Chapter 1995： Mutual exchange (2/2)

Lone bamboo reached out and lifted the other half of the stone in one hand. It seemed that the stone tablet was generally inserted into the ground, and the part left outside had a shape of seven or eight meters.

Han Sen looked at the lonely bamboo. He didn't know what he was going to do. If it was a lettering than the mood, Han Sen could use the knife and knife, and he would not lose to the bamboo.

However, the bamboo should be very clear about this, so Hansen also knows that the bamboo can not be just as simple as lettering.

Lonely bamboo looked at the stone standing there, did not pull out the sword of the waist, but slowly retreated, has been retreating to ten meters away, only to say faintly: ”I want to break the nine heavens, you can ?”

The disciples of the Tiangong Temple in the battle are all confused. I don’t know what it means to be alone. He only speaks and does not shoot.

Yun Suyi is also a doubt in my heart. I want to ask about Yun Changkong. What happened to it, but suddenly I heard a loud noise. I saw that the surface of the stone burst open and there was a crack. It turned out to be ”I want sword.” Breaking the nine heavens, the seven words, one stroke of a painting is like a knife and axe, with a momentum of fighting bulls, as if the four words will break out and go straight into the nine.

”The sound edge technique is not unusual, let alone ten meters. Even if it is a hundred meters away, it is easy to break the stone. However, it seems like a lonely bamboo, and it can write such a momentum, it is me who specializes in the sound system. It is also difficult to do, not just the problem of control, the ability to condense the mood with the sound, this is no one.” The Duke of a town Tianzhu exclaimed.

”It is the brothers and sisters who have experienced all the hardships, and it is possible to have so many techniques and artistic conceptions. It is also a matter of contentment for others to be able to practice one kind of life. Hansen specializes in knives and practices femininity, and his age is already It’s rare that it’s impossible to repair the phonological technique.”

”I am afraid that this time Hansen should not be able to fight with the uncles again?”

”There is no second brother in the world. Hansen is also awesome, but he is more skillful than the lonely brother. I am afraid that it will not be good.”

Many of the disciples of the Tiangong Temple were amazed. Hansen smiled and asked: ”This is another skill that you practiced?”

The look of the bamboo remains unchanged, and he said calmly: ”The 3,870, and 454th generations were born with a singer, killing people with a sound, and finally being trapped in the Echo Valley, and were killed by their own sound.”

Hansen shook his head and said nothing. He walked to the other side of the stone. Like a bamboo, he stopped at a distance of ten meters from the stone and took a deep breath.

”Han Sen can he do it?” Yun Suyi asked some of the worried arms of Yun Sushang. Although she knew that she and Hansen were no longer possible, she still didn't need to see Hansen's failure.

Yun Sushang smiled and said: ”How can he know if he can do it? However, there are very few creatures that cultivate the power of the sound system. It is even less able to practice the skills of the solitary brothers. It is a very unpopular technique. We have not seen it. Hansen used similar techniques, but I am afraid that this time is not optimistic.”

Yun Suyi was even more worried about Hansen, and wanted to say anything more, but she did not wait for her to speak, and Hansen spoke.

”Sitting alone in the clouds is lonely.” Hansen slowly spit out a few words, without much thought, but with a hint of comfort and understanding.

Lonely bamboo has experienced tens of thousands of years of hard work, although the achievements of peerless talent, but the sadness and loneliness in his heart, I am afraid that no one can understand, to do the high gods, the sufferings that need to be experienced, not ordinary people can understand.

After Han Sen’s seven words are finished, I saw the gravel on the stone falling like a powder. It reveals seven letterings. Every word is far-reaching. It seems that there is an unspeakable emotion entangled in my heart. I don’t know. Why do people feel sad in their hearts?