The swordsmanship that "ghosts" learn is called ghost swordsmanship.

No problem!

Liancheng's eyes were weird, and he always felt that something was wrong. Especially the small word "li" in front of the ghost swordsmanship, which made him feel like he was looking through the catalogue of the two moves. In order to reflect the power, many novels, film and television works always like to add words such as "li", "true", and "dragon" in front of the name of the move.

There are too many similar names in this "Five Three Ghost Swordsmanship Collection".

He summoned the sword again. This time, it can't be called a flowing short sword, looking at its ceiling lamp-like shape, it may be more appropriate to call it a lightsaber.

Staring at the name on the booklet, the corresponding moves magically appeared in his brain, making him feel like he was watching a VR movie. He gestured casually.

"Yo he, and draw a knife to chop!" Liancheng suddenly remembered the scene of the flower shop's copper coin splitting the police car.

It's more powerful than the power of this drawing sword.

He subconsciously tried to figure it out according to the influence of his mind, but fortunately, his reason stopped this impulsive move in time. The wall in the next bedroom had only been repaired by the master worker, and he didn't want to wreak havoc in his own home.

Lian Cheng continued to browse the contents of the booklet with interest, and there was no man who was not interested in cold weapons. Although it may not be used, it is still very good as a hobby and pastime.

Rub your fingers against the soft surface of the fabric texture, intending to turn it to the next page.

At this time, Liancheng found that the booklet was only a thin content of less than three or two pages. Originally, it was not necessary to turn the page with force, but this time, the force transmitted by the fingers was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The soft and hard feedback is very uncomfortable, and it is impossible to fully exert all your strength.

Liancheng didn't believe in evil, held his breath and concentrated, turned the aura and gathered it on his fingers, hey the sound of force, and did not move at all. The muscles tightened, and the spine drove the arms, and the arms pulled the arms to the sideways, and they froze for a while.

His face was flushed, bead-like sweat was pouring down his forehead, and his hair seemed to be smoking. With a millimeter progress, the angle between the two pages went from 5 degrees to 15 degrees until it was close to 90 degrees, and it instantly lost the power to compete with Liancheng's fingers.

Lian Cheng didn't have time to retract his strength, the whole person fell to the ground, the whole small building almost shook slightly, the window glass buzzed as if it was beating a drum, the pen holder on the table was shaken, and the pen spilled all over the ground.

This blow threw him hard, grinning and rubbing his bruised arm, and he picked up the booklet that he had thrown out, and was sure to see what was written inside.

There are no illustrations, only two lines of quaint text, and the words seem to have life and move slightly, which seems a little blurry.

"Extreme Ghost Sword Technique......" Liancheng struggled to make out the words behind him, "Storm style?"

Just as he read the last word.

The brain boomed, as if it was suddenly stuffed with something larger than the capacity of the brain, and it was like being slammed in the face by a powerful football when playing football, with Venus flashing in front of his eyes, and a chirping summer cicada in his ears, sharp and piercing.

Liancheng staggered to the floor, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples with his hands for a while before he recovered.

He scolded in a low voice: "This thing is really evil." ”

He tried to remember what had been stuffed in his head, but he couldn't remember anything. It's as if what happened before was all an illusion.

Wrong......

Liancheng was suddenly stunned, he clearly remembered two numbers that should not have been particularly impressive. "24 and 5. ”

He tried to recall it according to this clue, and gradually remembered the memory poured into the booklet: "Storm style can summon twenty-four swords. And these twenty-four swords are actually an allusion to five swords of different shapes. ”

The names of the five swords are Demon Sword Blood Light Soul Dementor, Giant Sword Heavenly Choice, Short Sword Sichen Slashing Evil, Bladeless Thunder, and Light Blade Revenge.

There was an intuition in the darkness that told Liancheng that these five swords might be real in the world. If you want to maximize the power of the storm, you must collect all these heirloom swords.

Liancheng scratched his head: "What's the use of me collecting this thing?"

Not to mention the plane, you can't pass the subway security check with these guys!

And this move is in his realm, it is estimated that he can't use it, and it is an ancient sword and a inheritance, it seems to be a big move that was only used when the jade was burned in the past, even if he didn't die, he would become half crippled when he used it.

Liancheng's rational choice ignored the extra memory in his brain. Until the critical moment, he will never use this trick. Liuxin, the ghost swordsmanship and the drawing sword are almost enough.

Besides, his idea is not to cultivate immortals and become Buddhas.

He's a layman who really wants to have fun in modern society. If the price of becoming an immortal is to stay in the deep mountains and old forests for a lifetime, even the city will not choose this path if he is killed.

The realm is not so high, and he has no thoughts to pursue unwarranted detachment. It's enough to live with self-esteem, fun, and head-starting.

And the greatest meaning given to him by copper coins is not to become stronger, but to no longer live like a dog.

He began to have the right to choose, which is the lowest level of human freedom. Liancheng is not greedy, and feels that he is very satisfied with his current life, but there are too many accidents.

Liancheng looked at the booklet again, and there was a line of small black characters under the Extreme Ghost Sword Storm Style that did not raise his eyes. This time, I didn't feel dizzy like the reading storm, and I didn't feel it at all, so I read it easily.

"The Seventh Ghost God: The Horror of the Evil God. ”

emmmmm......

What about six, five, four, three, two, one?

Literally, it is closely related to ghosts. After reading it, Liancheng immediately had an extra memory related to it in his mind, and there was only one way to use it, draw a few arrays, and then spitt blood and chant a spell.

The biggest problem is that I don't remember the expected effect of this trick.

It's like touching a prize, and you will never know the result of the lottery if you don't catch the lottery ball.

Lian Cheng didn't care too much, the move of the name Crazy Cooljack hadn't given him a strong headache before he drew his sword, and eighty percent of it was a small trick like the five ghost handling techniques in the story, shaking his head, and he didn't pay attention to it anymore.

And also on a page, the storm-style font is not only large, but also has a motion blur effect of at least five cents. The word "Evil God's Horror" is pitifully small, and it is basically the same as a buy-one-get-one-free giveaway.

He wasn't even in the mood to try, and he had to vomit blood with this trick, according to the ratio of one drop of essence and ten drops of blood, how many rolls of paper did it take.

"There is a chance to try again. ”

Liancheng wanted to turn the pages of the booklet again, but as expected, he couldn't turn the last two pages anyway.

He simply cleaned up the messy house, and the phone rang at an inopportune time: "I heard that Princess Blizzard is bouncing tickets......"

The name of the caller ID is the guy that Liancheng doesn't want to answer now and has to answer.

Liu Laosan.