42 Words and Swords and Songs
He looked up at the light-like blade.
Leave that force to empty and control the electricity.
Listening to the exclamation of the distant spirit behind him, he muttered to himself:
"Listen to Yao Ling, this is the first sentence..."
The moment Yao Ling jumped up, he smelled the fragrance of fresh soil. She only felt the tip of her nose wet.
Is it raining?
The sound of rain fell from the sky. The sound of knocking on the tiles, the sound of hiding into the pond, the sound of touching the leaves, kissing the petals, and the rolling clothes between heaven and the earth.
Coming!
The sword in his hand quickly felt a dense rain-like counterattack, but Fengchuan could not respond immediately--
I have never seen such a defense! Like rain, there are gaps everywhere, but there is no way to start!
Where did he hear such a trick...
It comes to mind.
Wu Lingchun said that there is a kind of swordsmanship in the world, called sparse rain. The sword spirit is rain, and once it is launched, it can form a flawless but impeccable defense.
This kind of swordsmanship only belongs to a sword, that is, a cluster of water swords.
Xia Gulin's cluster of water swords?
No, it's not right. It's Nan Gezi who moves here. He doesn't use a sword. Isn't it sparse rain?
I really don't know what the consequences will be if this sword goes down...
Fengchuan seemed to see Nan Gezi's eyes through the blindfolded cloth.
This made him feel the enemy at all.
Because he only saw two words, trust.
Think about it carefully, why did you choose the giant spirit...
Because this move can be the most powerful, it is the most direct and effective to deal with glass dolls like Nangezi.
Fan Jian, like his name, is a sword that goes straight to the point and never beats around the bush.
This is its characteristic and its advantage.
In this case... Why give up its advantages and consider the strange defense that may not be the rain at all?
Humph, I don't believe that your sword of sparse rain can resist my giant spirit!
The sword finally split without hesitation!
At the same time, the rain stopped.
Nan Gezi stood beside the sword inserted into the ground without a trace of embarrassment.
It soon launched a counterattack:
"See you in the sparse rain pond, and the breeze will know!"
At the same time as Nan Gezi jumped back, the wind reminded Fengchuan to quickly pull out his sword.
The dense and quiet wind is as thin as paper. Fengchuan had seen the power of this kind of blade as early as when he didn't know how to use the sword.
It is a unique weapon of paper blade and paper flying kite...
Piece by piece of paper blade turns into powder on the Fengchuan sword blade. Why, did Nan Gezi learn other people's swordsmanship? Or, is this simply an illusion?
"Well broken!" Nan Gezi shouted, "The egrets in the summer, where does the egrets fly from..."
Sound, it's sound again.
A small and beautiful voice like an thorn will be...
Hidden weapon!
Fengchuan didn't have time to recall which secret weapon it came from. When he dodged the sword block, the next sentence... The next move has come!
"Rit-Move-time!"
Nan Gezi was still there just now.
His body blurred like a tear, turned into a white fog and dissipated in the air and disappeared.
The cloth, flesh and blood, bones, and joints of the clothes were torn so realistically sounded beside Fengchuan's ear.
For the first time, he found that his ear strength was so good.
But in a moment, Nan Gezi's figure has recondensed behind him!
It was torn at the moment of condensation! Condensation, tear! Over and over again, faster and faster...
And Fengchuan, one sword, another sword, stabbed empty, still stabbed empty...
This speed is comparable to a paper kite, and what's more weird is that the sound is too real...
Is it possible for Nangezi to really tear his body and then re-condensulate, just to make Fengchuan panic?
It's impossible. Even if he can do it, Fengchuan's ear power has never been so amazing. It's impossible for him to hear the score...
So...
Fengchuan has basically recognized the strange magic of Nan Gezi!
Next, it depends on how to fight back.
"Easy to get drunk and hold the head wine, it's rare to meet the enemy's chess!"
This time...
Instead, Nan Gezi sang the words before making a move.
Is this...water release? Next, he may use drunken fists... to survive?
Fengchuan dares not neglect. He heard the sound of the sword waving in the air--
But there is no warning. It's not like an attack, but like, like...
Simply dancing with swords. Drink a pot drunk, in the light rain and soft wind, tell all the madness, pride, love and hate!
Fengchuan closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sound of the sword cutting through the air.
He became more and more excited.
