Jian Wushuang did not dare to speak at all. He held his breath with all his might, fearing that he would blow the tiny figure away with a single breath.
Standing on the yellowed page, the tiny figure's white robe fluttered in the wind. Then, he moved.
Riding the wind, another wisp of smoke condensed into a real sword in his hand.
The momentum changed. The inch-square page seemed to have turned into a martial arts training ground. The tiny figure stood in the center and wantonly practiced every move, stirring up the wind and clouds around him.
In Jian Wushuang's eyes, every move of the tiny figure was like a sword move that had been dissected in detail and was being practiced at an extremely slow pace.
The more he watched, the more frightened he became. He actually felt a sharpness and terror that could not be ignored from this sword move.
But soon, Jian Wushuang was immersed in it. He fought with the tiny figure through his Divine Sense.
Two vastly different Sword Principles collided in such an unbelievable way. If Spring and Autumn were beside Jian Wushuang, he would definitely see this strange and comical scene.
Jian Wushuang's brows were tightly knitted. He held a one-page book in his arms. His body swayed from side to side as if he was sitting on a boat. From time to time, he would flip over. It was extremely comical.
And this scene ended when the tiny figure standing on the page straightened his body and straightened his stomach. He then thrust his sword forward without any fancy moves.
Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes. A drop of sweat flowed out from his temples. Then, he hurriedly looked at the page.
The tiny figure standing on the page seemed to have completed his task. His figure dissipated and turned into smoke again, landing on the page.
Then, an even more mysterious scene appeared. On the page of the Wordless Heavenly Book, tiny words were outlined by the smoke!
"How, how is this possible …" Jian Wushuang was shocked beyond words.
Through the battle just now, he was very clear that the tiny figure was Ding Baiyi, who had once discussed Sword Principles with him in the Divine Power Universe for 100,000 years!
But how could his Sword Principle figure appear here?!
There was no answer. As the last word fell, it meant that Ding Baiyi's Sword Principles had finally been completely integrated into the book!
A total of five pages filled with Sword Principles were rustling in the wind.
Swallowing his dry throat, Jian Wushuang focused his gaze on the page.
With just a glance, his heart could not help but tremble.
The Sword Principles written on the page were the complete sword essence of Sword Celestial Ding Baiyi's first Absolute Sword!
"It's too heaven-defying … this book can't be a spirit …"
After carefully comprehending it for nearly a day, Jian Wushuang sighed with emotion. The Sword Collection had actually completely dissected Ding Baiyi's Absolute Sword Move.
Even Ding Baiyi's description would not be as detailed as this.
He could not understand how Ding Baiyi's Sword Principle had been recorded in the Wordless Heavenly Book.
Five pages of the five pages to describe the Sword Principles and Sword Principles of the Heavenly Book.
Fortunately, Jian Wushuang was very receptive. Since he could not figure it out, he simply threw it to the back of his mind.
After a brief hesitation and struggle, Jian Wushuang eagerly compared the analysis on the page and practiced.
The more he studied, the more shocked Jian Wushuang was. This strange sword collection that appeared out of nowhere was almost about to rip Ding Baiyi's underwear out …
However, there was only one move of Ding Baiyi on it. Everything after that was blank.
"Where did this Wordless Heavenly Book come from? Can it copy everyone's Sword Principles?" Jian Wushuang closed the sword collection and flipped it over and over again.
Then, he subconsciously infused a part of his sword essence into it.
A mysterious scene happened again. The ever-changing cloud of mist transformed from Jian Wushuang's sword essence finally condensed into a pocket-sized Jian Wushuang and began to stand on the page to practice Sword Principles.
The Sword Principles of the Unparalleled Sword Principles and the Sword Essences of the Star River Lake poured onto the page like a great river.
This time, ten whole pages were filled with tiny words. There were five pages for the Star Sword Style and five pages for the River Sword Style.
Jian Wushuang was dumbfounded. He hurriedly examined it carefully and his face immediately turned pale.
The Sword Essences engraved on the page described the essence of the two Sword Essences in detail. It was as if they had completely copied Jian Wushuang's thoughts from his Divine Consciousness.
"It's too scary. What is this?!" Jian Wushuang suppressed the trembling in his heart and carefully examined it.
At this moment, Chun Qiu's strange voice sounded.
"Brother Jian, what's wrong with you? You're holding a wordless book with both joy and surprise … "
Jian Wushuang suddenly raised his head and looked at Chun Qiu, who seemed to have been there for a long time and looked confused.
"You mean, a wordless book?"
Chun Qiu nodded and then pointed at the book in Jian Wushuang's hand. "Isn't this a wordless book? It's completely blank."
Jian Wushuang looked at the pages of the book, which were densely packed with records of Sword Principle. However, in Spring and Autumn's eyes, there were no words.
"Are you sure this book is wordless?" Jian Wushuang asked.
Chun Qiu looked down and sized it up, then looked at him and said, "It's wordless indeed. Brother Jian, what's wrong with you? Did something happen to you? "
Jian Wushuang shook his head. He seemed to understand something.
This sword collection seemed to contain terrifying skills that could copy all kinds of shocking Sword Principles, and it seemed that only the user could see them.
In other words, with this sword collection, wouldn't he be able to copy other people's Sword Principles as he wished?
Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Jian Wushuang was about to reply to Chun Qiu when a clear voice sounded from Little Solitary Sky's boundary.
"Brother Jian, I, Chen Qing, am here to pay you a visit."
In the ripples, Chen Qing, who had changed into a white robe, appeared. He really had a vast immortal aura.
Jian Wushuang also stood up and cupped his hands with a smile. "I welcome you here."
Chen Qing laughed heartily again. He quickly stepped into the air and landed in front of Jian Wushuang. "It's been almost ten days since we last met. Brother Jian, you're still as mighty as ever."
"Brother Chen, you flatter me. I've been neglecting my practice recently. I've embarrassed myself," he replied with a wry smile.
Although Jian Wushuang did not dislike Chen Qing, who was acting so familiar with him, he still subconsciously kept his distance.
However, Chen Qing did not seem to sense Jian Wushuang's distancing. He smiled and said, "It just so happens that the young Celestial Emperor's condition is stabilizing. I have nothing to do, so I came to Little Solitary Sky to look for Brother Jian to catch up."
"Speaking of which, this Little Solitary Sky is really not bad. It's full of evolving energy, and the aura of living beings here is far beyond that of ordinary realms. Brother Jian, cultivating and meditating here will definitely benefit you greatly."
Jian Wushuang nodded. "It's not bad. I'm only staying here temporarily, so I don't really understand the mysteries of this place."
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