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The Orthodox Academy has a long history, earlier than the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty. There are countless big trees growing there, some of which are even more than a thousand years old.
In the massacre twenty years ago, many ancient trees were destroyed, but more trees survived, especially the forest near the palace was lush and extremely deep. Chen Changsheng had paid attention to this forest when he first entered the Orthodox Academy, and he didn't know how many mornings he spent here and how many times he practiced swordsmanship.
He knew the trees were hard, and the stubble was naturally hard, but he still thought it was weird.
That thing is very hard, but the edges are not sharp, but smooth, as if it has been polished.
He looked back and found a hole about a foot deep where the big tree was broken.
The leaves blocked the already dark sky, and there was still snow and dust in the pit, so it was hard to see what was inside.
So before it broke, it must have been a tree hole.
The thing he touched with his right hand was in this pit.
In other words, that thing had been stuck in the tree hole before.
Chen Changsheng was not sure what that thing was.
Shang Xingzhou's sword arrived.
The Dao sword of Changchun Temple, with the purest but never gentle meaning, cut off the cold wind and fell towards his chest.
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When Shang Xingzhou was walking towards Chen Changsheng, Xu Yourong was also walking towards the Orthodox Academy.
Wang Zhice once again pointed out from the air.
The breeze by the lake was not disturbed, and there was no sharp sound, as if nothing had happened.
But in fact, an invisible barrier once again appeared between the Orthodox Academy and the Baicao Garden.
At this time, Xu Yourong made a very strange move.
She raised her left hand, pointing her fingers lightly into the void.
Snapped.
There was a soft sound.
It's like the most delicate blister being punctured by the softest hair.
The invisible barrier disappeared without a trace.
Xu Yourong finally entered the Orthodox Academy.
Her face was snow-white, and a very fine blood stain appeared on the corner of her lips.
What Wang Zhice used was not fingering, but the star picking hand he created when he was studying in the old apartment in Donglin Lane.
He didn't expect Xu Yourong to be able to take this pose, which surprised him a bit.
What surprised him even more was that after Xu Yourong came to the Orthodox Academy, he didn't look at him again, but looked at the pair of master and apprentice in the woods.
The breeze is coming, the white sacrificial clothes are fluttering slightly, the bow is in hand, and the arrow is on the string, ready to fire at any time.
The situation became extremely tense.
She was going to stop Shang Xingzhou with Wu Arrow, so wouldn't Wang Zhice stop her? Or did she believe that someone would stop Wang Zhice
who's that person
Naturally, it couldn't be Tang Thirty-Six.
He was restrained by Wang Zhice and has turned into a statue by the lake.
Because he couldn't turn his neck, he couldn't see what was going on in the woods, he could only look at the lake and the sky.
The snow has stopped falling, but the clouds have not dispersed, covering the sky and making Kyoto look extraordinarily gloomy.
In the beginning, he was complaining, shouting that God is blind.
At this time, he was just praying for Chen Changsheng, hoping that God would open his eyes quickly.
Suddenly, there was a clear sound in the woods.
A light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
A hole appeared in the cloud.
The sky light falls from there, like a waterfall, extremely beautiful.
Tang Thirty-Six was shocked and thought, could it be that someone really opened his eyes
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Like the dragon's body of a black mountain range, it undulates slowly behind the clouds, bringing countless winds.
After the little black dragon left the Orthodox Academy, he did not stay away, but sneaked here, always ready to break through the clouds.
If Chen Changsheng was really in danger, she wouldn't care about the rules of the duel. As for the referee...she wanted to fight him for a long time.
The sea of clouds suddenly rolled over, tearing a gap.
She looked at the ground in surprise.
She saw the streets and alleys in Kyoto, the Tianshu Mausoleum, and the imperial palace.
Finally, she saw the Orthodox Academy.
There is a dark forest where the Orthodox Academy and the palace meet.
The forest suddenly became brighter.
It wasn't because of the light falling from the sky, but because of a sword light.
There are more than ten broken trees, lined up in a straight line, pointing to the deepest part of the forest.
The half-truncated tree that used to exist there has disappeared without a trace, turning into countless bark and pieces of wood, suspended in the air quietly.
Suspended together with these bark and debris, there is also the light snow that started to fall this morning and the lake water that fell like a torrential rain not long ago.
There are two figures in the middle of this strange picture.
Shang Xingzhou stood in front of Chen Changsheng, condescending, and his Dao sword swung down.
Chen Changsheng didn't die because he had an extra sword in his hand.
It was this sword that blocked Shang Xingzhou's sword.
Chen Changsheng still used a stupid sword.
This sword technique is considered by Su Li to be the best sword guard in the world, and it has saved Chen Changsheng's life countless times.
In the Zhou Garden just now, Chen Changsheng relied on this sword technique to escape from death many times in a row.
But this time, Chen Changsheng was not chopped off.
His left foot sank deep into the ground, as if it had taken root.
This was originally a sword technique, and only with a sword can one truly display its true sophistication and power!
The question is, where did this sword come from
No one has time to think about it.
A clear whistle resounded through the snow forest.
Shang Xingzhou's Taoist sleeves fluttered lightly, and the Taoist sword rose and fell again.
The snowstorm followed.
Shang Xingzhou's figure disappeared.
Countless sword lights appeared.
There are sword marks everywhere in the woods.
Suddenly quiet.
Chen Changsheng raised his sword to meet him.
Clang! Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Dozens of crisp sword cries suddenly sounded around him.
In such a short time before, Shang Xingzhou made dozens of swords in a row!
These swords fell so fast that the sound of the two swords colliding didn't even have time to spread!
But these swords were all caught by Chen Changsheng!
He raised his sword to his eyebrows.
His left knee is slightly bent.
He stands still.
He didn't move.
No matter how mysterious and unspeakable you are, and the meaning of the sword is unpredictable, I just swung the sword across, sank my heart, and hid in the small building to form a unity.
This is the real sword field!
It's just how long can he last under Shang Xingzhou's stormy attack
Even if he has the perfect sword field and star field, and has an unimaginably abundant true energy, it is impossible to support him like this forever after all.
What's more, what kind of person is Shang Xingzhou, who has practiced thousands of Taoism, who knows what kind of terrible tricks are hidden in his hanging sleeves
Chen Changsheng did not intend to leave such an opportunity to his master.
At a moment that was unpredictable but known in advance, he drew his sword first.
A sword light illuminates the secluded forest.
This sword is unimaginably fast, like real lightning.
The sword intent of this sword is very clear, but it is not simple. It looks like a fish swimming in the stream, but it is in front of you, but it is difficult to reach out.
The trajectory of this sword is even more mysterious to the extreme, and there is a feeling of being unpredictable!
This sword pierced through three pieces of bark in a row, cut a few pieces of wood, bypassed his left hand, and seemingly carelessly pierced into the wind and snow.
A muffled hum sounded from nowhere, and the wind and snow were slightly chaotic.
Shang Xingzhou appeared on the snow a few feet away, with a tear in his sleeve.
Chen Changsheng stood up straight, held the sword in his hand, and looked at him quietly.