This is actually... a set of moves of swords of the gods!
Nan Gezi imitated the sound of the whole set of swords!
This is... incredible.
While Fengchuan was surprised, a picture appeared in front of him.
It seems that a long time ago, in this yard, there were two men in the game, one in black and the other in white...
One face is covered with frost, and the other is weak and elegant...
Isn't that not, isn't it Xia Gulin and Nan Gezi?
Looking again, the magical voice of Nan Gezi turned into a real sword waving, Jiuyao, rosefinch... the gods...
It's just that I can't see who the man who waved the sword...
Is it the son of the moon?
If that person is the son of stepping on the moon, who am I holding the sword in my hand...
I have a splitting headache.
The illusion that just appeared is like an old painting buried in flesh and blood. Suddenly pulled out, the clearer the memory, the more cutting-edge the drawing paper is, the more...
The pain of scooping meat and drilling...
When Fengchuan fell down, he didn't have time to hear the last two sentences of Nan Gezi:
"The length of the day is suitable for sleeping. Sleep and write your own poem on the banana leaves.
The sun shines all over the yard. Nan Gezi bent down and helped Fengchuan, who was in a coma.
Nan Gezi's lips trembled. He tried to restrain the ups and downs of his mood, and suddenly remembered that his eyes could no longer shed tears.
He picked up Fengchuan and whispered in his ear--
Second brother.
Xiaochun's feeling has never been wrong.
Why don't you admit it... Xiao Fengchuan is their second brother, who has been missing for many years.
There are many times when judging a person, you don't need to look at his appearance and clothes; you don't need to examine his swordsmanship, body skills, and combat effectiveness.
I just need to feel his eyes when he recalls the past.
The kind of thing that flows between you and me... It's just hidden and has never changed.
Second brother, have a good sleep. We will wait for you until the day you remember everything.
"Mr. Nan Ge, that was just--"
Yao Ling was worried from the beginning that Nan Gezi would be injured. She didn't expect such a result.
Mr. Nan Ge obviously didn't make a move... Why did Xiao Fengchuan fall down with a shout?
It's not an illusion that destroys the spirit, is it...
"Fengchuan will be fine as long as he sleeps." Nangezi was not in a hurry to reveal Fengchuan's identity to Yaoling. Why are you in a hurry to say it? Let's wait until Fengchuan remembers it.
"He... just started to learn swordsmanship. It's always not good to be in a hurry.
Nan Gezi took down the sword that Fengchuan was still holding in his hand, put it on the table, and covered him with a quilt.
"Mr. Nan Ge's illusion is so powerful. It's a cluster of water and a paper blade..." Yao Ling praised, "Can it be done just with sound?"
It turns out that Nan Ge is not a doctor who has no power to bind chickens.
He is a master of magic. Use sound to understand people's hearts and intransiate all things, just like Xia Gulin - no, he is the transcendental use of magic above Xia Gulin.
I really don't know how powerful a person like him would be if he could see it.
Maybe... Maybe the boss of the sixth son will be replaced.
"I like sound."
The voice of Nan Gezi is also very good.
"See you in the sparse rain pond, and you will know the breeze. The gloomy summer thorns. Where did the egret fly to move?
The natural sound is so wonderful.
He likes to listen to the rain and fall asleep, and likes to use his painting style. He likes the sound of birds, playing chess and reading...
But the sound can never tell you what color white is, and what is the difference between black and fiery red... If you touch it with your fingers, whether it is warm is warm, and cold is cold.
The shape can be traced, the texture can be touched, the taste can be tasted, only color, only color...
Even the "heart" can't do it. Because I haven't seen any light since I was five years old, and I can't restore the concept of "color" in my memory.
As long as there is the weakness of color. What kind of medical skills, what divination, what kind of sound illusion...
All of them are vulnerable.
This is the reason why Nan Gezi is obsessed with medical treatment.
When he fights with the demon master again, he can't be defeated so easily. It's a lie for the sake of the world, but for the promise of the six princes, he must not lose!
But now... seems to be relieved.
The second brother is back. The six princes have another chance of winning.
Although he changed his identity and name, he didn't remember the past. However, the combat effectiveness is not inferior to the past.
Their previous belief was also right: in the last war, the moon did not die. He just lost his message. He will definitely come back, he will definitely...
Second brother.
He will never disappoint those who believe in him.