Han Sen secretly pondered in his heart, what technique should he use to defeat Lone Bamboo.
Han Sen is also proficient in various techniques, but compared to Lone Bamboo, except for a few, they are not sophisticated.
After all, Lone Bamboo can spend his whole life learning a technique in his dream, but Han Sen is only a human being, and his life has only been a few decades. A hundred years is not even a short distance away, so there is absolutely no way.
Compared with Lone Bamboo.
If they really compete one by one, Han Sen will eventually run out of skills, so the battle must end quickly and it cannot last too long.
"But how can we make it difficult to live in Lone Bamboo?" Han Sen kept thinking, and suddenly he had an idea.
Han Sen moved the Ghost Tooth Sword in his hand, but instead of slashing at Lone Bamboo, he slashed at the rocky ground, directly cutting out a rectangular stone with a side length of ten meters, and placed the stone on the ground.
Everyone was a little curious and didn't know what he wanted to do.
Han Sen punched the side of the stone, then smiled at Lone Bamboo and said, "Can you do it?"
Everyone felt a little strange, because Han Sen's punch hit the stone, and the stone was not even damaged at all. They didn't know what he meant.
Lone Bamboo turned his palm into a knife and struck the stone with one strike, splitting the stone in half from the middle.
Then everyone saw that Han Sen had blasted one side, but there was no damage to this side. On the other side, which was about ten meters away, there was a fist mark in the stone. The stone in the fist mark had been blasted into powder.
The stone flowed out after it was cut open, and you could clearly see that the hollow looked like a fist, which was about the same size as Han Sen's fist.
"What a powerful feminine force! It can penetrate ten meters into a stone without being scattered. It's terrible. With such feminine force, armor and other things are of no use to him. No matter how strong the defense is, it is useless to him.
Naked." Someone exclaimed.
Lone Bamboo didn't say anything, and punched the half-cut boulder. It was also calm and the stone was not damaged at all.
Han Sen split the stone in half from the middle with a knife, and sure enough, he saw a fist mark on the side closest to him, and the location was exactly the same.
"Good!" Han Sen couldn't help but praise. He had specially trained the power of yin and yang and had worked very hard in this area, but Lone Bamboo was not inferior to him.
The disciples of Zhentian Palace also cheered loudly, applauding Lone Bamboo's punch. After all, it was Han Sen's question, and it was naturally what Han Sen was good at. It was indeed very rare for Lone Bamboo to be able to do it perfectly.
Lone Bamboo said calmly: "In my 731st life, I was a naturally weak woman, but I was born into a family of boxing. I suffered all the glares and bullying since I was a child, and finally I created a feminine force.
Boxing does not rely on strength to win, it only specializes in hurting people's internal organs, killing all those who bully me, and eventually became a big demon known to everyone in the world. In the end, he was poisoned by a conspiracy, and his internal organs only lasted for three years.
Completely festered and died.”
Lone Bamboo said it calmly, as if it was just a trivial matter, but it made others feel numb when they heard it.
"It's your turn." Han Sen said calmly, unintentionally feeling sad about Lone Bamboo's dream.
Lone Bamboo reached out and lifted up the other half of the stone with one hand, inserting it into the ground like a stone tablet. The part left outside was about seven or eight meters long.
Han Sen looked at Lone Bamboo, not knowing what he was going to do. If it was to compare the artistic conception of carving, Han Sen could use the sword and knife, and he would definitely not lose to Lone Bamboo.
But Lone Bamboo should know this very well, so Han Sen also knows that Lone Bamboo cannot be as simple as carving words.
Lone Bamboo looked at the stone standing there, but did not pull out the sword from his waist. Instead, he slowly retreated until he was ten meters away, and then he said lightly: "I want to break through the nine heavens with my sword, you can
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The Zhentian Palace disciples who were watching the battle were all confused. They didn't know what Lone Zhu meant. He only talked and didn't take any action at all.
Yun Suyi was also confused, and was about to ask Yun Changkong what was going on, but suddenly heard an explosion, and saw that the surface of the stone exploded, and cracks appeared. It turned out to be "I Want a Sword"
The seven words "Break the Nine Heavens", each stroke is like a knife cutting an ax, with the momentum of a bullfight, as if the four words are about to break out of the wall and go straight to the top of Jiuxiao.
"The sound blade technique is not uncommon. It is easy to break rocks even at a distance of a hundred meters, let alone ten meters. But to be able to pronounce the sounds into words like Lone Bamboo and be able to write with such momentum is because I specialize in music.
It’s also difficult to do. It’s not just a matter of control. There’s no one else who can express such an artistic conception with his voice.” A Duke from Zhentian Palace exclaimed.
"That is to say, Senior Brother Lone Bamboo has gone through all kinds of hardships to be able to possess so many techniques and artistic conceptions. Others can be considered contented if they can practice just one in a lifetime. Han Sen specializes in sword skills and has developed femininity. Considering his age, he is already considered a master.
It’s so rare, it’s impossible to practice music as a side skill, right?”
"I'm afraid Han Sen won't be able to fight Uncle Guzhu this time, right?"
"There is no second Senior Brother Guzhu in the world. Although Han Sen is considered very powerful, I'm afraid he won't get any benefit from competing with Senior Brother Guzhu like this."
Many disciples of Zhentian Palace were amazed. Han Sen smiled and asked: "In which life did you develop this unique skill?"
Lone Bamboo's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "In the 37854th life, I was born a music-mad person and used my music to kill people. Finally, I was trapped in the Echo Valley and was shocked to death by my own music-killing power."
Han Sen shook his head and said nothing. He walked to the other side of the stone, and like a lonely bamboo, he stopped ten meters away from the stone and took a deep breath.
"Can Han Sen do it?" Yun Suyi grabbed Yun Suchang's arm with some worry and asked. Although she knew that there was no possibility between herself and Han Sen, she still didn't need to see Han Sen fail in her heart.
Yun Suchang smiled bitterly and said: "How do I know if he can do it? However, there are very few creatures who practice the power of music, and even fewer can practice it to the level of Senior Brother Guzhu. It is a very unpopular technique. We have not seen it either.
Han Sen has used similar techniques before, but I’m afraid this time it won’t be optimistic.”
Yun Suyi suddenly became more worried about Han Sen and wanted to say something else, but before she could speak, she heard Han Sen speak.
"Sitting alone in the clouds, lonely and cold." Han Sen slowly spat out a few words without much thought, but with a hint of comfort and understanding.
Lone Bamboo has gone through thousands of years of hard work, and although he has become a peerless talent, I am afraid no one can understand the sorrow and loneliness in his heart. The suffering required to be a high-ranking god is not something ordinary people can understand.
After Han Sen finished speaking the seven words, he saw the gravel falling from the stone like powder, revealing seven engraved words. Each word was full of profound artistic conception. Looking at it seemed to have an unspeakable emotion lingering in his heart. I don't know.
Why does it make people feel a little sad when they see it?