The sky in Zhouyuan is lower than the sky in the real world, so it is easier to measure the distance with the naked eye.
In the process of falling from Muyu to the ground, Chen Changsheng could clearly see that the blue sky was rapidly moving away.
The bitter cold wind cut his cheeks like a knife, reminding him of when he was hunted down by Nan Ke's wings in Zhou Garden a few years ago. He broke through the water in the lake and was about to be killed. A hand reached out from the night sky, grabbed his collar, and took him away.
It's a pity that Xu Yourong is not in the Zhou Garden today, so naturally there is no way to catch him.
Fortunately, there are aquatic plants and lakes everywhere below Muyu, which may leave a glimmer of life.
A loud bang sounded in his ears.
The soft surface of the lake became extremely hard, and countless pains poured into his mind from all over his body.
At that moment, he felt that all his bones were about to break.
Innumerable green, icy lakes rushed towards his face, slapping him incessantly.
He thought again of the scene of fleeing in the lake three years ago.
Blood flowed from the corner of his lips and spread in the water, turning into a pale pink mist.
Hundreds of fish swam out of the surrounding aquatic plants, and swam into the blood mist frantically, shuttling back and forth.
After being changed by Tianhai Shenghou against the sky, his blood is no longer a delicious but poisonous honey, but it still has unimaginable benefits.
No matter what kind of life it is, it is instinctively willing to get close to his blood.
The so-called desire for intimacy is sometimes greed, and there is no difference between the two.
Those fish swimming wildly in the blood mist, just like some human beings, have no sense at all in the face of huge temptation.
People who are truly insane are less prone to this kind of temptation.
Before he fell into a coma, Chen Changsheng was thinking about these questions, and finally thought of Nan Ke.
He closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bottom of the water.
Water plants fluttered slowly around, touching his feet from time to time.
It was like a devil's hand protruding from nothingness, trying to drag him into the bottomless abyss.
He opened his eyes.
From coma to waking up, only a very short time passed.
The lake has not been completely filled with water.
Chen Changsheng raised his head to look at the water surface and started to move.
His feet moved at an unimaginable speed, bringing up two water dragons, with an astonishing momentum.
With a bang, a white column of water appeared on the surface of the lake, which looked like a waterfall flowing backwards to the sky.
Chen Changsheng landed on the lakeside, ready to plunder another small lake to the northeast.
That small lake can lead to the world on the other side of Zhou Garden.
As long as he gets there, he should be able to hide for a while with the cover of the remaining sword intent of the Zhetian Sword.
He needs this time to think about what happened, at least to stabilize the current injury.
But he stopped suddenly and turned around.
Shang Xingzhou stood on the opposite bank, looking at him expressionlessly.
Chen Changsheng's face was a little pale.
He was born innocent, had his marrow washed perfectly at the Orthodox Academy, and had bathed in dragon blood at the bottom of Beixin Bridge. Except for the Demon Lord, no one could compare with his physical strength. After falling to the ground more than ten miles away, he was still alive.
But he was still seriously injured.
His ribs were not broken, but there were cracks on them, and the pain went deep into his bones.
The most important thing is that his sea of consciousness was greatly shocked, and his Dao heart could not return to peace.
The most desperate thing is that he has no sword now, not even the scabbard.
This means that he cannot summon the thousands of swords in the scabbard.
These days, he has been practicing swords in the stone room of Li Palace, meditating quietly, and adjusting his state to the peak, just for today's battle.
He has prepared a lot for today's battle.
He has mastered the three swords that Su Li passed to him, the sword intent that he experienced in Mount Li, and Nanxizhai's division of swordsmanship and even sword formation.
He believes that he who is in the best condition should be qualified to challenge his master in Zhou Yuanli.
However, just as the battle had just begun, he lost his sword.
All swords.
He was able to defeat so many powerful enemies these years, relying on the sword.
He is known as a kendo genius by the world, and now many people even think that he is already a kendo master.
But what else could he do without the sword? What else could he be
The question now is, why did Shang Xingzhou snatch all his swords with his hand
For Chen Changsheng, this was not a problem, it was just that he had forgotten these things during the past few years.
Many years ago, he chopped off the beard of the golden dragon by the stream, forged it into a sword, and gave it to his apprentice.
That was the Wugou Sword that Chen Changsheng had carried with him for many years.
That scabbard was originally a treasure in the Li Palace - Zangfeng.
It was also Shang Xingzhou who took it away from the Li Palace and handed it over to him.
Shang Xingzhou was right.
Whether it was the Wugou Sword or the Zangfeng scabbard, he gave it to Chen Changsheng.
Even the marriage contract with Xu Yourong was given to Chen Changsheng by him.
After the rest of the people refused.
Since he bestowed everything on Chen Changsheng, he can take it back at any time.
This is a qualification, but also an ability.
Without a doubt, this is the strongest winner.
It's just that this method hides too deeply.
Deep and somewhat chilling.
It has been ten years since he received the short sword in the old temple in Xining Town, right
What Shang Xingzhou said next was even more chilling.
"How old are you this year?"
Chen Changsheng was his student, raised by him in Xining Town.
But he didn't know Chen Changsheng's age.
Whether it is deliberate or unintentional, it is indifferent after all.
Chen Changsheng said: "No matter how old it is, it's over twenty."
Shang Xingzhou didn't pay attention to the hidden meaning in this sentence, and said, "My talent is not as good as yours, so I add ten years old."
Chen Changsheng understood what he meant, was silent for a while, and said, "Okay."
Who is stronger, the thirty-year-old Shang Xingzhou or the twenty-year-old Chen Changsheng
Nobody knows.
Even after today's battle, no one knows.
Because Chen Changsheng didn't have a sword.
Hush!
The sound of water sounded.
The fish chased the blood mist to the surface of the water.
The lake was turbulent and restless, and it was very lively and festive to watch, but it made people feel a little disgusted after watching it for a long time.
Suddenly several blood flowers bloomed on the surface of the water, and the mutilated fish sank towards the bottom of the water.
Shang Xingzhou disappeared on the other side.
Chen Changsheng also disappeared.
A footprint appeared in the surrounding aquatic plants.
A second footprint followed, farther away.
The footprints appeared in the air, and there was no connection between them, which seemed extraordinarily weird.
When Chen Changsheng reappeared, it was already hundreds of meters away beside a forest.
And when Shang Xingzhou reappeared, it was right in front of him.
He used the Yezhi step, but still couldn't beat Shang Xingzhou's agility.
So try fisting
A picture appeared in his sea of consciousness.
Bian Yanghong looked at him quietly, pressing her fingertips between his brows.
Then countless pictures came one after another.
There are streamers in those pictures, and each light is a fist.
The screen disappears.
Countless rays of light become one light.
Countless punches turned into one punch.
Chen Changsheng clenched his fist and threw it at the familiar yet unfamiliar face opposite him.