsmanship that humans can learn. You are not caught in the endless cycle of swordsmanship. You have some skills. But it is a pity that you failed to learn my swordsmanship, so naturally you can't leave here. , after all, I still have to die here, it's just the difference between dying sooner and later." The man in white said.

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

"It's useless for you to say anything, you can't learn it." The man in white said.

"Then you are optimistic." Zhou Wen replaced the sword with a knife, and stabbed the man in white with a sword, which was the first style of swordsmanship demonstrated by the man in white before.

The man in white was a little surprised, and his figure quickly retreated, but Zhou Wen's swordsmanship was used continuously, and he used the swordsmanship demonstrated by the man in white in a moment, which was exactly the same as that used by the man in white. Difference.

"Is it just that? Then I regret to tell you that you haven't learned my swordsmanship." The man in white said with a sneer.

Zhou Wen did not speak, and continued to use swordsmanship, sword after sword, sword moves rolled out like the Yangtze River, sometimes fierce, sometimes brisk, after every thirteen moves, the style of swordsmanship would change.

"No...impossible..." The man in white seemed to have thought of something, but he couldn't believe it at all. The expression on his face blended emotions such as panic, doubt, disbelief, and so on.

However, Zhou Wen's swordsmanship continued. He used all the swordsmanships he had recalled one by one, and he used them in exactly the same order.

"How could there be such a thing... It's impossible... Three thousand sword intents... How could you remember them all..." The expression on the face of the man in white has become grim and distorted, and the previous elegance and dashing are completely gone. .

"I don't have any other advantages. The only advantage is that I am focused enough to remember some things that others can't remember. It is really difficult to remember three thousand sword intents, but I still remember them." Zhou Wen kept on Make a sword move.

As Zhou Wen's sword moves changed, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted and changed, and the originally beautiful valley gradually turned into ruins full of dead branches and charred wood.

The handsome and elegant man in white gradually turned into a ragged skeleton.

After Zhou Wen demonstrated all the swordsmanship, the skeleton fell down, leaning on the trunk of a peach tree as if it had been struck by lightning.

"Impossible... No one can remember...Impossible..." The skeleton was still muttering to himself, as if possessed by a demon, and finally the fire of the soul in its eyes gradually extinguished, and it was no longer angry. .

Zhou Wen looked around and found that the valley was completely different from what he had seen before. There was a scorched earth everywhere. Where there was a peach blossom garden, it was simply a dead zone.

In that small stream, the stream has long since disappeared, and there are bones everywhere, like a river of bones in hell.

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