Chapter 1030: Sword

Chapter 1030
"Han Yu, when do you have to wait until you leave?" Qin Le walked over, looking upset.
When I first came in, Han Yu and her intervened in science. She didn't think there was much difference between the inside and outside of Tiangong, but in the past few days, Han Yu was completely immersed in these eight characters and ignored her.
In addition to being sealed seven times a day, he has to resist the ubiquitous murderous aura and resentment all the time. Qin Yue has already deeply disliked this place and didn't want to stay any longer.
"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 could not stay here forever, but Han Yu was still a little unwilling.
There is no doubt about the power of the swordsmanship left by the powerful underworld in the ancient times. If Han Yu learns it, it will be a big hole.
"How many days do you have to wait? How many days are they?" Qin Le cocked his mouth, almost writing "I don't want to wait, I don't want to" on his face.
"If you feel bored, you can find the way first." Han Yu rolled his eyes and thought of a good way. Anyway, Qin Yue is also idle here, so she should use her power reasonably.
"Ah? You want me to find the way alone? Are you not afraid that I will encounter obsessive creatures in danger?" Qin Le looked at Han Yu in surprise, a little disappointed in his eyes.
Han Yu took off the broken sword and handed it to her: "You don't have to be afraid of having a broken sword to defend yourself."
Qin Yue took the broken sword and threw it heavily on the ground, angrily ran to the side and sat sulking. Han Yu shook his head, picked up the broken sword on his back, and continued to observe the handwriting.
"Damn Han Yu, I'll shoot your ass!" Qin Le got more and more angry, picked up the Sky Thunder Bow, aimed at Han Yu's and wanted to shoot, but it was a pity that she couldn't pull the Sky Thunder Bow. The bow was thrown aside and shouted.
And Han Yu, completely silent in his own world, was not moved by the surrounding environment at all.
It was another few days before the eye was dazzling, Han Yu can be said to have nothing. Daoist Slaughter had already given up long ago, and countless times bewitched Han Yu and made Han Yu give up too.
Sitting in the distance, Qin Le kept rolling her eyes at Han Yu, his eyes almost rolled out.
"Do you really want to give up?" Han Yu also began to worry, he couldn't stay here forever.
"Did I choose the wrong method?" Han Yu thought for a while and went to Qinle to borrow the Thunder Bow.
Qin Le reluctantly lent the Sky Thunder Bow to Han Yu, and Han Yu pulled the bow to shoot an arrow, again arousing a white light, unparalleled sword energy. After watching it carefully, there is not much gain. The light and sword aura that appeared on the eight ancient red texts were only a manifestation 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, there was a flash of light in my mind, and it seemed that I caught something.
Han Yu flew into the sky, looking down at the eight ancient red papers. These eight ancient red texts are very large, but judging from the handwriting, when they were written, they were done in one go.
It was impossible to write these eight characters standing on the ground at the beginning, it should be somewhere in the air.
Han Yu feels that maybe he can get unexpected gains by simulating the scene when these eight characters were portrayed.
Han Yu kept changing positions in the air, holding a broken sword, copying eight characters in the void, looking for the position where the person was most likely to be when the eight characters were written down.
"This kid is not saved!" The Taoist Slaughter shook his head and closed his eyes in Han Yutan's acupoint.
In the distance, Qin Le had already ignored Han Yu, sitting cross-legged, practicing on his own.
But Han Yu is still very busy.
After thousands of attempts, Han Yu found a most likely position. Standing on this position, he can copy and write in the most comfortable and free way in accordance with the eight ancient red scripts.
Han Yu held a broken sword and copied the eight characters again and again with different frequencies, different speeds, and different techniques. He imagined the mood of the person who wrote the eight characters at that time, and hoped to reproduce the previous year in a simulated state. The scene, to inspire swordsmanship and Taoism.
The idea is full, but the reality is very skinny. After thousands of attempts, Han Yu racked his brains to imagine all kinds of writing movements, but he didn't get the slightest gain.
Now, Han Yu can only give up.
Han Yu sighed secretly, put the broken sword on his back, and prepared to call Qin Le to leave. Suddenly Han Yu flashed another thought.
When that person engraved these eight characters, perhaps not with a sword, but with a finger sword. The powerhouse of that level, just move your fingers casually, that is also unlimited.
Han Yu stood back to his previous position and pointed to the sword. He tried the actions he had tried with the sword before.
Han Yule kept wiggling his fingers, copying the handwriting. When he tried more than 300 moves, Han Yu suddenly entered a very strange state.
There were shouts and killings all around, countless energies were raging, and stalwart figures passed by Han Yu's eyes. Han Yu couldn't see their looks, but he could feel that each of these people was involved in good fortune. Indomitable.
Han Yu couldn't help but his blood boiled over, and gave birth to a domineering domineering world, and when he looked at the ground, there were no eight ancient red texts on the ground. Han Yu was actually involuntarily, and pointed it as a sword, swung it freely, and dropped his finger to produce flowers.
The heaven is dead, and the underworld shall stand!
All in one go. When the eight characters appeared, the world changed color, lightning flashed and thundered, and the earth was shaking.
Suddenly, Han Yu trembled suddenly and returned to reality.
"What was that just now?" Han Yu's eyes widened, surprised and delighted. Unexpectedly, it really reproduced the scene of the year.
The four words "Jiantian Zhijian" appeared in Han Yu's mind silently, with no signs at all. It seemed to be in Han Yu's mind.
Han Yu forcibly suppressed the agitation in his heart in order to prevent the Taoist Slaughter from discovering something wrong. Just now the scene reappeared, and he realized the swordsmanship of the sword that the man stayed here back then.
Although it is only a fur, it is enough for Han Yu to spend his whole life.
Because the cut-off sword is really terrifying, the moment the sword is released, it is truly fearless, 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 red texts on the ground again. What he saw was not just eight characters, but an extremely terrifying swordsmanship. At this moment, Han Yu could see at a glance that these eight ancient red texts The swordsmanship and Taoism.
This feeling is very strange. It took Han Yu for nearly half a month before he could not comprehend the meaning of swordsmanship. Now, just because of the reappearance of the ancient times just now, he realized it instantly.
Enlightenment, that's it. No matter how much time is spent before the opportunity arrives, it will be useless; once the opportunity arrives, one point will be clear.