Chapter 19: The Transformation of Swordsmanship

"Not right"

"Although the statue in front of him is six or seven points similar to Zhou Chen, he feels that if it weren't for him, he would definitely not be Zhou Chen."

Although the current statue is carved with a very beautiful woman, his inner thoughts tell him that it is actually a man. Like Zhou Chen, the other party is also a man who looks more beautiful than a woman!!

The sleeping male lion, the moment he looked at this statue, Lin Xuan suddenly sensed a majestic temperament, as if a feeling of not daring to look directly at the other party emerged from the stone statue.

However. After looking carefully, at the second glance, Lin Xuan was surprised to find that he didn't see the majesty.

Rather, amorous!!

The eyes of the person in front of him seemed to have an irresistible magic, and with a glance at him, Lin Xuan felt a sense of attraction in his heart. If he hadn't known that this was a man, Lin Xuan might have bowed down in front of this statue reverently. After all, he is too seductive. I have to admit that if there really is such a woman in the world, then wherever she goes, it will be the focus.

It's a pity he's just a man

Third Look.

Ruthless and arrogant.

The slight tease of ridicule at the corners of this statue's mouth perfectly interprets this character.

It's hard to compare, just a statue has so many weird qualities, so what would his real person look like?

Complex and changeable, extremely contradictory.

Although this statue is not a real person, it is enough to leave people with infinite reverie.

He seemed to change every second, cold, amorous, sad......

Shake one’s head.

Look at him,

tiring

More tiring.

beside

A table case.

On the table was a parchment scroll, which was so tattered that you could faintly feel the vicissitudes of decaying old age.

In addition to this.

On this table was also a small emerald green sword, which was about three feet long. Ambilight, a burst of plant fragrance paved the surface.

It seems that this is not a sword, but a sword-shaped plant. Smelling the fragrance, Lin Xuan's exhalation was slightly rapid. As the fragrance was inhaled into the body, the aura of plants and trees, which had stopped growing and was not even felt, actually operated frantically in the body.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, groaned slightly, walked to the table, and carefully observed it.

The parchment scrolls have the smell of a quaint book, and the scrolls are withered and yellow, like dead leaves that have fallen from a tree and have completely lost their vitality.

Rise.

A lifelike statue is carved into the stone at the top.

Antlers, bull's head, donkey's mouth, shrimp eyes, elephant ears, fish scales, human whiskers, snake belly, phoenix feet.

"This is??" Lin Xuan muttered, "Dragons!

In the previous life, China claimed to be the descendant of the dragon, but no one had ever seen a dragon, except

Now, what was originally illusory has become reality.

This scene made Lin Xuan breathless.

The statue dragon was long, with teeth and claws wrapped around the stone wall above its head.

It is vivid, and even the dragon tail on its body is extremely real. Even, when Lin Xuan looked closely, he could still find those fragments hidden in his body, which seemed to reveal the fact that this stone dragon had been seriously injured, and it was dragon scales.

Looking at this, Lin Xuan suddenly had a very absurd idea in his heart.

It seems, this is a real dragon, a dragon of flesh and blood!!

Lin Xuan hesitated for a moment, but did not act rashly.

He walked over to the table, his eyes scanning the parchment scroll.

On the ancient scroll, a vigorous and powerful big character is presented.

Sword!

Lin Xuan knew this word, but after looking closely, he didn't seem to be able to read it.

This word seems simple but obscure, as if there is some magical mystery in it.

Looking at this ancient scroll, Lin Xuan's mind buzzed, and he saw a world in a trance, which was the world of swords.

There are swords on the earth, in the sky, and even in this space.

Equally.

This is still a noisy world, the sound of countless swords colliding with each other is endless, Lin Xuan can vaguely see countless supernatural sword moves from the movements of these swords.

Sword?

Submit.

Without blinking his eyes, the sword moves that appeared on the original sword came to mind one by one.

Time passed slowly, and when Lin Xuan completely imprinted those sword moves in his heart, a look of joy flashed on his face.

But at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he lost his voice: "It's not right!"

At that moment, the sword moves that had been recorded in my mind suddenly disappeared, as if they had never existed.

Rise

Look at the writing on the parchment scroll again.

Those previous sword moves appeared again, and Lin Xuan was extremely familiar with these sword moves, and they all had them in his mind just now. But now, in the blink of an eye, all of them have disappeared, and it seems that there is a loss of memory.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, his face showed a solemn expression, and he continued to silently carry those sword moves.

An hour later, Lin Xuan finished remembering, but immediately, the scene just now appeared again, and those sword moves disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After repeating this several times, Lin Xuan's face turned pale, and he was unwilling to give up like this.

So, a new round of memories began.

Forget it, forget it, forget it, and the time passes like this.

At first, it took Lin Xuan an hour to memorize those sword moves, but as time passed, the time spent on Lin Xuan's memory became shorter and shorter.

An hour

Half an hour

A quarter of an hour

......

A breath

Lin Xuan's eyes slowly became bloodshot, and bursts of swelling and pain swept through his body.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Xuan only felt a feeling of dizziness in front of him, and immediately closed his eyes.

Although his eyes were closed, he still saw countless sword moves dancing in his mind in a trance, practicing them over and over again.

When those sword moves stopped dancing, Lin Xuan only felt a stinging pain in his eyes, and two lines of blood were left from the corners of his eyes.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and Lin Xuan slowly opened his swollen eyes. But the moment he opened his eyes, the parchment scroll on the table floated straight into the air.

immediately

Countless brilliant sword lights burst out from it.

These sword lights were layered all over the stone cave, and each sword light seemed to be a sword move.

From simple to difficult, from shallow to deep.

Whether it is upright, evil, domineering or fierce, all kinds of exquisite swordsmanship are displayed.

Looking at the sword moves in front of him, Lin Xuan's brain was running rapidly.

He showed persistent madness on his face, endured the pain caused by the overload of his brain, quickly understood and analyzed those sword moves, and frantically absorbed and constantly improved his sword moves.

For him, this is a great creation, an earth-shattering creation, and every minute and every second is precious.

The extremely profound sword technique was wonderful in his heart, although Lin Xuan couldn't immediately comprehend the changes in it, but the baptism of countless sword moves made him particularly familiar with the mysterious and magical feeling in it.

The vast mysteries come to my heart,

The vast sword path allowed him to fully touch it.

This opportunity will be a turning point in his life.

After learning Yan Shisan's swordsmanship, Lin Xuan's sword moves were already on the basis of quantitative changes. After this baptism, he completely completed the accumulation of quantity, and the qualitative change of kendo is right in front of him, and the transformation of kendo is right in front of him