That day at the lakeside, once the two servants of Nanke got together, Chen Changsheng had no more chances. Get out of trouble with a yellow paper umbrella. But now, based on the time in the grassland where the sun never sets, only a few tens of days had passed since that bloody and sinister battle, and he was able to force back the combined attack of the two servants that had been preparing for a long time with one sword, and even injured them. How could a practitioner make such great progress in such a short period of time? What happened to him
From this sword, it is very clear that Chen Changsheng's realm has not changed at all, he is still in the upper realm of Tongyou, and at the same time, the amount of his true energy is still much less than that of practitioners of the same level. This sword move is certainly subtle, but The biggest difference is that his true essence became abnormally cold for some reason, and a large snowflake condensed out purely by using the sword force.
Even this... is not the most important change. The most important thing is the change of his sword intent. His sword intent is extremely condensed and has become a substance.
You have to know how to follow your heart, how can his sword heart be so smooth and transparent in just a few dozen days
The shock was only momentary, and there was no time to think more deeply during the battle. Accompanied by the sound of light wings vibrating through the air at high speed, the two servants turned into a streamer of light and attacked the stone platform again.
On the edge of the stone platform, a bright sword light illuminated the surrounding space. The sword light appeared so suddenly, it was incandescent, like lightning.
laugh! The sword's edge pierced through the air.
The stream of light stagnated, and then quickly retreated, turning into countless light spots in the air tens of feet away, and then dissipated.
It was still the Mountain-Upside-Down Stick of the Orthodox Academy, the sword was still cold, the sword intent was still concise, and the sword heart was still so transparent and smooth, it was unimaginably clean.
Chen Changsheng held the sword in front of him, and there was no expression of joy on his face, nor was he proud of the sudden disappearance of the pair of wings of light, on the contrary he became more vigilant.
Because he knew very well that although his sword intent had improved a lot, the first sword could unexpectedly hurt the two attendants, but it should be impossible for the second sword to have such a perfect effect, the sword light like electricity, It only hurt the left shoulder of the woman named Ning Qiu, and did not seriously injure the opponent, so naturally it is impossible to disperse the opponent's light wings.
The reason why the light wings dissipated into countless light spots was because someone confirmed that the two attendants were not his opponents, and they didn't want them to waste any more time.
Following the scattered light spots, his eyes landed on the ground in front of the mausoleum at the end of the thousands of feet of divine way, and then he saw the little girl in her teens.
The light spots fell on her body and disappeared, and her expression did not change at all, because she had no expression from the beginning to the end.
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Nan Ke looked at the end of the thousands of feet of divine way, looked at the young human man and woman on the stone platform, and did not speak.
According to her calculations, Xu Yourong fled all the way. After killing those monsters in the early stage, the blood of the true phoenix should have been exhausted, and now there should be only the poisonous blood that she planted in her body. Logically speaking, even if she can support this mausoleum , should be dead at this time, why is she still alive? But it doesn't matter, it is obvious that she is too weak to fight anymore, although this fateful duel cannot be said to be her own victory, but the god of death is the fairest referee, she will die, and she will live, that is enough, the problem Because of that boy named Chen Changsheng...
Her teacher, Heipao, didn't tell her all of Zhou Yuan's plans, and she naturally didn't know about it. Because of the yellow paper umbrella and some other reasons, Heipao didn't have time to tell her the final decision. He thought that Chen Changsheng, like Qijian and Zhexiu, was a target that he had to kill, but now it seemed that he was not as easy to kill as he imagined.
She is no stranger to the name Chen Changsheng, not because he won the first place in the human race, nor because he saw all the tombstones in one night, nor because he is the youngest dean of the Orthodox Academy in history, It's because he is Xu Yourong's fiancé. She never expected that this human boy could heal his injuries while fleeing all the way in the grassland. Moreover, although his realm has not improved, it is still better than the dozens of people Zhu Shuangshi once described in detail. The performance in the battle a few days ago, sword intent and combat power, obviously had a qualitative leap.
What happened in the grassland? Or did this change happen after they entered the tomb
Thinking of this, her mood became even worse. Of course, no matter how miraculous encounters Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong had, she could still easily kill them by issuing an order to the beasts to attack through the soul tree, but she didn't do that because the beasts had a huge impact on this mausoleum. Still retaining a certain kind of natural awe, it would take too much of her mind to force them to attack, and more importantly, she didn't want this great and sacred tomb to be surrounded by these muddy, stinking, and extremely stupid The monsters made a mess. If possible, she would not want to get close to this mausoleum with any life other than her own, let alone set foot in it. She had no choice but to reluctantly accept Xu Yourong and... At this time, Chen Changsheng was standing on the high platform in front of the mausoleum. From her point of view, although they were enemies, they had enough blood talent to not defile the tomb.
Yes, in her eyes, this is a great and sacred mausoleum.
Because the human being buried in this mausoleum is the most admired object in her life, even surpassing her teacher, not to mention her father.
She has never expressed this kind of thinking, and sometimes deliberately expresses some contrary views in Xuelao City, because even the demons believe in the strong, and privately respect and even fanatically worship the human demon in this tomb. There are not a lot of people, but she is a noble demon princess after all, how can she worship a human being
But she never lied to her heart.
She infinitely adored the human man buried in the mausoleum.
