This sword really wasn't a sword move, the movement of the sword was extremely unstable, and the heart of the sword was even worse, because as soon as Chen Changsheng noticed something strange when he drew the sword, he was at a loss suddenly.
What kind of accident made it difficult for such a calm and precocious him to keep his mind? —The moment he drew the sword, he suddenly discovered that the dagger that had been with him for a long time no longer belonged to him, and he began to act on his own! Cutting through the wind and rain with the dagger, and cutting towards Nanke behind the wind and rain, it seemed that he swung the sword to complete the sword move, but in fact, it had nothing to do with him. In his initial thought, in the face of Nanke's full blow, he was going to use the most powerful sword among the true swords of the national religion, but...
The dagger didn't follow his will and used that sword technique, but just stabbed straight through.
This stab was extremely reckless. If there were any bystanders in this battle, watching Chen Changsheng make such a sword move, they would definitely think that he was sending himself to death.
What exactly is going on? There is a force in his body, no, it is not strength, nor is it breath, but a feeling that is difficult to describe in words, making him hold the short sword and stab the wind and rain in front of him. Because of that feeling, in pursuit of that feeling, the whole movement is very natural.
The sword that pierced the cold wind and rain was not straight. The path of the sword was crooked. It looked like a random line left by a child who had just learned to write. He didn't have any deep meaning, but that feeling went straight to the depths of his heart, making him realize it very vividly.
Just like the sword gesture, that feeling is the excitement of leaving the abyss, the ecstasy of seeing the blue sky, the joy and joy, and the endless joy.
For some reason, inexplicably, this dagger trembled with excitement.
How could such a sword pierce through the cold wind and rain, resist Nanke's full blow head-on, how could it possibly defeat this terrifyingly powerful princess of the Demon Race
However, in just an instant, the dagger pierced crookedly, piercing the wind and rain in front of him with ease, and then pierced Nan Ke's eyes.
On the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, there was a soft chirp, as if something had been punctured.
Immediately afterwards, there was a buzzing sound, as if a huge bell was being struck by a giant tree held by countless wrestlers.
A strong vibration was born, and the air gushed away in all directions, rolling up countless smoke, dust and residues of rain and snow.
Amidst the smoke, dust, rain and snow, Nan Ke's angry howl sounded! Just like in the battle at the top of Muyu Peak, her howl was still clear, but compared to that night, her howl at this time was no longer so calm, powerful and confident, but full of pain, puzzlement and shock .
The strong breath instantly shook the smoke, dust, rain and snow on the stone platform to the audience, making it clear.
Nanke retreated quickly, his feet landed on the boundary line between the stone platform and the Shinto, and there was a muffled slap, and several cracks appeared on the bluestone there.
A half-foot-long green feather, with a sense of enchantment and beauty, slowly floated down on the stone platform.
Nanke's face was pale, and his eyes were full of anger and a trace of bewilderment when he looked at Chen Changsheng. After a while, she withdrew her gaze and looked somewhere on her dark green left wing, only to see a sword wound there, which was slowly overflowing with blood, and the dim skylight from the distant horizon penetrated from there.
There was silence in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.
Probably because of the pain in her whistling, Xu Yourong also woke up, staring at the scene in front of him, speechless. Nan Ke looked at Chen Changsheng again, his eyes fell on the dagger held in his right hand, his pupils shrank slightly. She didn't understand why this dagger was so sharp? What kind of sword technique is this? Why did the sword intent become so strong
Chen Changsheng was also looking at the sword in his hand with a somewhat bewildered expression. He has been with the short sword that his senior brother gave him day and night for more than a year, but why does this sword feel a little strange to him now? He knew that this dagger was not weaker than the sharpness of those divine weapons in the Hundred Weapons List, but why did this dagger have such a strong sword intent
Yes, at this time he had already confirmed that the strong feeling before was the sword intent. The short sword follows that feeling, pursues that feeling, it looks crooked and ugly, but in fact it is very natural, as if walking in the clouds and drinking in the water. This feeling is of course sword intent, and it can only be sword intent.
It's just that this sword intent... doesn't belong to him, because even if he can achieve a clear sword heart, his realm is still not enough to cultivate such a powerful sword intent. Where did this sword intent come from? If it wasn't for the sword intent possessed by the short sword itself, then when did it enter his body
The knuckles of his knuckles holding the sword hilt were a little white, thinking with confusion and shock, could this sword intent be the sword intent that the yellow paper umbrella had been looking for? Is it the sword intent that led him across the vast grassland to Zhou Ling? Didn't this sword intent disappear? when did you come And why did you come
He knew more about this sword intent, so he thought more. Nan Ke didn't need to think so much, so he woke up faster than him. The shock and anger in his eyes dissipated, and he returned to the previous indifference and dullness. , attacked him again without hesitation, she vaguely guessed something, and was going to prove whether her guess was right through fighting.
