With a snap, the dagger in Chen Changsheng's hand hit Nanke's wrist accurately. If Nanke's previous finger hadn't been too magical, the edge of the dagger fluttered like catkins. He could only go with the flow, he could even turn his wrist forcibly and hit her wrist with the edge of his sword.
Even if he can't, there is still great power in his seemingly small falling sword, even an adult magic general can't ignore it, but Nan Ke's expression remains unchanged, as if he doesn't feel anything, the blade is as sharp as a tail feather Although his fingers deviated from the original direction, they still continued forward forcefully, stabbing his chest and abdomen accurately!
A burst of spring thunder broke out on the high platform in front of the mausoleum, Chen Changsheng's body turned into a stream of light and swept backwards, and fell heavily on the stone door of the mausoleum with a dull impact sound. Splashed out from the gap between them, and diffused over the stone platform, making the picture a little blurry.
Amidst the friction between the clothes and the rough stone surface, Chen Changsheng slid from the stone gate to the ground, his knees slightly bent, his face pale, the blood that was about to gush from his throat was forcibly swallowed back into his stomach, and the sea of consciousness was shaken by the violent shock. The pain he brought could not be eliminated, and what was even more frightening was that countless stone chips fell from the Lingshan Mountain where the Nether Mansion in his body was located, and Nanke's seemingly random blow almost caused him serious injuries.
His bent knees gradually straightened, and the surging blood and true essence gradually calmed down. He stood up, stared into Nanke's eyes, and waited for the next attack to come.
Nanke did not launch a second attack immediately, but looked at his left hand.
Chen Changsheng held a dagger in his right hand and a yellow paper umbrella in his left hand. After he walked out of the mausoleum, he held this umbrella in his hand all the time.
Previously, Nan Ke's fingers failed to directly pierce his chest and abdomen, but instead pricked the umbrella surface.
Like many little girls, Nan Ke's eyebrows were thin and a little pale. Looking at the yellow paper umbrella in his hand at this time, his eyebrows were raised, which seemed a little surprised. She had heard the two maids, Hua Cui and Ning Qiu, carefully report on the battle with Chen Changsheng, and knew that this human boy had an old umbrella, which was a bit weird. However, she didn't understand what the so-called weirdness was until the moment before, when all the terrifying killing intent and power condensed between her fingers were completely blocked by that umbrella. But what really surprised her was that Chen Changsheng stood up instead of being knocked down.
Even with the old umbrella whose defensive ability is beyond imagination as a barrier, most of his power must have fallen on Chen Changsheng. He is not Xu Yourong, nor the monster princess named Luoluo. He does not have a strong enough bloodline talent. Even if it is a perfect marrow washing, logically there is no way to bear it, so why can he still stand up
She didn't think much about it, because some accidental accidents couldn't change the general situation.
This great mausoleum will be inherited by her, and the adulterer Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng will surely die in her hands.
"Your steps are wrong." She looked at Chen Changsheng and said.
On the grassland behind her, the beast tide was like a sea, and the shadows in the sky were like night.
When she said this, she raised her chin slightly, her expression was indifferent, she was obviously much shorter than Chen Changsheng, but she was condescending, she was obviously younger than Chen Changsheng, but her tone of voice seemed to be educating her own students, obviously She was just a petite and even thin girl, but she seemed like a master of a generation.
Chen Changsheng knew what she said was correct. His Yezhi step, which was inspired by the assassination of the Luoluo Yezhi tribe and discovered in Daozang, is just a simplified version. A kind of imitation that a certain former sage can try to carry out.
Nanke is not a member of the Yezhi tribe, but she is the noblest and purest royal family in the demon clan. The talent of her bloodline allows her to master the Yezhi step, and it is the perfect version of the Yeshi step.
It had to be said that it was a very stupid thing for him to fight her with Yezhibu just now.
The reason why Nanke said this was because Chen Changsheng's orthodox school's downhill stick had obvious admonishment meanings, which made her very displeased, and she wanted him to understand who was qualified to teach the other party a lesson.
After finishing this sentence, her goal has been achieved, so naturally she won't say any more nonsense.
Her figure suddenly disappeared at the edge of the stone platform, and the next moment, she reappeared in front of Chen Changsheng, still thrusting her finger out, still stabbing at the center of his brow.
Tens of years ago, in the wetland at the edge of the grassland, Chen Changsheng looked at her on the shore and said that she was sick, that she had cross-eyed eyes, and that the pinecone in the center of her brow was out of order by the powerful soul, then She was going to poke a blood hole between his brows today to see if there was anything wrong with him, and at the same time, she also wanted to see which one was uglier, three eyes or cross eyes.
She is a demon princess with amazing bloodline talent, but after all, she is a girl in her teens, so it is natural to be angry, but her attack is definitely not a joke, it is very terrifying.
Chen Changsheng knew with certainty that he couldn't be faster than her, whether it was his body skills or the speed of his sword, so he had no way to attack her, so he had no choice but to defend.
The cold wind in the mausoleum was suddenly strong, as if it was midwinter, countless sword lights lit up around him, and then faded away, like snowflakes illuminated by the first ray of sunlight in the morning in front of the village.
