"Your Highness! What's wrong with you?" The young man's expression was full of anxiety, and he was even more deeply puzzled by the situation at this time. It was completely unimaginable that he was just copying a single word, not even a single stroke.
If you can write it down, something like this will happen.
After a long time, Shui Qianyue gradually came back to her senses and murmured: "Knife, I saw an extremely terrifying knife."
"Sword?" Qing Lao said solemnly: "You mean, there is a hidden meaning of sword in this text?"
Shui Qianyue nodded, but then shook her head and said, "Yes or no, it seems to be the intention of a sword, but it is more like a real sword."
"A real knife?" Qing Lao suddenly became more confused.
The sword and the sword's intention are naturally two different concepts. The sword's intention is virtual. It uses words to control the meaning and uses calligraphy to hide the sword's intention. It is not that he has never seen this method before, such as the door of the sword gate in Guiyuan Sect.
Lord, that powerful Nirvana warrior can do this. Or the sword master of the Sword Sect can also hide some of his sword intention in calligraphy and painting...
But to say that there is a real sword hidden in the calligraphy, he has never seen it, or even heard it.
"What kind of mystery is hidden in those words?" Qing Lao frowned deeply, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on the first word on the animal skin paper.
That word is not too complicated, it looks like the word "天", but below the word "天", there is another horizontal line, and there are three more uncoordinated vertical lines in the middle, and the writing is vigorous and powerful, and the brushstrokes are
Full, giving people a feeling of weight and fullness.
Such a word may not be much better than those of the real calligraphers in the dynasty. But to say that such a word can hurt people, or even see a real sword from that stroke,
But Qing Lao would never believe it.
However, just when he tried to copy this word in his mind, he suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and then the scene in front of him suddenly changed. However, what he saw was not a knife, but a world!
It was an extremely dark world, with no starlight or moonlight. The earth was barren of grass and was a piece of scorched earth. Purple thunder danced and hissed wildly in the thick, pitch-black sky from time to time.
Suddenly, a blood-colored divine sword struck down from the nine heavens, directly splitting the entire world into two halves. A huge crack appeared in the sky, and golden divine light flashed through the crack. Magma rolled on the earth.
Swallowing everything and turning it into scorched earth...
Qing Lao was suddenly shaken all over. He took three steps back and fell on the bluestone in the square. The spiritual energy in his chest was rolling violently uncontrollably, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth uncontrollably.
He should have suffered severe internal injuries, and the energy and blood were rolling in his body like angry waves, but at this moment, he seemed to be unaware of his injuries. He only had a look of horror on his face, and the pupils in his eyes were even more intense in an instant.
Zoom in and zoom out again!
Qin Feng vaguely noticed something. He stood up immediately, raised his middle index finger, and touched Qing Lao several times in a flash, and then forcibly pulled Qing Lao out of that extremely mysterious world.
Come back.
"What...what the hell is going on?" Shui Qianyue had a nervous look on her face. She originally thought she had written a faint sentence, but she was shocked by an extremely terrifying knife. This was already a knife.
It was an extremely weird thing. But I didn’t expect that a young man with a true martial arts level could be so seriously injured just by copying the word silently in his mind and trying to figure out the meaning of the word.
Qing Lao coughed violently and coughed up some blood, but he still didn't pay attention to his injuries. He just said in a trembling voice with a very frightened voice: "The world...a broken world in pieces...the end of the world...
..."
"The world? Are you sure it's not a knife?" Shui Qianyue asked in confusion after confirming that Qing Lao's injury was not too serious.
Qinglao said: "That whole word is a world."
After listening to the conversation between the two, Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and said: "One stroke becomes a sword, and one word becomes a world. It seems that the level of cultivation of this ghostly martial arts saint is higher than I originally thought."
However, although he was praising the extraordinary level of the Ghost Worker Martial Saint, he was not afraid to turn his head and look at the words on the animal skin paper again, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.
Soon, he also saw the knife and the dark and broken world. When the bloody knife cut through the sky, he seemed to be unable to resist the terrifying momentum of the knife, and took a step back slightly.
, and retreated from the wonderful world of words.
However, unlike Shui Qianyue and Qing Lao, he was not injured by this, and there was no look of panic on his face. Instead, he felt extremely excited and itchy.
Itchy hands, yes. For Qin Feng, who was once at the peak of martial arts and had even stepped into the divine realm with half of his feet, although his life after rebirth was pretty good, there was always a feeling in his heart.
A deep sense of loneliness, or frustration.
It was a kind of loneliness that was rarely encountered by an opponent. Looking at the people he met at this time, or the people he could come into contact with, Nirvana warriors like Yi Tianxing were already at their peak.
However, even the most peak Nirvana warrior, in his eyes, is just a junior who has never touched the way of heaven. In terms of profound knowledge and understanding of practice, he is far from being able to compare with him. Therefore, in terms of practice knowledge, he
There is a kind of loneliness where it is difficult to find an opponent.
However, what makes him feel extremely frustrated is that even though he understands the way of heaven, he has turned around and been reborn after all. The strength of the spiritual sea, the gap in cultivation, and even the gap in status all determine who he is now.
It is impossible to fight against the real strong men on the mainland. Even if one day in the future, he meets those high-ranking martial saint strong men, those strong men will not bother to pay attention to him who only has the Xuanling realm.
Therefore, his hands were itchy, very itchy.
