You can touch fish in the lake because there are fish in it, but there are no swords in the lake.
And Chen Changsheng didn't touch it, he took it directly.
This is a more concise and powerful action, indicating that he knew where the sword was in advance.
As if by magic, he drew a sword from the lake.
Then he stabbed at Shang Xingzhou.
Water sprayed along the sword body, and the sword light followed, shining extremely transparently from the inside out.
The shore of the lake became brighter, and the splashes were like silver trees and stars.
More than a dozen stars lit up, following the star lines in the night sky, his figure suddenly disappeared.
Shang Xingzhou stepped on the stars and retreated, and he was more than ten zhang away in an instant.
There was a soft chirp.
A rip appeared between his collar.
A stream of blood seeped out from inside, as if a plum blossom had been drawn on the cyan robe.
"Master, admit defeat."
Chen Changsheng said to Shang Xingzhou.
The lake water dripped from the tip of the sword in his hand and landed on the rocks, making a ticking sound, as if urging.
Shang Xingzhou didn't answer, just walked forward calmly, and came to him again.
He held the sword in both hands and raised it above his head.
The bare arms glistened in the sun, like real statues, perfectly displaying strength.
There is still no sword move, nor any mysterious meaning, just the simplest slash.
With a sound of rubbing, the air rubbed against the sword body violently, creating a dazzling firework.
A fiery and violent breath emanated from Shang Xingzhou's body and the sun.
The blood on the cyan robe instantly evaporated into green smoke.
The water stains on Chen Changsheng's sword also turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace.
The beautiful sword light came back, but it didn't stab Shang Xingzhou.
Chen Changsheng knew that Shang Xingzhou would not respond to his sword, so no matter how fast his sword was, it would be meaningless.
He can only return the sword.
when!
The two swords meet again.
Thunder resounded across the courtyard wall from the lakeside and resounded throughout Kyoto.
The torrential rain came again, the walls fell and the trees were destroyed, the wind howled, the shore collapsed and the rocks were chaotic, and the lake was flooded everywhere.
There are more than a dozen large or small ponds on the grass.
Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng disappeared.
They came to the library behind the grass.
The stone steps up to the library are covered with cobwebs and sink slightly.
Chen Changsheng was lying on the inside with his hands on the ground, ready to stand up.
The sword he took from the lake flew away again.
His stupid sword didn't break, but he couldn't catch Shang Xingzhou's domineering sword either.
The remnant wind blew the blue Taoist robe, making a rustling sound, and there were several cracks on it.
Shang Xingzhou walked towards the library.
Chen Changsheng didn't turn his head, his right hand landed on the broken step, and then drew it out.
Accompanied by the sound of metal rubbing against gravel, a sword appeared in his hand.
His movements seemed very natural, as if he had been prepared for a long time and had practiced countless times.
No matter how incredible the picture is, the more times it appears, it is difficult to surprise people.
Shang Xingzhou's expression did not change.
Chen Changsheng stood up, looked at him and said seriously: "Master, admit defeat."
Shang Xingzhou still didn't speak, and walked forward silently, holding the Dao sword with both hands and swinging it down.
The sun shines on the blade and bare arms.
The patterns on the sword body and the texture of the muscles are so clear.
The smell of life is as strong as the smell of death, intoxicating or frightening like strong wine.
There was a loud bang, and there was a lot of smoke and dust.
A deep gully appeared in front of the library.
The black and bright floor kept lifting and cracking.
Among the collapsed bookshelves, there are old books flying everywhere.
He used to watch the stars every night here.
Luoluo also spent many nights with him here.
But his master was here more than he was.
The windows were broken.
Chen Changsheng fell into the fountain in the front yard and was completely drenched.
The mouth of the holy lion statue stretched out its fangs and sprayed water.
The finger-thin water column fell on the top of his head, and the scene looked a little funny.
It was already very close to the gate of the courtyard, and one could hear the nervous breathing and exclamation in Baihua Lane.
People in Baihua Lane heard the sound of him falling into the fountain.
Powerful people like Wang Po, Xiang Wang, Zhong Shan Wang, and Ling Hai Zhi Wang can roughly "see" what is going on in the Orthodox Academy with just their ears.
The fountain is dimly lit.
A tall figure covered the sky.
Shang Xingzhou reappeared without giving Chen Changsheng any chance to breathe.
Tens of feet away, Wang Zhice and Tang Sanshiliu also appeared on the grass.
The rest of them should still be in the Herb Garden.
Xu Yourong appeared beside the forest on the other side, her pure white wings fluttering slightly.
Where is the little black dragon now
"I'm curious."
Wang Zhice watched Chen Changsheng stand up from the fountain, and said, "Is there a sword here? Where is it hidden?"
The statue of the holy lion is very majestic, the fountain is very large, but the pool is very shallow.
The teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy passed by from time to time, and it was hard not to notice the sword inside.
Tang Thirty-Six did not speak, but Chen Changsheng responded with actions.
He tiptoed and put his hand into the stone lion's mouth, the water splashed, and he took out a sword from it.
Looking at this scene, Xu Yourong thought of something, felt a little disgusted, and covered her mouth.
Wang Zhice said with emotion: "Is this okay?"
Tang Thirty-Six raised his eyebrows and said, "Why not?"
Wang Zhice sighed, "I thought it was just that sword."
Tang Thirty-Six said: "Wrong, I have hidden a lot of swords here."
Wang Zhice asked, "How many swords are there?"
"Everywhere."
Tang Thirty-Six opened his arms and closed his eyes, very intoxicated.
"As long as he is in the Orthodox Academy, he will not lose."
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The fountain broke suddenly, the tail of the stone lion fell off, and the fracture was very smooth.
Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng's sword met again.
The thunder sounded again.
It's just that this time it lasted for a long time and never stopped.
Swords were screaming everywhere in the Orthodox Academy, and there were occasional terrifying roars.
The figure of the master and the apprentice could not be seen.
From time to time, swords flew out of the woods, from the library, and slanted on the grass and the edge of the broken wall, shaking slightly.
During this period of time, I don't know how many swords Chen Changsheng found and was knocked into the air by Shang Xingzhou.
Suddenly, Jianming stopped.
The Orthodox Academy became unusually quiet.
The quietest place is a building to the west.
Judging from the architectural style, it should be a scripture hall for preaching, but for some unknown reason, the walls are painted vermilion, which is particularly conspicuous.
There are two rows of maple trees planted around the building, probably because of the array, no matter what the season, they are always red.
The cyan daoist robe was full of holes, densely packed, with sword intent remaining.
The blood kept oozing out from inside, it was very scary to watch.
Shang Xingzhou suffered many injuries.
Chen Changsheng's injuries were even worse, his face was pale, his body was covered in blood, and his hands hanging by his side trembled slightly.
"Do you still have the sword?"
Shang Xingzhou asked.
Chen Changsheng took out a dagger from the flowerpot beside him, and said, "This is the last one."
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