Xuanshuang's chill came out with the momentum of the sword, and hundreds of ice mirrors were formed in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. The shape and texture of those ice mirrors were extremely smooth, and each mirror was his sword intent.
There was only a crackling sound, and the ice mirror turned into countless flakes of frost and splashed out, forming a snowball in the dark sky, and then shattered.
Almost at the same moment, dozens of ice mirrors in front of his eyes shattered simultaneously.
A strange snow fell in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. The snow particles were hard and even icy, and the cold wind became more severe.
An extremely clear hole appeared in the wind and snow, anyone could see that it was the result of a thin figure.
The cold wind blew on Chen Changsheng's face, causing his slender eyelashes to tremble non-stop, unable to stay still.
Nanke's figure appeared, and the thin finger was still piercing his forehead.
With a bang, Chen Changsheng opened the yellow paper umbrella with his left hand, and chopped off the dagger in his right hand, the real sword of the Orthodox Academy!
Nanke's fingertips landed on the umbrella, like a branch poking into the wet and heavy bedding, making a slight muffled sound.
Then she floated back, avoiding the extremely pure sword force, and stood back on the edge of the stone platform, her wings fluttering slowly in the falling snow and frost.
Her finger is not a branch, but a mountain.
Chen Changsheng's body was sent flying again, and he hit the stone door of the mausoleum heavily.
He was standing very close to the stone gate, but the impact was even heavier, and even the rain and snowflakes accumulated on the ground jumped up due to the impact.
The smoke and dust rose again, and he slipped from the stone door of the mausoleum to the ground. This time, it took him a longer time to stand up with difficulty, and the smoke and dust had already subsided.
Looking at Nan Ke standing on the edge of the stone platform, his eyes did not waver, but he felt a little helpless.
This little princess of the Demon Race is really too powerful, to the point of terror.
He was far behind the opponent no matter the amount of true essence and vigor, cultivation level, combat awareness, and the most basic and important strength and speed.
Now his sword heart is transparent, and his sword intent is clear and dust-free, which can be called perfect, just like the ice mirrors he cut out with his sword before.
However, the perfect ice mirror condensed by these perfect sword intents is... vulnerable to a single blow in front of this little demon princess.
She is a mountain.
No matter how beautiful the garden architecture, no matter how harmonious and seamless state of mind, no matter how powerful the body, no matter how cold the sword intent, they will be directly crushed into powder by this mountain.
How can we defeat her
Unless he has the same blood talent as hers and the same amount of true energy.
But he didn't.
The severed veins in his body doomed him to be difficult to live beyond the age of twenty, and it also doomed his path of cultivation to be much more difficult than normal practitioners in some respects, no matter how much starlight he attracted and stored outside the Nether Mansion. There are many lakes, no matter how thick the snowfield is in the wilderness, no matter how violently burning without fear of death, it still cannot output enough true essence.
Then he has only one way, and that is to make his sword stronger.
The Three Thousand Ways and the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship are right there for people to read and then practice, even if they can memorize them fluently, they are just the Three Thousand Ways and the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship.
If you want to make the sword stronger in a short period of time, it has nothing to do with the moves of the sword, it can only make the sword stronger.
In other words, find a stronger sword intent.
Where to find such a powerful sword intent
At this point, it has finally come to an end
No, Chen Changsheng didn't think so, because it was because of a sword intent that he walked across the long grassland and came to this mausoleum.
These days, he has been thinking about what the sword intent summoned him to come here, and whether the sword intent needs to do something himself. Now it seems that this speculation may not be wrong, but at least at this moment , it's not that sword intent that needs him, but that he needs that sword intent.
That sword intent is around this majestic mausoleum, hidden for some reason.
That sword intent must be waiting for him.
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The sun never sets on the grassland at dusk, and the sky in the distance is covered by that terrifying shadow. The cold and bloody smell from the black ocean-like beast tide on the grassland keeps floating in the air. I don’t know if it’s because For these reasons, many dark clouds gradually gathered over the mausoleum, and the air became damp and cold.
Without warning, a cold rain fell, wet the boulders in the mausoleum, and painted the color of the world deeper.
Wrapped in sackcloth, Xu Yourong leaned against the corner next to the main entrance of the mausoleum, unexpectedly being drenched by the cold rain.
Standing in the cold rain with a yellow paper umbrella, Chen Changsheng looked at Nanke on the edge of the stone platform, wondering what he was thinking.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
It wasn't because Nanke radiated light, it wasn't because he thought of something, but because he looked over Nanke, landed in the depths of the distant grassland, and saw a rainbow.
That rainbow should actually be called a rainbow of light, because there are no colorful colors, it's just dazzling white.
The light in his eyes is the shadow of that rainbow.
The yellow paper umbrella in his hand trembled slightly.
That ray of light originated tens of miles away in the northwest direction.
There is no rain on the grassland there, and there are pools of water everywhere under the weeds and reeds, more like a sea.
There was a weed there, which suddenly broke.
The calm mirror-like water surface in the grass suddenly shattered.
The grass is broken into chips, and the water is broken into lines.
Those lines are very similar to the common patterns on swords.
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