But the words at the moment can satisfy his needs to a small extent. Because he already knows that on that small piece of animal skin paper, in those short eighty-one words, there is a warrior from ancient times hidden.
The unique spiritual thought left by the peak saint.
And what he wants to do now is to have a confrontation with that strong man at the peak of the Martial Saint, who has no spiritual power, no strength, and only at the level of consciousness.
"Bring me a pen!" Thinking of this, Qin Feng could no longer suppress the thoughts in his heart, so that his voice was trembling.
"Pen?" Shui Qianyue was slightly startled when she heard the words. She was shocked by the bloody knife in the words just because she wrote a single word. The young and old people with Zhenwu realm cultivation were even disturbed by the deep meaning of the words because of just one word.
His mind was seriously injured. Under such circumstances, would Qin Feng still insist on copying that word?
"Why did he have to take the risk to do this? Is he trying to show off on purpose?" Shui Qianyue's confused eyes fell on Qin Feng.
However, she did not see a trace of deliberate show off or deliberate display of extraordinary emotions in the young man's eyes. In fact, the young man did not need to do that at all, because he was already very extraordinary, so why did he need to use a writing tool?
Ways to express your extraordinaryness?
She couldn't see any fear or hesitation in the young man's eyes, as if these strange and dangerous words were not dangerous to the young man.
And what she saw was just a desire. The young man looked at that word like an alcoholic who hadn't drank for three years, and looked at a jar of famous wine from Tingzijiao, like a very hungry man.
A wolf stares closely at its prey, or a person who is trapped in a poor place and has not been with a woman for many years stares at a stunning beauty, with a terrifying light in his eyes.
"Here you go." Frightened by Qin Feng's extremely urgent and terrifying gaze, Shui Qianyue handed over the pen in his hand and a brand new, traceless piece of Xuelang paper.
Qin Feng sat on the floor. Although he seemed to be very eager, he smoothed the piece of paper very seriously. When there was no wrinkle on the paper, he picked up the pen and dipped it in ink. Sixty-eight strange characters were written along with many
Strange images kept flashing in his sea of consciousness.
Qin Feng tightly held the pen in his hand, hovering over the paper, and did not move for a long time.
snap...
Because it hovered for too long, a drop of ink dripped gently from the tip of the pen onto the snow-white Xuelang paper, revealing a small ink dot.
At the same time as the drop of ink dripped, Qin Feng once again felt the terrifying scene of the fierce sword falling from the sky and then penetrating the heaven and earth. At the same time, Qin Feng's mouth corners suddenly raised and he sneered:
"What, you can't bully me without a weapon?"
Without any hesitation or hesitation, as soon as he said these words, the pen in his hand clicked like lightning. No, it was not a point, but an extremely sharp stab in the swordsmanship! And he
The target of the stabbing was the small ink dot on the Xuelang paper.
The pen is moved like a sword, and the extremely tenacious stroke of the pen tip draws an extremely powerful horizontal stroke on the white paper. That horizontal stroke is like a divine sword blocking the horizontal sword.
However, the long knife that tore the sky from the dark sky was not afraid at all. It actually penetrated the horizontal sword and went straight down like an unstoppable lightning!
Qin Feng did not panic at all, he wrote calmly, and added another horizontal stroke. It was still a sword. But the snow knife was extremely domineering, and it was extremely tyrannical and made another breakthrough with the sword, still going straight down!
Qin Feng raised his sword eyebrows, as if he had some anger in his heart. He waved his big sleeves, and ink dots fell like drizzle. And in the world in the extremely mysterious words, an extremely violent storm suddenly broke out.
Heavy rain.
In the darkness, the bloody knife slashed straight down along with the heavy rain, but at this moment, the western sky suddenly lit up with a bright light.
That was the light of an extremely sharp sword. The light of the sword pierced through the heavy rain curtains, and the light of the sword shattered the heavy rain curtains. Finally, they collided fiercely in mid-air like natural enemies.
Buzz...
The sky and the earth trembled violently, the dark clouds and thunder suddenly disappeared, and the heavy rain curtain around them was stirred up into smaller raindrops, which disappeared without a trace in the residual wind. Only the sword seemed to occupy the entire world.
However, the swords touched each other, and after a long stalemate, no one could win even half a point. Finally, they retreated amidst a roar. The bloody sword pierced the ground, changed its original trajectory, and slashed towards the east, turning into a diagonal shape.
It tilted. The sword light turned back to the west and turned into a long stroke.
Qin Feng pursed his lips and smiled, then moved the pen again to fill in another horizontal line on the paper. However, compared with the previous two horizontal lines, the writing position of this horizontal line was further downward, and the writing was extremely slow.
Heavy. It's as if that light pen carries the weight of the entire earth.
At this point, most of the ancient text that looks very much like the word "天" but has an extra horizontal line at the bottom and three vertical lines in the middle has been written.
However, the picture Qin Feng saw at this time was different from the picture Qing Lao saw. The bloody long knife fell silently to the earth, but the earth in the dark world did not crack, and there was no magma rolling out.
.
The withered grass on the ground moved without the wind, but on the sky that was torn apart by the bloody sword, there was divine light constantly piercing out from the cracks. The divine light became stronger and stronger, and the cracks in the sky also became larger and larger.
, like the door to heaven, slowly opening.
The extremely huge and majestic dragon head slowly poked its head out from the gate of the Kingdom of Heaven...