"What kind of sword technique is this?" Zhou Wen asked as he looked at the man in white.

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

Now Zhou Wen has to pay attention to this not-so-conspicuous sword technique, because he can no longer tell the man in white as confidently as he began to remember the sword technique.

"There is no name, what do you think it is, it is called." said the man in white.

Zhou Wen frowned and looked at the man in white, but didn't say anything for a long time. Although he had long thought that the man in white could not tell him how to leave so easily, the weirdness of this sword technique exceeded his imagination.

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

"No need." Zhou Wen shook his head, holding a sword in his hand, and constantly recalling the thirteen sword techniques of the man in white.

The sword technique of the man in white seems to have endless changes. Zhou Wen recalls differently every time. For several days, Zhou Wen kept recalling and constantly gestures with his sword, but there was no result.

Zhou Wen's eyes are covered with blood, as if he is possessed by a demon.

Under the clean moonlight, the man in white sat under the peach blossom tree. While watching Zhou Wen practice swords, he played with the wine glass in his hand and murmured to himself: "There is nothing in the world, and the mediocre people disturb him. Why bother to do it?"

As he said that, the man in white drank the moon and drank the wine in his glass in one go.

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

Two more days later, Zhou Wen was already as if he had become possessed by a devil. He sat under the peach blossom tree and was stunned. His eyes had turned blood red, and his whole body was in a very bad state.

Ya'er still followed Zhou Wen obediently, not talking or disturbing Zhou Wen.

The night fell to the valley again, and the man in white appeared under the peach blossom tree again. He looked at Zhou Wen, who was infatuated with strange light, and then looked at Yaer who was sitting next to Zhou Wen: "Little girl, do you want to learn swordsmanship?"

Ya'er looked at the man in white with expressionless expression, without any reaction, as if she couldn't understand his words.

"Is he your father? It seems that your father has a poor memory. He can't even remember such a simple swordsmanship for so many days. I see that you are smart and clever. If it is you, you should be able to learn it soon and you can take your father away." The man in white said to Yaer.

Ya'er still looked at him expressionlessly, but still had no reaction.

"Well, you are still so young, I'm afraid you don't know what a sword is. If you don't learn it, I'll personally send you free. Just like your father, stay in this carefree place forever." The man in white said to himself.

As he said that, the man in white stood up, holding the bamboo flute in his hand, and walked towards the bud step by step.

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

when!

The sword flashed, and the bamboo flute in the white man's hand was instantly cut into two pieces. Zhou Wen held the bamboo knife in his hand, but the man stood up and stared at the white man coldly.

"How is that possible?" The man in white looked at Zhou Wen in amazement, as if he had seen a ghost.

"I have remembered your sword technique." Zhou Wen said with a bamboo knife in his hand and stared at the man in white.

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

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

"Because..." The man in white couldn't speak.

"Because that is not the Thirteen-style sword technique at all, but the gathering of three thousand sword intents. Every time I recall it, I feel a different sword intent. No matter how good my memory is, it is impossible to remember all the three thousand sword intents, right?" Zhou Wen said.

"Yes, that's not a sword technique that humans can learn. You haven't fallen into the endless cycle of sword intent, and you have some skills. But unfortunately, if you haven't learned my sword technique, you will naturally not be able to leave here. You will die here after all, just the difference between dying early and late." said the man in white.

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

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

"Then you'll be fine." Zhou Wen used a sword instead of a sword and stabbed the man in white with one sword. It was the first starting move that the man in white had demonstrated before.

The man in white was slightly surprised and his figure quickly floated away, but Zhou Wen's swordsmanship was constantly used. In a moment, he used the swordsman demonstrated by the man in white, exactly the same as the swordsman used by the man in white, and was exactly the same.

"Is that just that? Then I regret to tell you that you have not learned my swordsmanship." The man in white said with a sneer.

Zhou Wen did not speak and continued to use sword techniques, one sword after another. The sword moves rolled out like the Yangtze River, sometimes fierce and sometimes light. After every thirteen moves, the style of sword techniques will change once.

"No... impossible..." The man in white seemed to have thought of something, but he was completely unbelievable. The expression on his face rubbed the emotions of fear, suspicion, incredible, and so on.

However, Zhou Wen's swordsmanship continued. He used all the swordsmanship he had recalled, and he used them in a certain order.

"How could such a thing be... impossible... Three Thousand Sword Intents... How could you write down all of them..." The expression on the white-clothed man's face had become hideous and distorted, and he was completely gone from the elegance and elegance he had before.

"I don't have any other advantages. The only advantage is that I am focused enough to remember something that others cannot remember. Three thousand sword intents are indeed difficult to remember, but I still remember it." Zhou Wen kept using sword moves.

As Zhou Wen's sword moves changed, the space around seemed to have been distorted and changed, and the original beautiful valley gradually turned into ruins filled with dead branches and burnt trees.

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

After Zhou Wen demonstrated all the sword techniques, the skeleton fell down dejectedly and leaned against the tree that seemed to be struck by lightning. It had long since disappeared, and the tree was even more charred peach tree trunks.

"Impossible...Impossible...Impossible..." The skeleton was still muttering to himself, as if he was possessed. Finally, the soul fire in its eyes gradually faded away, and there was no more anger.

Zhou Wen looked around and found that the valley was completely different from what he had seen before. There was a scorched earth everywhere, and there was no peach blossom land, it was a dead land.

There was already no trace of water in that stream, and there were thick white bones everywhere, like a river of bones in hell.
Chapter completed!