Jian Wushuang didn't dare to speak at all, and held his breath with all his strength, for fear that he would blow this villain away with just one breath.
Standing on the withered yellow pages of the book, the white shirt on the little man's body fluttered in the wind, and then he moved.
Riding the wind, another wisp of cloud smoke condensed into a real sword in his hand.
The momentum changed, and the small square page of the book seemed to have turned into a martial arts arena. The villain was in the center, practicing every move wantonly, stirring up the wind and clouds around him.
In Jian Wushuang's eyes, every stance performed by the Yunyan villain was like a sword stance that had been refined and dismantled, practiced extremely slowly.
The more he watched, the more frightened he became. He actually felt the sharpness and terror from this sword style that could not be ignored.
But soon Jian Wushuang became immersed in it, and started fighting with this villain's fugue through his spiritual consciousness.
Two completely different sword paths collided in such an incredible way. If Chunqiu had been by Jian Wushuang's side, he would have definitely seen this weird and comical scene.
Jian Wushuang frowned tightly and held a solitary book with one page spread out, as if he was riding a boat, his body swaying from side to side, and from time to time he would turn over drastically, which was extremely funny.
And this scene ended with the little man standing on the page of the book, standing straight and straight, with a straight sword thrust without any fancy.
Jian Wushuang opened his eyes suddenly, a drop of sweat gushed out from his temples, and then he hurriedly looked at the page of the book.
The little man standing on the page seemed to have completed his task, and his body disappeared directly, turning into clouds and smoke again, and landed on the page.
Immediately afterwards, an even more mysterious scene appeared. On the pages of the originally wordless heavenly book, tiny characters were actually outlined by clouds of smoke!
"How is this possible..." Jian Wushuang was shocked beyond measure.
Through the fugue fight just now, he already knew very well that this little Yunyan figure was the incarnation of Ding Bai Yi who had discussed the art of swordsmanship with him for hundreds of thousands of years in the Divine Power Universe!
But why did his kendo villain appear here?!
There is no answer. As the last word comes to an end, it means that Ding Baiyi’s swordsmanship is finally completely integrated into the book!
A total of five pages filled with kendo analysis were rustled by the wind.
Swallowing his dry throat, Jian Wushuang stared at the page.
Just one glance made his heart tremble uncontrollably.
The swordsmanship written on the page is clearly the entire sword intention of the first form of the sword of the Sword Immortal Ding Baiyi!
"It's so outrageous... Could this book be a spirit..."
After carefully immersing himself in it for nearly a day and comprehending it, Jian Wushuang sighed with emotion. This sword collection actually completely dissected Ding Baiyi's unique sword style.
I'm afraid even if Ding Baiyi himself described it, it wouldn't be so detailed.
Jian Wushuang was confused and couldn't understand how Ding Baiyi's kendo was recorded in such a wordless heavenly book.
There are five pages of paper, all of which describe that unique sword style, which shows how detailed it is.
Fortunately, Jian Wushuang has a very strong receptive ability, so since he can't figure it out, he can simply forget about it.
After a brief hesitation and struggle, Jian Wushuang eagerly studied the analysis in the pages of the book and started practicing.
The more in-depth he studied, the more horrified Jian Wushuang became. This strange collection of swords that appeared out of nowhere almost took out Ding Baiyi's underwear...
But here, there is only one form of Ding Baiyi, and everything after that is blank.
"What is the origin of this wordless heavenly book? Is it possible that it can replicate everyone's swordsmanship?" Jian Wushuang closed the sword collection and flipped through it.
Then he subconsciously injected some of his sword intent into it.
A mysterious scene happened again. The ever-changing clouds and smoke transformed by Jian Wushuang's sword intention finally condensed into a pocket version of Jian Wushuang, and he began to learn the way of swordsmanship while standing on the page of the book.
A complete framework of unparalleled swordsmanship has been constructed, and the sword intent of the stars, rivers, lakes and seas pours out onto the pages of the book like the great rivers and seas.
This time, there are ten pages, covered with tiny characters, five pages of "Sword Style" with the word "Star", and five pages with "Sword Style" with the word "River".
Jian Wushuang was dumbfounded and hurriedly explored it carefully. After taking a look, his face turned pale.
The sword intention engraved on the page of the book depicts the essence of the two styles of sword intention in almost every detail, as if it is a complete rubbing of Jian Wushuang's thoughts in his consciousness.
"It's so scary. What on earth is this?!" Jian Wushuang suppressed the tremor in his heart and began to investigate carefully.
At this moment, Chunqiu's slightly weird voice sounded.
"Brother Jian, what's wrong with you? You are so happy and surprised while holding a wordless book..."
Jian Wushuang suddenly raised his head and looked at Chunqiu, who seemed to have been there for a long time and looked confused.
"You mean, wordless book?"
Chunqiu nodded, then pointed at the book in Jian Wu's hands, "Isn't this just a wordless book? It's all blank."
Jian Wushuang looked at the open pages. The books on kendo were densely packed with records, but in Chunqiu's eyes, they were wordless.
"Are you sure this book is wordless?" Jian Wushuang asked.
Chunqiu lowered his head and looked at it, then looked at him and said, "It's indeed wordless. Brother Jian, what's wrong with you? Are you stimulated by something?"
Jian Wushuang shook his head, and seemed to have some clarity in his heart.
This sword collection seems to have terrifying skills that can imprint all kinds of shocking swordsmanship in it, and it seems that only the user can see it.
In other words, with this sword collection, wouldn’t it be possible to imprint other people’s sword techniques at will without any scruples?
Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Jian Wushuang was about to open his mouth to reply to Spring and Autumn, when a clear voice sounded from the barrier of Xiao Gutian.
"Brother Jian, I, Chen Qingte, am here to pay you a visit."
In the ripples of the waves, Chen Qing appeared, dressed in a white shirt, with a vast and celestial charm.
Jian Wushuang also stood up, cupped his hands in the distance and smiled, "Jian is here to greet you."
Chen Qing smiled cheerfully again, quickly stepped into the air and landed in front of Jian Wushuang, "I haven't seen you in the past ten days, Brother Jian is still as powerful as ever."
"Brother Chen, that's a ridiculous compliment. I've neglected practice recently and it made me laugh." He responded with a wry smile.
Although Jian Wushuang was not disgusted with the familiar Chen Qing, he also kept a distance subconsciously.
However, Chen Qing didn't seem to feel Jian Wushuang's alienation, and said with a smile, "It just so happened that the little emperor's condition has stabilized, so I came to Xiaogutian to catch up with brother Jian when I had nothing to do."
"Speaking of which, this little Gutian is really good, with abundant energy and aura of life far beyond the ordinary realm. Brother Jian will be of great benefit to practice enlightenment in this realm."
Jian Wushuang nodded, "It's not bad. Jian is only staying here temporarily and doesn't know much about the mystery."