As for whether she will be injured, this has never been her concern.
The cold rain fell again, and the wings of more than ten feet long set off a hurricane on the stone platform. The strong wind rose again, turning those raindrops into gravel, and hitting Chen Changsheng's face and body.
A sparrow chirped.
There was a clang.
Nanke appeared in front of him again, holding the Southern Cross Sword in his right hand, and slashed towards his forehead.
This is her first time with a sword. In other words, in her eyes, Chen Changsheng could finally become an opponent at the same level as Xu Yourong.
If it was normal, if it was the days before, if it was just a moment ago, it would be very difficult for Chen Changsheng to take this sword. Although his sword heart is transparent and his sword intent is flawless, his sword intent is much weaker than the terrifying sword intent attached to the Southern Cross sword by Zhu Nanke. But at this time, without even thinking about it, he swung his sword out.
In fact, he didn't need to think about it.
That feeling reappeared in his heart, and the sword in his hand was completely swung according to that feeling.
It seems to be an understatement, but it is actually mysterious.
There was a loud bang in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, and several extremely deep cracks appeared on the bluestone floor.
Nan Ke's Southern Cross sword was blocked by the dagger in his hand.
Her Southern Cross swordsmanship had not had time to fully display its full power before it was broken by the dagger in his hand.
A sword light gushed out from the tip of the dagger, about three feet long, as if it wanted to illuminate the entire mausoleum.
The green wing rolled back suddenly, protecting Nanke in front of her. Accompanied by a painful murmur, she fled back again, her feet landed on the edge of the stone platform, and a crack was stepped on the bluestone there again.
However, this was not enough, the extremely sharp streak directly penetrated her wings and stabbed between her eyebrows.
With wings shaking, Nanke jumped up and landed on the Shinto.
But this is still not enough.
She jumped up again, and retreated into the rainy sky behind her.
Still not enough.
She had to retreat again and again and again.
Only a series of dense bluestone cracks could be heard.
Her feet were like plows, dragging out two clear marks on the hard bluestone on the Shinto path, until she retreated hundreds of feet away, and finally stopped!
It was quiet.
The dark clouds in the sky kept falling cold rain, and the entire Zhou Mausoleum was shrouded in it, both the stone platform and the divine way were already wet.
The sound of rain seems to have disappeared.
A streak of blood slowly flowed from the corner of Nanke's lips, and was quickly washed away by the growing cold rain.
Chen Changsheng looked at the dagger in his hand, felt the extremely powerful sword intent, and didn't know what to do.
In fact, the sword intent was not in the yellow paper umbrella, nor in the dagger, but in his body.
Because the person that sword intends to help is him.
He raised his head, walked to the dividing line between the stone platform and the Shinto, looked at Nan Ke in the rain hundreds of meters away, and said, "Now, I seem to be able to defeat you."
The rain was dripping down Nanke's pale face, dripping down her wet black hair, she looked pitiful, but her expression was still so indifferent and arrogant, condescending that she couldn't see that she had just lost two swords in a row, and there was no room for retaliation , the voice was equally cold: "This is not your sword intent at all!"
Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while, and asked, "So?"
Nan Ke said blankly: "Even if I lose, I will still lose in the hands of this sword intent. What does it have to do with you?"
Yes, this sword intent cannot belong to Chen Changsheng. Whether it was her fighting Chen Changsheng, the pair of powerful demon generals watching the battle under the Shinto, the old man playing the piano, or Xu Yourong who just opened his eyes and saw this scene, they all knew this very well.
That sword intent is too sharp, completely inconsistent with Chen Changsheng's way of cultivation, the key is that this sword intent is too strong, this kind of strength can even make up for the difference in the amount of true energy, and it can't be cultivated without time. This kind of sword intent requires at least hundreds of years of kendo exploration. He is only fifteen years old, no matter how talented he is in kendo, it is impossible to achieve this!
No one can do it, not even the demons.
Even if Zhou Dufu lived it all over again, he couldn't do it.
"Yes, this is not my sword intent." Chen Changsheng looked at the boundless grassland behind the black ocean-like beast tide under the mausoleum, then looked at Nanke and said, "But this sword intent came to me, willing For my use, it proves that I am qualified to use it, then it...is my sword intent."
Nan Ke asked: "Where did this sword intent... come from?"
Chen Changsheng looked into her eyes and said honestly, "You should have guessed it."
Around the mausoleum, the Shinto went up and down, and there was silence, because of shock.
Although, as Chen Changsheng said, Nanke had already guessed the truth of the matter, he still couldn't believe it and was very unwilling.
It was raining like a torrential rain, and it was bitingly damp and cold, but her voice was a little dry: "Jianchi?"
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