Chapter 1995 You Come and I Go

Han Sen pondered in his heart, what technique should be used to stump Lone Bamboo.

Han Sen is also proficient in various techniques, but compared to Lone Bamboo, except for a few, they are not considered profound.

After all, Lonely Bamboo can spend his whole life comprehending a technique in his dream, but Han Sen is only a human being, and his life has only passed a few decades, and it is not a short distance from a hundred years. There is no way at all. Compared with Lone Bamboo.

If it is really a one-by-one comparison, Han Sen will eventually run out of skills, so he must end the battle quickly, and it can't last too long.

"But how can it be difficult to live in Lone Bamboo?" Han Sen had a lot of thoughts, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and he had an idea.

Han Sen moved the Ghost Tooth Knife, but he didn't slash at Lone Bamboo. Instead, he slashed at the rocky ground. He cut out a rectangular stone with a side length of ten meters, and put the stone on the ground.

Everyone was a little curious, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Han Sen punched the side of the stone, then smiled at Lone Bamboo and said, "Can you do it?"

Everyone felt a little strange, because Han Sen's punch hit the stone, and the stone was not even damaged at all. They didn't know what he meant.

Guzhu turned his palm into a knife and slashed at the stone, cutting the stone in half.

Then everyone saw that Han Sen blasted one side, but there was no damage on this side. At the other end close to ten meters away, there was a fist mark in the stone. The stone in the fist mark had been blasted into powder. After the stone was cut open, it flowed out. You can clearly see that the hole looks like a fist, which is about the same size as Han Sen's fist.

"It's such a powerful femininity! It's terrifying to be able to penetrate ten meters into a stone without breaking away. Such femininity, armor and the like are useless to him at all. No matter how strong the defense is, it's not enough for him. Naked." Someone exclaimed.

Gu Zhu didn't speak, and punched the half-cut boulder with his fist. It was also calm, and the stone was not damaged at all.

Han Sen split the stone in half with a single knife, and he saw a fist mark on the side closest to him, even in the same position.

"Good!" Han Sen couldn't help but praise, he has specially trained Yin-Yang strength, and he has worked hard in this area, but Lone Bamboo is not inferior to him.

The disciples of Zhentian Palace also applauded. They all applauded Gu Zhu's punch. After all, it was Han Sen's problem. Naturally, Han Sen is good at it. It is indeed very rare for Gu Zhu to be perfect.

Gu Zhu said indifferently: "When I was the seventh hundred and thirty-first life, I was a naturally weak woman, but I was born in a boxing family. I suffered all kinds of white eyes and bullying since I was a child, and finally created a femininity. Boxing does not rely on strength to win, but only focuses on hurting people's inner palace, killing all those who bully me, and finally becoming a famous big devil in the world. Completely festered and died."

Gu Zhu said it calmly, as if it was just an insignificant matter, but what he heard made others' scalps go numb.

"It's your turn." Han Sen said calmly because he had no intention of mourning Lone Bamboo's dream.

Gu Zhu stretched out his hand and picked up the other half of the stone. It seemed to be inserted into the ground like a stone tablet, and the part left outside was about seven or eight meters.

Han Sen looked at Lone Bamboo, wondering what he was going to do. If it was a matter of engraving words to compare artistic conception, Han Sen could use the tooth-knives knife intent, and he would definitely not lose to Lone Bamboo.

But Lone Bamboo should be very clear about this, so Han Sen also knows that Lone Bamboo can't be as simple as lettering.

Looking at the stone standing there, Gu Zhu didn't pull out the sword at his waist, but backed away slowly until ten meters away, and then said lightly: "I want the sword to break through the nine heavens, you can ?"

The Tiantian Palace disciples watching the battle all looked confused, they didn't know what Guzhu meant, he just talked and didn't make a move at all.

Yun Suyi was also puzzled, and was about to ask Yun Changkong what was going on, but suddenly heard a loud bang, and saw that the surface of the stone burst open, and cracks appeared, which turned out to be "I want the sword" The seven characters "Break the Nine Heavens" are like a knife and an axe, with an aura of bullfighting, as if the four characters are about to break through the wall and go straight to the Jiuxiao.

"Sound blade technique is not uncommon, let alone ten meters away, even breaking rocks a hundred meters away is as easy as turning one's hand, but Guzhu can pronounce sounds into words, and can write with such momentum, it is me who specializes in phonology, It's also difficult to do, it's not just a matter of control, there is no one else who can condense such an artistic conception with his voice." A duke from the Heaven Suppressing Palace exclaimed.

"That is to say, senior brother Guzhu has experienced all kinds of hardships, so it is possible to have so many techniques and artistic conceptions at the same time. Others can be satisfied if they can practice one in a lifetime. Han Sen specializes in sword techniques, and he is also soft. At his age, he is already considered a master." It’s rare, it’s impossible to also learn such a side technique of phonology, right?”

"I'm afraid it's impossible for Han Sen to fight with Master Lone Zhu this time?"

"There is absolutely no second Senior Brother Guzhu in the world. Although Han Sen is considered powerful, he might not be able to reap the benefits of competing with Senior Brother Guzhu."

Many Tiantian Palace disciples were amazed, Han Sen smiled and asked: "Which lifetime did you practice this unique skill?"

Gu Zhu's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "The 3785th, born with a sound obsession, killed people with sound, and was trapped in the Valley of Echoes, and was shocked to death by his own sound killing power."

Han Sen shook his head and didn't say anything else. He walked to the other side of the stone, like a lone bamboo, stopped ten meters away from the stone, and took a deep breath.

"Can Han Sen do it?" Yun Suyi worriedly grabbed Yun Sushang's arm and asked, although she knew that it was impossible for her to be with Han Sen, but she still didn't need to see Han Sen fail.

Yun Sushang smiled wryly and said: "How do I know if he can do it? But there are very few creatures who cultivate the power of the sound system, and even fewer can practice it to the level of Brother Guzhu. It is a very unpopular technique. We haven't seen it either. Han Sen has used similar techniques before, I'm afraid this time it will not be optimistic."

Yun Suyi immediately became more worried about Han Sen, and wanted to say something more, but before she could speak, Han Sen spoke.

"Sit alone in the clouds and be lonely and cold." Han Sen spit out a few words slowly, without much thought, but with a hint of comfort and understanding.

Lone bamboo has experienced thousands of years of tempering. Although he has become a peerless talent, no one can understand the sadness and loneliness in his heart. To be that high god, the sufferings that need to be experienced are not something ordinary people can understand.

After Han Sen finished speaking the seven words, he saw that the gravel on the stone fell like powder, revealing seven engraved words, each of which had a profound artistic conception. Why do people feel a little sad when they see it. 8)