"....Interesting moves... It's a pity that there is no suitable internal strength to make it coherent, and it is simply a second inflow. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The warm orange light, the sound of the pages rustling and turning, Bai Ning crouched in front of the bookcase, flipped the pages with one hand and looked at the annotations of the moves on it, and with the other hand recorded the things that were useful to him.

He didn't do these things on a whim, and the existence of the system has always been oppressed in his heart. The brush paused for a while and put it on the inkstone, Bai Ning rubbed his eyebrows, "....The system has only exposed the purpose of building the Tower of Babel so far, is it as simple as that..... judging from the two battles, the first time is very weak, but it is also a little more powerful than the usual masters, and the second time I don't think I can win him if I don't go all out, but why do I feel that the potential of the system should be more than this...."

Fingers unconsciously tapped on the tabletop, a subtle habit he had always kept, and it was hard to break. Next to the paper was the mask, and Bai Ning muttered and stared at it for a while.

“... If you say that you have a life for the first time, just like the first time I put on a mask, I will be very unaccustomed to it, and after wearing it for a long time, I will naturally think that it is something on my face, such as glasses. ”

The last knock of his finger stopped, and he basically realized that the second time the system fought against him, it should not be the strongest, maybe he was still in the stage of adapting to the body, and when the Tower of Babel was built, what would it be like?

What's more, the tower must be related to the light of that night, and another new question has arisen, what is that pillar of light for, after he broke away from Bianliang, he went to Shi Bao all the way to think about the system and the problem of that pillar of light, so as to think about whether the system would have a backhand or something.

"What do you want to do.....

"....It shouldn't be time yet......"

Bai Ning shook his head, and looked at the book "Ghost Prison Knife Method" again, originally just to relieve boredom, but at the moment he couldn't put it down, in writing, he would occasionally use the brush as a weapon to follow the moves annotated in the book, and even repeat the movements of a wrist several times, not even stopping a few times in the middle to feel the strength of the wrist operation.

Wrong, stop, repeat, look at the next action, and then continue, as if there is a scholar's attitude to dissect a second-rate martial arts, so after practicing the seven moves in the book, it is already two hours later.

Seven steps to the analysis of the "Ghost Prison Knife Method":

One step said: Draw the sword, catch the enemy unprepared, slow, distracted, and control the enemy with one sword.

The second step is to cut off limbs, the parts that hurt the enemy the most, such as limbs.

.....

"Each style is closer to killing the enemy than those who pay attention to cumbersome martial arts, the person who wrote this secret book, martial arts should be realized from the battlefield, they are all killing skills, simple and effective, but it's a pity...."Bai Ning closed the book and looked at the handwriting sprinkled on the paper.

"It's a pity... If it is combined with an extremely fast, domineering internal strength or force method... This should be possible with the above moves..."

He threw down the manuscript, and when he got up, the moment the candle flame flickered and the black shadow swayed on the wall, the figure who was about to leave stopped and stood there, the corners of his mouth slowly curled, and the smile became more and more obvious.

Stretching out his hand and grabbing the wall, the simple iron sword hanging on it sucked into Bai Ning's hand, the door opened, and he dragged a white robe to the courtyard in the center of the courtyard.

He has the speed and power of the Thunderbolt Evil Sword Technique, and he has the internal force of the Extreme Yin Wuxiang Divine Skill or Domineering, or Yin Mian, so he only needs to coherently integrate this Yin and Vicious Sword Technique, and use the force and internal strength to urge, can he realize the moves he dissected and wrote?

Bai Ning didn't have a master, and there was no one who didn't know how to ask someone, and he knew that the kind of shortcut that he really wanted to do without the help of the system on his own obviously couldn't be completed overnight.

But fortunately, this is not an original martial art, but a patchwork, and the difficulty should be lower.

Standing in the courtyard, Bai Ning had such a feeling, so he naturally didn't want to be distracted, just stood there quietly and closed his eyes, there was still the evening breeze blowing through his long hair.

When the weeping willows of the branches are swaying in the light of the lanterns under the eaves.

His hand was suddenly on the hilt of the sword, and he couldn't see his movements clearly, only a metallic murmur was heard in the air, and in an instant, the figure was already standing on the other side.

The willow branch snapped, fell and fell to the ground. And the iron sword in Bai Ning's hand stayed in his hand as if it had never been unsheathed, he just stood there frowning, as if he had experienced the feeling of some lag in the so-called 'drawing the sword' just now.

So he did it all over again, made some changes in force or posture, and after the iron sword was sheathed very quickly again, the feeling of incongruity was slightly better, and then he changed his appearance and continued to try the move, and after repeating it over and over again, he finalized the first form, that is, the wrist movement of the starting hand.

Compared to the previous figure on the tree, it is no longer recognizable. Bai Ning continued the second style, re-do, re-re-re-modify, re-modify, in the middle of the night, the iron sword was still in the air, the light of the lantern shone from the eaves, his figure moved extremely fast, rushed forward, drew the sword, the figure flickered away, a few sparks jumped out of a stone, and the moment he shot was a swift sound.

After this style was finished, Bai Ning sat down again to deduce the Ghost Prison Knife moves behind, and made modifications and changes one by one, and in the end it was already the dead of night.

Occasionally, you can hear the faint barking of dogs caused by children's cries at night. Bai Ning took his breath and put the iron sword back into the sheath, and did not leave in a hurry, staring at the dark waterhole and sitting quietly for a while.

“...... No matter how you change it, it can't be used coherently and smoothly, if you take it apart and use the above moves alone, it's easy to use, this martial art really doesn't have a solid basic skill, it's really not a good thing. ”

Bai Ning wants to reshape a martial art, but it can't be done in a day, two days or even half a month, in the next few days, anyway, Tang Long and they haven't come over yet, so they continue to specialize in martial arts, for those things in the previous life, there is no concept available here, so they can only find Shi Bao's left tap 'borrowed' some basic knowledge to fill himself.

On the one hand, he did not have time to learn basic martial arts at all for various reasons, and even borrowed the shortcut of the system to skip the stage of boiling the body directly. On the other hand, he is a modern person, and he only occasionally fantasizes about the high-ranking characters in martial arts, and he is still not very interested in what he really wants to do, if it is not for self-preservation, he really has no heart to learn.

..........

In the starry night, the Milky Way hung horizontally, after Bai Ning gradually became proficient in using the complete Ghost Prison Sword Technique, he was ready to re-summarize this martial art on this night, and when he went to the back, he found that some moves were completely unnecessary.

“...... A severed limb...... A broken bone can be fused together, repeated......"

In front of the desk, the candle flickered with Bai Ning's writing arm, and soon after, a slight footstep came from outside the house, and by the cold starlight outside, the woman's silhouette was reflected on the paper window.

The door knocked twice and pushed open.

But it was Shi Bao's wife, Feng Yi, who walked in, and she looked at the figure over there and stood there silent for a long time, until Bai Ning raised her gaze.

Poof.

The woman fell to her knees abruptly and kowtowed.

PS: Today's second watch.