In Xuelao City, in Demon Realm, her father was as powerful as the night sky, and only that man had torn off a corner of this night sky.
Looking at the past and the future, looking at the continents and oceans, as long as he is under the starry sky, that man is always the most powerful individual. In her opinion, such a strong man deserves the awe of all life, not to mention that there are countless secret connections between her teacher and that man, and that connection has long been the greatest glory in her heart.
Today, she finally came to this mausoleum.
Compared with this matter itself, the dignity of Her Highness the Demon Princess and the indifferent attitude of the father towards him are not important.
With such a mood, Nanke walked towards the mausoleum along the Shinto path.
The divine way is thousands of feet long, and with her level of cultivation, it only takes a moment to cross it, but in order to show respect for the people in the tomb, she did not do so. Her steps were very soft, but her attitude was extremely cautious, she walked very slowly, her expression was very solemn, as if she was worshiping.
As she walked, hundreds of dark green tail feathers slowly emerged behind her, and then began to flutter in the wind. It was so beautiful and coquettish that it was difficult to describe in words. The sun at the edge of the grassland has turned into a blurred light cluster, and the night is even darker. Walking on the Shinto, she reflected the last twilight, and it became brighter and brighter, as if it was burning.
Looking at this scene, Xu Yourong's eyes also lit up, and then dimmed slightly, because no matter how much she wanted to fight Nan Ke in this state, she was already powerless to fight again. Chen Changsheng's eyes did not become brighter, because his eyes were always so bright, just like Nan Ke's expression would not change, because she never had any expression.
In Tang Sanshiliu's words, his eyes are like two mirrors, shining brightly, often making people feel flustered.
Like Xu Yourong, he also clearly felt that Nan Ke had adjusted his state to a near-perfect level by walking cautiously on the Shinto path as if worshiping, displaying an unimaginable strength, but unlike Xu Yourong, he He didn't have any fighting intentions, and he didn't want to fight Nan Ke in such a state at all.
This is the biggest difference between him and peerless geniuses like Xu Yourong and Nanke. He never fought for the sake of fighting, never won for the sake of winning, and when he did these things, it was usually for one reason: to live. In order to live, he thinks this is the most sacred reason, or meaning. Therefore, he does not need to adjust, does not need to meditate, does not need to worship, and does not need to bathe, burn incense, and fast for three days. When he had to start fighting, he must have been prepared.
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It's just that his state doesn't seem to be perfect today.
This is most likely the last fight of his life, and he doesn't have any confidence, but that's not a problem, because he has won too many fights without any reason to win. The problem is that when he should be concentrating on this battle, he is a little distracted, and he always feels that there are some things that are not done.
At this time, Nan Ke has reached the last section of the Shinto, and there are still more than a hundred feet away from him.
He finally couldn't hold back, and turned to look at Xu Yourong.
"What's wrong?" Xu Yourong asked.
Chen Changsheng looked at her face and wanted to reach out to touch her face, but he didn't dare.
Xu Yourong raised his limp hand and patted his shoulder lightly, as if to brush off the snow from his clothes.
Those few snowflakes have already melted away.
Satisfied, Chen Changsheng looked into her eyes and said very seriously: "If we can leave Zhou Garden alive, I will definitely go find you."
Xu Yourong looked into his eyes, suppressed her embarrassment, and said calmly, "No, I'll go find you."
"Okay." Chen Changsheng had never answered so quickly.
If Nanke gave up his worship-like gesture at this time and attacked violently, he and she might be dead.
Fortunately, Nanke didn't do that.
Once this is done, there is finally nothing to distract you.
Chen Changsheng looked at the little girl walking slowly on the Shinto path, calm and focused.
As countless people have said, practice is never a fair thing. Although he has read Dao Zang since he was a child, and his physique is also different from ordinary people. It's so easy to make up for, not to mention, there is still a black ocean turned into a beast tide around the mausoleum.
This is a battle of life and death.
But he is still so calm, showing a composure and composure far beyond his age. If you only look at the back, he has the demeanor of a master of swordsmanship at this time.
He was able to force back a strong enemy with a single sword before because his sword heart was different from before. This long escape in the grassland lasted for dozens of days, and the most he and Xu Yourong did was talk. The most talked about is practice. From the Temple of Rain to the Temple of Snow, from the reeds in autumn to the grass island in summer, they are always talking about this. He has the talent for cultivation, but has no combat experience. Xu Yourong taught him a lot. More importantly, her attitude towards practice and life, that kind of indifference, calmness, and calmness, has influenced him a lot.
This is Dao Xin.
Jianxin is also a genus of Daoxin.
If you want to talk about the enlightenment of the mind, who can be stronger than Xu Yourong among the young generation in the whole practice world
When two swords intersect, the edge becomes sharper, and so does the heart of the sword.
Now that his sword heart is clear, his sword intent is naturally strong and pure.
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Xu Yourong didn't know that he was only fifteen years old this year. But looking at his back, her dim eyes brightened again, as if the dry mountain had finally ushered in a new rain.
She left his side, went back to the main entrance of the mausoleum, found a corner where she could shelter from the rain, snow, wind, and sat cross-legged, wrapping the warm linen cloth around her body.
His attitude towards life has already influenced her a lot.
So, she closed her eyes and began to rest.
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