Blade and Sword God Sovereign

"This is... what happened?" Ding Hao was disturbed by this sudden sound, and finally woke up from the airy state of "If I Forgot".

Looking up, Ding Hao could not help but be surprised.

Unexpectedly, one day has passed quietly, and I feel that it has only passed for a moment, but actually it has already reached the sunset, and only one half of the red sun is in the distance between the snowy mountains. The red glow of the sun, the original white snow covered with a layer of light red halo, such as flowing blood is generally beautiful.

On the snow of two or three kilometers in the square, all the foundations have been portrayed [text road], densely packed, almost impossible to see the margin.

"Oh... I have written so much?"

Lian Dinghao was a little shocked.

After a slight movement of the arm, I felt a burst of numbness and pain from the arms, the arms, the wrists and the five fingers. The high-intensity engraving of the road for a whole day did not stop for a quarter of an hour, even with Ding Hao’s strength. Finally, I felt pain, and my fingers and arms were swollen and swollen.

Of course, the most shocking Ding Hao, or the last twenty-four Chinese characters without warning signs.

The power that erupted from each handwriting is equivalent to a full blow of a martial art warrior. This... When did the Chinese character have such magic?

"What the **** did you write?" In the mind, Jianzu used a state of horns to attack, and couldn't wait to ask questions. Ding Hao firmly believes that if the old man has a body, then he must be holding his hands with his hands. The collar is mad.

"I...just a pattern that I can't describe at random." Ding Hao is vague, can't always say that I am actually playing through, writing the words in the memory of the last life.

"Let's portray it at random? You said it is free to portray it? What kind of **** is your kid? Are you going to be a reincarnation of the god-level inscription clerk?" Jianzu had an impulse to freak out, snarling wildly.

"This old man is going crazy." Knife sighed with sorrow: "Little Ding, you are irritating enough."

"What stimuli? Is it..." Ding Hao gradually understood what.

"Well, yes, that is the twenty-four patterns you just portrayed." Knife smiled and said: "Although I don't know much about the inscription, I can see that the twenty-four you portrayed. The pattern, which contains the most basic [text], is not surprising, but it is constructed with an unheard of [grammar]. If it is not contained in the text, it will be rougher and more complicated. The power will not explode without control."

"Yes, the grammar that I have never seen before. I dare not say that I have exhausted all the grammars in this world, but only ten percent of them are there, but I have never seen this. 】. In the mind of the sword ancestors roared wildly: "The strange [text road] combination, seeing it has no rules, but it can communicate the energy of the heavens and the earth, this is definitely a new [grammar]."

New grammar?

Ding Hao gradually sorted out his own ideas.

In terms of image, the basic principle of the inscription is a bit like the meaning of learning English in the past. In the three basic elements, [Wen Lu] is an English word, which is very complicated and requires a lot of memory to memorize. Grammar] is a grammar and the like, used to regulate the rules and sequence of [Wen Lu], [Wenyi] is that the inscription teacher communicates the world with his own gods, and gives [Wen Road] according to [grammar] The mysterious power of the real magical power of various inscriptions.

This process is like a letter forming a word, a word is composed of a complete utterance according to the grammar, and the utterance of the person through the mouth of the person has the function of conveying the meaning of the person.

In the midst of it, there is such a commonality between the two.

Can it be said that the Chinese language on the earth before, because of the different time and space conversion and the rules of the world rule, can even inspire the general power of the inscription on this endless continent?

Perhaps inscriptions, in essence, should also be regarded as a kind of language—the unique language of communication between the inscription literary and the heaven and earth energy.

Thinking of this possibility, Ding Hao's heart, it is difficult to contain the cellar and violently jumped up.

If this is the case...

"Fast, then paint again, and then paint it again!" Jianzu is like a hungry man, almost a pleading tone can't wait to Ding Haodao: "You still remember the twenty-four that you just portrayed. A pattern? You won't forget it? Xiao Dingzi, you can paint it again, think about it, be sure to remember it!"

Ding Hao exhaled a long breath, calmed his mind, and then nodded, said: "I try to try."

He put the dragon long knife away, only holding the rust sword, calming the mind, shaking his wrist and starting to write on the snow.

"The desert is solitary, the long river falls into the sun!"

According to the method taught by the sword ancestors before, the condensed [literary meaning], to engrave the inscriptions of the inscriptions, wrote these ten words in one breath, only to find that it is extremely consuming Jingjing, wrote ten words, as if fighting fiercely with others In general, the mind is faintly exhausted, and a thin layer of sweat is coming out of the forehead.

But the results are also extremely amazing.

Ding Hao's last fall, suddenly an indescribable breath, faintly filled in the words of these ten words, this time even fainted to the extent of the second warrior in the second martial arts, and this power is not scattered, Sweeping between strokes.

"This kind of [grammar]... perfect, it is not like you are arbitrarily portrayed, it is simply a masterpiece that has gone through a lot of hard work, and you can definitely enter the grammar law of the top 50 inscriptions of the endless continent... , Xiao Dingzi, are you really a super genius who can't be born, can you actually realize it?"

Jianzu was completely intoxicated with the ten Chinese characters in front of him.

Of course, he does not know these Chinese characters, and he does not understand what Chinese characters mean, but these do not prevent Jianzu from looking at the general picture combinations of these squares from the perspective of an inscriptionian.

Jianzu dared to swear cursing, he had never seen such a picture before.

"Oh, the perfect pattern, all of them are made up of the most basic [text], it seems to be some kind of text, but these patterns can be used as inscriptions to communicate the power of the heavens and the earth, the power is also very good... these really Are you free to draw?"

Hey! !

It is also a series of explosions.

The ten Chinese characters on the snow eventually failed to fully withstand the power of the inscription and exploded.

Seeing this scene, Ding Hao frowned slightly.