Nanke followed the divine way to a place tens of feet away from the stone platform, and looked at the picture in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum with a slightly different mood. Xu Yourong closed her eyes, her pale face was calm, as if what was about to happen had nothing to do with her. This gesture represents her absolute trust in someone. That person was naturally Chen Changsheng standing on the edge of the stone platform.
Nanke looked at Chen Changsheng, a little puzzled, even if he was Xu Yourong's fiancé, how could she trust him so much? Chen Changsheng was also looking at her. That morning, by the lakeside covered with thick reeds, he and Nanke only had one face-to-face, and then turned and entered the grassland. After dozens of days passed, he saw this terrifying demon girl again.
It is not accurate to say that she is a young girl. She is probably only about ten years old when she sees her childish eyebrows and eyes. The distance between her eyes is slightly wide, so that her forehead also looks a little wide. Her eyes are indifferent or dull, giving people a dull feeling. This was precisely because the peacock spirit in her eyebrows was too powerful. He confirmed that he was not mistaken at the beginning, this little girl was indeed sick. He thought about it, but didn't say anything. After fleeing in the grassland for so long, he had already figured it out that cross-eyed is really not a nice word, and he was very nervous at this moment, and the hand holding the dagger hilt was not sweating. , but the knuckles are a little white.
——He now knows that Nan Ke is Her Royal Highness Princess of the Demon Clan, and it is said that she is the one with the highest bloodline talent among all the children of the Demon Lord. What is even more frightening is that she is the only disciple of the mysterious and powerful Black Robe, a military strategist of the Demon Clan. At the lakeside over there, he couldn't even beat Nanke's two maids. Even if his swordsmanship has been greatly improved now, how can he be her opponent
A real battle never has a prologue. The battle that took place on the stone platform of the mausoleum will determine the ownership of Zhou Ling and the final success or failure of this big conspiracy of the demons. Naturally, there will be no such long-winded lines and temptations. , without any delay or warning, as the wind blows around the mausoleum, the battle begins.
The dark green wings fluttered in the wind behind Nanke, and there was a soft buzzing sound, which meant that the air was rapidly deforming and being shaken away. Her petite body disappeared from the spot in an instant, and she came to Chen Changsheng's place the next moment. In front of her, she stretched out her thin index finger, and pierced his brow with a terrifying breath.
She came so fast and moved even faster, so that Chen Changsheng, who had been accumulating his momentum for a long time and had already pushed his sword to the extreme... was too late to draw his sword. With her wings, she is so fast, so fast that it is unimaginable. She can probably be ranked in the top position in the entire continent. Except for people like Jin Yulu, who can keep up
At this time, it was too late for Chen Changsheng to respond, such as drawing his sword, slashing his sword, stabbing, cutting, chopping, or teasing.
He couldn't keep up with Nanke's speed and rhythm. As long as he tried to make a move, he would be stabbed between the eyebrows by her fingertips first.
Her finger was very slender and looked ordinary, but the aura carried between her fingers was terrifying. Anyone could imagine what would happen if she was hit by this finger.
So he can only do nothing, back away quickly, and then retreat into nothingness.
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hum! This soft sound came from Nanke's fingertips. The terrifying strength was concentrated but not released. It failed to touch the center of Chen Changsheng's eyebrows, but it seemed that the space on the edge of the stone platform was about to burst open.
Chen Changsheng suddenly disappeared in front of her eyes, which finally caused some changes in her dull expression.
This was a difficult thing to understand, but it didn't make her think too much, and it didn't make her vigilant, because she understood it, but didn't care.
Chen Changsheng's figure had just appeared in another place on the stone platform, and she appeared almost at the same time, still pointing at his forehead. This fact made Chen Changsheng a little surprised that the other party could keep up with his footsteps? You must know that this has nothing to do with speed, he uses the most mysterious and fastest evasion step in a short distance.
His figure disappeared again, and Nanke's figure also disappeared. The next moment, his figure appeared in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, followed by Nanke's figure there. On the high platform in front of the mausoleum, there was no strong wind howling, only a gentle breeze, and the two figures appeared and disappeared. Any sound that occurs is extremely weird.
Chen Changsheng had no way to get rid of her, no way to get rid of that slender finger that was getting closer and closer to the center of his brow, no way to get rid of that horrible breath and the smell of death.
He took one step from Xue Su's step to avoid the finger, and when he appeared, he realized that he had been forced by Nanke to the edge of the cliff.
In the Great Court Examination, by the lakeside, Ye Shibu, who had turned him from defeat to victory countless times, was obviously meaningless to Nanke.
But at least it bought him some time.
Between the silent and strange figure grazing, time walked a short distance, after all, he still walked some distance, which gave him a chance to draw his sword.
Across the thin finger, his eyes fell on her eyebrows, with an extremely focused expression.
wipe! An extremely bright sword light appeared on the edge of the platform, as if to illuminate the dark sky.
It is also the downhill stick of the Orthodox Academy.
This is his most familiar and favorite stick method, or sword method, so it is the fastest.
But... still not as fast as Nanke, or in other words, Nanke is too strong, so strong that he can easily break his sword.
To draw a sword, at least one needs to move one's wrist.
Bend your fingers, just move your fingers.
Nan Ke's finger that was piercing the center of his eyebrows slightly bent, and the fingertips hit his sword with extreme precision.
When there was a clear sound, it was as if a newly cast tile clock was hit by a black stone carried by a swallow.
Chen Changsheng's short sword swung, and a force that was too majestic and unbearable for him spread along the blade to his shoulder.
If it was an ordinary sword, Nan Ke's finger would have been smashed into pieces.
If it was an ordinary human cultivator in the upper realm of Tongyou, Nanke's finger would shake his shoulders.
Fortunately, this short sword is not an ordinary sword. Chen Changsheng's body bathed in dragon's blood is more perfect than the perfect marrow washing.
When Nanke's fingertips continued to approach his eyebrows, the dagger in his hand swung back like a reed.
It was still the downhill stick of the Orthodox Academy, but this time it was no longer stabbing, but smashing.
The dagger in his hand fell towards... Nanke's wrist.
He didn't attack Nanke's eyebrows, because it had been confirmed that the fundamental factor that determined speed was strength, and his speed couldn't surpass Nanke.
He can only choose a method with the shortest attack distance.
This movement is very small and requires turning the wrist, which looks very casual.
At this moment, the sword is no longer a sword, but a teaching stick, or really a teaching whip.
What he used was no longer a sword technique, but a real mountain stick.
He wants to hit Nan Ke on the wrist, just like a teacher punishes a bad student.
There was a snap.
He hit it.
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