The young man felt that his brain had gone blank, and he almost stopped thinking.
He used all his strength to lift his broken arm, held a piece of white paper with difficulty between his fingers, and tried his best to move it in front of himself.
On the white paper, there is a drawing of a little man dancing with a sword!
He remembers it clearly!
This is the move of Canglan Martial God!
Although he has never fought against Canglan Martial God, countless descendants of Canglan Martial God know the Canglan Sword Technique!
The movements of this little man are the ‘turbulent waves’ of the third and seventh move of the Canglan Sword Technique!
But around the villain, there are a lot of lines and words, as well as long and long paragraphs of formulas.
For example, the possible consequences of increasing or reducing the amplitude of this move, the different powers that appear based on the amount of ascension power injected into it, and the cracking and analysis of this move...
The young man moved his eyes and looked at the white papers scattered around him.
He found that not only this piece of paper, but almost every piece of paper was analyzing and dissecting the 'Canglan Sword Art'!
turn out to be!
What Lin Yang calls seclusion is not about cultivating one's own realm.
He is dissecting the unique skills of Canglan Martial God!
"The seven great martial gods are all gifted with extraordinary talents and have been famous for hundreds of years. In terms of skill and cultivation, if you give me another five or ten years, I won't be able to catch up with them!"
"But if I completely understand their tricks, even if I can't kill them, at least I will be in an invincible position!"
Lin Yang walked over, picked up a few pieces of paper on the ground, and said calmly.
"So what if you master the moves of the God of War? What they rely on is not the moves, but the cultivation. A child's sword cannot penetrate a wooden board, but an adult's full sword can even penetrate a steel plate! How can they be compared?"
The young man gritted his teeth and said.
"So, I need to study that all things in the world are interdependent. I believe that the so-called God of War is by no means invincible."
Lin Yang calmly arranged the manuscript papers.
"This is just the self-comfort of the weak. If the Martial God is so easy to be seen through, how can he be respected as the Martial God? They are gods, and they cannot be defeated by some weird tricks of mice like you! You, are
In a whimsical way!"
The young man snorted disdainfully.
Lin Yang did not reply, but continued to bend down to pick up. Soon, he picked up all the manuscript papers scattered on the ground, and then said calmly: "Do you want to live?"
The young man was startled, and then sneered: "Since I defeated you, it was because I was not good at martial arts, because I was incompetent, and I failed to live up to your expectations. Now, what do I want to do to survive? I want to kill or behead you.
It’s up to you!”
"If you want to live, I can give you a way to live!"
Lin Yang said directly.
"What? You want to let me go?"
The young man frowned.
"As long as you tell me the skills and moves of An Tian Martial God, I will spare your life!"
Lin Yang leaned a little closer and whispered.
The words fell to the ground, and the young man immediately laughed.
"Hahahahaha, Lin, who do you think I am? A seller looking for glory? I tell you, don't even think about it! If you can, kill me now. I can't tell you anything about the owner.
Ha ha ha ha..."
High-pitched laughter spread.
But Lin Yang seemed particularly calm.
After a long time, he spoke up, interrupting the young man's laughter.
"So, you're scared?"
"Afraid?"
The corners of the young man's mouth raised and he looked at him with contempt: "You don't use provocations any more. Do you think I will fall for it? It's ridiculous!"
"But you just said that they are gods and cannot be defeated by some of my weird skills! In that case, why don't you dare to say it? Are you afraid?"
Lin Yang shook his head and said expressionlessly: "I tell you! The master in your mouth, the God of War who is respected by countless people in the underground dragon vein, is nothing in my eyes! You only need to give them their skills and routines
I said it again, I will defeat them just like slaughtering pigs and dogs, do you believe it?"
When these words fell to the ground, the young man became furious.
"Arrogant! Extremely arrogant!"
"A bastard who appears out of nowhere dares to talk nonsense!"
He wanted to get up and fight again, but the injury on his chest was so serious that no matter how hard he tried, it was of no avail.
"I just hate that I can't kill you. Just wait. Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!"
The young man roared, his eyes becoming blood red.
When Lin Yang heard the sound, his eyes became colder and colder, but he had an idea in his mind.
"You, hate me so much?"
"You have insulted my master!"
"But do you know that it was you who attacked me first!"
"You insulted Miss, you deserve to be killed!"
"But your young lady wanted to kill me, but after losing to me, she asked you to come and cause trouble for me!"
Lin Yang said coldly: "I wanted to spare you, but you didn't cooperate with me. I wanted to kill you, but you guys are so aggressive. If I kill you like this, I'm afraid it will give you an advantage! In that case, don't blame me!"
After saying that, Lin Yang put away his drawing brush and shouted: "Bihong!"
"ah?"
Yu Bihong, who was still standing at the door like a wooden figure, trembled all over and suddenly came back to her senses.
