The Flying Feather Talisman Sword Technique is even more complicated than Makoto thought. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If the complexity of the basic swordsmanship is one, then the complexity of the Flying Feather Talisman Swordsmanship can reach at least thirty. If the basic swordsmanship is the entry level, then the Flying Feather Talisman Swordsmanship should be at least an advanced or master-level swordsmanship.

Because this set of swordsmanship consists of a total of thirty moves, each move will use the energy in one's body.

Since transforming into Captain Ghost, Makoto has naturally had the power of death in his body, but this power that Makoto has never been in contact with is obviously unwilling to accept Makoto's control, so Makoto can only feel their presence, and has never been able to influence them.

This state of affairs has continued before practicing the Flying Feather Talisman Sword Technique.

This set of swordsmanship, which was developed for the main purpose of protection, was like a practice exercise, and it began to stir up the power in Cheng's body.

'It seems that there is a trace of strength that is starting to be obedient?' After doing a set of basic swordsmanship, Makoto had such a feeling, which had not happened after practicing so many basic swordsmanship before.

Elena, who was about to demonstrate for the second time, stopped and wondered, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel that this set of swordsmanship is taming the power in my body. ”

Elena was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "Isn't this a matter of course? High-level swordsmanship will bring about an increase in strength, isn't this the case in your Taihua Kingdom?"

Cheng was almost mixing martial arts novels and modern stories to brag with Elena at the beginning, but when he heard Elena's question, he only felt a pain in the egg, where did he know how the Taihua people in this world cultivated, so he pretended to say: "Our cultivation exercises and killing exercises are separated, the practice exercises only practice the power itself, and the killing exercises only consume strength to kill." ”

Elena thought for a moment and wondered, "Isn't that the same as a mage?

"Both. ”

Elena whispered a few words, such as the Taihua Kingdom is really magical, the warriors sitting and practicing are really strange, and so on, and then she began to demonstrate the Flying Feather Talisman Sword Technique again in confusion and yearning.

Elena had demonstrated it more than twenty times, and Makoto barely remembered all the moves. Obviously, the characteristics of the body that can be learned are not carried over to the brain.

However, what Elena couldn't accept was that after Makoto memorized all the moves, the thirty sword moves he wielded in his hand actually had a posture that was more proficient than herself.

However, this is completely useless, this is a set of swordsmanship that requires the mobilization of internal strength, and simply wielding the sword move is almost constantly creating all kinds of flaws, which is hopelessly stupid.

After Makoto practiced it, he asked Elena a with a little helplessness, "Don't you really have a sword technique as stupid as the basic sword technique?"

"Nope. ”

Seeing that Cheng didn't know how to use her own strength at all, the blow she had just received immediately dissipated, and she said with a little joy: "It's good if you practice more, anyway, you have to learn to use battle qi." ”

Cheng Qi snorted and scolded in a low voice: "Zhan Qi, this name is really stupid, and Dou Qi is ten times better than it." ”

Unlike other people who have gained power from nothing, Makoto seems to have stored a considerable amount of death power in his body because he has been transformed by death power many times.

A large amount of power was accumulated in his body, which in turn made it difficult for him to mobilize his power.

'After practicing more than 20 times, I have only refined a few traces of power, and these strengths are less than 1/10,000 of the total, do I have to keep practicing this set of swordsmanship hundreds of thousands of times?"

Thinking of this, Cheng couldn't help but sigh and exclaimed, "Isn't there some other efficient transformation method?"

Elena tilted her head away, apparently ignoring him.

Ever since Makoto learned the Flying Feather Talisman Sword Technique, he has never stopped practicing, and his body that doesn't know tiredness and hunger has obviously become one of the best aids in his cultivation.

And just like that, as time continued to pass and the island grew to nearly a thousand square meters in a short period of time at an astonishing rate, Elena finally saw a swollen corpse on the beach.

It's a real dead corpse, washed ashore and doesn't seem to even have the qualifications to be the most basic zombie.

But Elena looked at the dead corpse and was a little confused in her mind.

She remembered a lot of information about the Sea of the Revenant, and she remembered some of the mess of other seas, but at this point she couldn't think of the reason why she had been longing to leave.

She vaguely remembered that when she first woke up, she had felt the urge to leave, but by this time, she had realized that she had forgotten the reason for the impulse.

It wasn't a simple reason to want to be resurrected, but a different motive, a desire to leave even if it was to rob the ghost ship.

But apparently, that longing is gone.

She dragged the corpse, which was apparently unable to transform into an undead, to the shore, and leaned back on the giant stone statue of Easter Island, which had circled the island, holding her helmet in both hands, and asked herself softly, "What did I do in the first place, why did I want to leave here so much?"

The memory seemed to be different from the time when she first woke up, and at this time, Elena actually felt that part of the memory was slowly disappearing before she knew it.

I thought about it for a long time, but Elena didn't get anything.

She looked around, touched her helmet, hesitated for a moment, looked around again, and then pressed the clasp around her neck as if she had mustered up enough courage.

Click.

With a soft sound, Elena pulled back her visor and took off her entire helmet.

The face that Makoto described as chewed betel nut residue was exposed, and the moisture on it had completely disappeared by this time, but the horror had not diminished in the slightest.

She gently touched her shriveled and cracked skin, and for a moment the flames in her eyes shook violently, as if they were about to explode.

The only remaining memories of myself before my life seemed to be obscured by the fog at this time, and I couldn't make it clear.

'I'm dead!'

'Is the past really in the past?'

'What did I forget?'

'Why did I want to get out of here in the first place?'

'What should I do?'

'What should I do?'

......

After a moment, she closed her eyes, hugged her head and whispered, "I can't remember anything anymore, I can't remember everything about myself." ”

She was silent like this for a long, long time.

When the sadness in her heart had dissipated, she put her helmet back on and sighed, "Is this the undead?"

Raising his hand, there were more than a dozen long gray dry hairs hanging from the metal gloves, which were inadvertently ripped off just now.

She watched it quietly for a moment, and threw it into the air as if she had let go of some kind of concern, watching the wind blow into the distance at some point.

Elena looked at the churning fog in the distance and said, "The storm is coming." ”

After saying that, she didn't even look at the floating corpse she pulled up, and turned to leave.