Talented Martial Arts System

"What is missing?"

Ling Jing opened his eyes and scanned the eight-faced stele into his eyes one by one. This "word sword stele" is made of unknown material. It is dark in color, simple and heavy, and does not look like an ordinary mountain rock.

He slowly walked to the front of a stone tablet behind him, stretched out his hand, pinched a protruding corner, and clenched it tightly.

"What a hard rock! With my current strength, I can't squeeze even a single chip of stone."

Ling Jing was secretly surprised, he now has more than 600 points in the attributes of the bones alone, plus his own internal strength, the strength is more than a thousand catties, if it is an ordinary stone, I am afraid it will be smashed to pieces However, this "word sword stele" is not even damaged at all.

After a pause, he raised his eyes to look at the eight criss-crossing sword marks on the stone tablet. The deepest part of the sword mark was almost two inches. Leave such a deep mark on this indestructible strange stone.

"System, did you find anything weird?"

At this moment, the sun has set to the west. Mu Jianfeng once said that the time to comprehend the relics of the Divine Sword is limited to today, but until now, Ling Jing still hasn't found out what is missing, so he couldn't help asking the system.

The system has already perfectly scanned the eight-sided "Character Sword Stele" into the database, and has been analyzing the mystery of it. [

"The graphics of the eight-faced stele have been spliced ​​a total of 790 times. Ask the host if he wants to check the graphics?"

"Why are there so many combinations?" Ling Jing frowned. He just let the system try to stitch together the shapes of the steles, but he didn't expect to get more than 3000 different results in the end.

He pondered for a moment, he has almost performed the 64 sword moves on the stone tablet, the most difficult thing now is how to combine the sword moves into a set, and judging from the current situation, the only clue is the Bamian The stele itself is gone.

"let's start."

The blue light in Ling Jing's eyes flickered rapidly, and three-dimensional patterns appeared in his eyes one after another. The eight-faced stele was replaced by a blue net-shaped hollow object, constantly changing directions, combining them together, and sometimes even completely upside down. , combined with the bottom and the top of several other steles.

"This picture is wrong, it's completely different."

"wrong"

"It's of little value to this pair."

More than 1000 patterns were spliced ​​and flashed in his eyes continuously, and it took almost half an hour before and after. Even with his current vigor, he couldn't help feeling a little tired at this moment.

"What a headache." Ling Jing let the system pause for a while, rubbed the center of his brows, and saw that the rest of Tang Hao, Xu Jun, and others were also looking at one or a few stone monuments and contemplating each other, not moving much. Just enough to cover up his strange behavior.

He secretly used his inner energy to walk for a small week, dispelled his fatigue a little, and then said to the system: "Now continue."

In my eyes, the eight hollow steles kept changing positions, or turned over, or stood upside down, and put them together in various postures, so I saw three or four hundred mosaic pictures again.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in Ling Jing's eyes, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face

"Stop! System, enlarge the mosaic pattern this time."

The system gradually zoomed in on the eight hollow steles, and saw that the stele that was originally in the Kun position was placed in the Gen position, and it was placed horizontally. The other seven steles were also placed in various ways, completely different from the real objects outside. [

"It turns out that Mu Jianfeng placed the eight-sided "word sword stele" according to the position of Fuxi's gossip, but in fact the position is ridiculously wrong. The eight positions occupied by the 64-way swordsmanship are clearly wrong."

Ling Jing thought to himself, and carefully looked at the eight-faced stele in his eyes as a whole.

"Is this the posture of a person drawing a sword?"

The eight-faced stele was joined together in this way, and the stele in Gen's seat faintly became a sharp sword pointing obliquely to the northwest. In addition, the seven-faced stele gathered into a human figure with slightly bent legs and a sword in his left hand pointing obliquely at the sky.

"Is this a move? But what does this move have to do with the 64-way swordsmanship?"

Ling Jing frowned secretly. This collage was the most reasonable pattern he had seen so far. The human figure had two hands, two feet, shoulders, legs, and knees, which did not secretly match the position of Fuxi's gossip. If you make a move, then no matter which sword move can fully display its power.

He secretly wrote down this figure in his heart, and kept the corrected 64-way swordsmanship directions firmly in his heart, thinking: ""Dugu Nine Swords" has a general formula, which leads to the whole chapter. If there is no general formula, then other The eight swords are like a duckweed, and they can't exert their due power at all. Then, is this posture of the sword used to lead the 64 swordsmanship?"

Thinking of this, he suddenly closed his eyes, and the system also took back all the images in his eyes at this time, and did not continue to display the subsequent stitching patterns.

"Gen bit eight-way swordsmanship!"

Ling Jing thought about it, and a small figure suddenly appeared in his mind, holding a long sword in his hand, pointing obliquely at the sky, his posture was exactly the same as the figure formed by the previous stone tablet.

"Swipe!"

The figure suddenly swayed, and the long sword stabbed out continuously, using eight moves of swordsmanship, the sword light all circled around the Gen position, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the silver light was glowing.

"That's right, this is the real Genbit Eight-way Swordsmanship!"

At this time, Ling Jing was performing the swordplay in his mind, and he no longer had the same stagnant feeling as before, and when the eighth swordplay was performed, the long sword in his hand seemed to be flapping its wings to fly away. The sword force is definitely much stronger than any move he has ever learned.

"Eight ways!"

After Ling Jing broke through all the sword techniques, he became even more powerful after that. With that move that led to the whole chapter's opening gesture, all the sword moves turned out to be indescribably smooth.

"Qian Kun Kan Li Zhen Gen Xun Dui!"

The figure in Ling Jing's mind has finally finished rehearsing all 64 moves of swordsmanship, and the 64 moves are used like clouds and flowing water. At this moment, only hearing a "swipe", the long sword flew out of his hand, hovering around him , formed a gorgeous sword shadow, amidst the radiance, it was murderous again.

"Could it be that this is the real Excalibur Hou's unique skill?"

Ling Jing suddenly opened his eyes, recalling the last change, he was truly indescribably shocked.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat twice. He turned his eyes and saw that everyone else was still observing the stele, and even Mu Jianfeng was still standing in front of the stele, with his brows tightly furrowed and his face full of melancholy.

Ling Jing walked to Mu Jianfeng's side calmly, and said with a smile: "Young Master, I have always had doubts in my heart, and I don't know whether to say it or not."

Hearing the words, Mu Jianfeng finally came back to his senses, glanced at Ling Jing, and said with a smile: "So it's Mr. Ling." He was very impressed with this master who rang seven bronze bells with one sword, and nodded immediately: " Son, but say no."

Ling Jing said: "Young Master, please forgive me for speaking bluntly. The things left on this stone tablet are indeed sword moves, but these sword moves are not enough to connect together to form a complete set of sword techniques. The meridian is broken and died. So"

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but just looked at Mu Jianfeng with a flash of his eyes, and tried to speak out.

Mu Jianfeng smiled wryly, and said: "Mr. Ling's eyesight is really sharp. In fact, our ancestors of the Mu family have already performed all these 64 sword moves one by one. The elders of the family also firmly believe that this is the exquisite sword skill of our ancestors who smashed the capital. But It is precisely because of this that my Mu family has lost many talents, and after that, it is worse than the next generation."

The tone was filled with embarrassment. Obviously, many ancestors of the Mu family died because of practicing this way of swordsmanship.

Ling Jing felt that this Mu Jianfeng did not seem to be lying, and thought to himself, it seems that the Mu family has not yet comprehended the ultimate secret on the stone tablet.

But he himself didn't intend to tell the secret, so he nodded and stepped aside.

Time passed slowly, and finally, the last rays of the setting sun gradually faded from the mountain, but up to this moment, no one in the room had comprehended the sword technique on the stone tablet.

"Brother Ling, how about having a drink together later?" It was getting late, and the traces on the stele seemed a little blurry, but Mu Jianfeng didn't mean to ask someone to come over and light a torch at this moment, obviously he didn't want to let him People continued to observe the relics of Excalibur.

Seeing that it was Tang Hao, Ling Jing immediately nodded and said with a smile, "Since it's Brother Tang's request, how dare I not obey."

The two laughed, but at this time Mu Jianfeng sighed, turned his head to look at the crowd, and said slowly: "Everyone, the day has passed, no matter whether you have realized anything or not, today The viewing time is over. Afterwards, I will hold a banquet in the manor, and I hope that all friends can stay and have a drink together."

Everyone reluctantly looked at the eight-faced stele, but the two of them didn't even look at the stele at this moment.

One of them is Xu Jun, the son of Master Xu, who is a good hand with a stylus. At the moment, his expression is indifferent, neither sad nor happy, obviously he is very good at nourishing qi.

But the other one looked very strange. He was a young man in his 20s, extremely thin, with a yellowish complexion and a stiff expression. He didn't look like a real human face.

"Why does this person look familiar?" Ling Jing looked at the young man with a scorched complexion, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he always felt that he had seen this person somewhere before.

"Brother Tang, do you know who that thin yellow-faced young man is?" He secretly said to Tang Hao.

Tang Hao glanced at that person, frowned and said: "It's an unfamiliar face, I haven't seen it before. Does Brother Ling have any trouble with this person?"

Ling Jing shook his head and smiled, and didn't speak any more.