The sword intent entered the yellow paper umbrella, and the world around the mausoleum reacted, but the first thing to change was of course the yellow paper umbrella itself.
The yellow paper umbrella is still as usual, old and slightly dirty, without any change in appearance, but the aura it exudes has changed a lot. In this umbrella-shaped magic weapon with strong defense, it seems to have suddenly become an extremely sharp weapon. The sword, in Chen Changsheng's eyes, was obviously still an umbrella, but the feeling of a sword could be clearly felt in his hand.
The faint blue sword light arrived, carrying Nanke's absolute killing intent and extremely powerful true energy.
Chen Changsheng raised his yellow paper umbrella to meet him, as if holding a round shield, trying to block the enemy's spear.
Dozens of days ago, he often used this method when he was fighting with the two maids by the lake on the other side of the Zhouyuan cliff, but it is obvious that today's yellow paper umbrella is very different from that day's yellow paper umbrella. Big difference, because of that sword intent? But this is completely different from his previous use of the dagger to display his sword intent, it is two concepts.
The difference is that the yellow paper umbrella with that sword intent has become extremely powerful, even a little scary.
On the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, countless sharp cutting sounds suddenly sounded. Those sounds seemed to be cracks in space or turbulence in the air, rapid and short, but continuous. Countless seemingly subtle sword winds gushed out from the surface of the yellow paper umbrella, lingering around his body, spinning at high speed, cutting everything he encountered.
Yuxueya Road and that faint blue sword light.
The raindrops falling from the sky were cut into powder, the residual snow accumulated on the ground was chopped into fluff, countless deep sword marks appeared on the hard ground and stone walls, and even on the main entrance of the mausoleum. As for the faint blue sword glow that came from across the sky, before it had time to shine on the two galaxies of the Southern Cross, it was chopped into thousands of stars, and dispersed with the broken wind catkins .
Those sharp cutting sounds gradually deepened and then disappeared.
Those subtle sword winds gradually disappeared between the stone cliffs of the mausoleum and never reappeared.
The torrential rain continued to fall, but it seemed to be a lot more timid than before, especially the rain that fell on the yellow paper umbrella.
It was quiet.
In the grassland below the mausoleum, however, it gradually became noisy. The black sea-like tide of beasts faintly stirred up waves, showing signs of commotion.
Earlier when this sword intent entered Chen Changsheng's body and was used by him with the dagger, the beast tide could still remain calm, but when this sword intent entered the yellow paper umbrella, it easily chopped Nan Ke's sword intent, thus When certain things were proved, the thousands of monsters in the grassland could no longer control their emotions.
Some monsters tried to retreat timidly, and more monsters roared angrily towards the mausoleum. Countless roars merged together, like thunder, about to lift the dark sky. , I am afraid that the black ocean formed by the beast tide has already rushed towards Zhou Ling at this time.
Nan Ke didn't know why the monster reacted so strongly, because the appearance of that sword intent indicated that the sword pool might be about to appear in the world? Then why when the sword intent appeared earlier, the beast tide was not as violent as it is now? She was a little puzzled, her eyes fell on Xu Yourong's body through the rain. It was she who made Chen Changsheng abandon his sword and use his umbrella earlier.
Today, the field was full of strong players, Xu Yourong was seriously injured and extremely weak. Most of the time, he closed his eyes and didn't watch the battle, but she actually understood something. This made Nanke a little angry and unwilling, just like how she felt when the sword intent was used by Chen Changsheng earlier.
Here I still want to quote Tang Thirty-Six's famous statement, Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng are really two guys who are very good at making people speechless.
Xu Yourong braced himself, looked at the turmoil of beasts under the mausoleum, and said weakly, "Put the umbrella away."
Chen Changsheng listened to her and closed the yellow paper umbrella.
After the umbrella is folded, it looks like a sword. Many people have similar experiences. In the streets and alleys after the rain stops, they hold an umbrella and use the umbrella to stab the dirt and walls for fun.
why? Because after the umbrella is folded, it looks like a sword.
At this time, the yellow paper umbrella Chen Changsheng was holding in his left hand looked like a sword.
The beast tide around the mausoleum instantly became silent.
Those angry roars disappeared.
Those monsters who were commotioning and trying to go to the mausoleum became a little panicked, as if something big was about to happen. In the depths of the beast tide, those powerful monster beasts at the star-gathering level that looked like mountains and rivers began to emit a violent and bloody aura. The huge shadow in the sky became lower than before.
The sword pool is the biggest secret of Zhou Garden. The sword is the biggest taboo on the grassland.
What is the connection between this sword intent and the sword pond it represents, and the countless monsters rampaging across the grassland where the sun never sets? Xu Yourong silently deduced and calculated, his mind was exhausted rapidly, and his face became paler and paler. Finally, her eyes fell on the umbrella in Chen Changsheng's left hand, and she thought, it seems that this is really the legendary yellow paper umbrella.
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The world outside Zhou Garden is as wind and snow as ever.
The huge shadow in the sky became lower than before. In the distance of the snowfield, the figures of more than a dozen demon generals stood tall like mountains and rivers, exuding a bloody and powerful aura. So far, one demon general has been killed, seven demon generals have been injured, and three of them have lost limbs. The Demon Race has already paid a heavy enough price.
The snowflakes fell on Su Li's shoulders and were instantly cut into countless pieces.
There was blood on his sword, but there was no blood on his body. He seemed uninjured, but in fact he had consumed a lot. He could no longer condense the sword intent perfectly in his body, and began to leak out.
The black robe sat cross-legged on the snow hill, looked at him and said calmly, "Although your name is Su Li, you can't leave today."
Su Li looked at the shadow in the sky and remained silent.
"What do you like to eat the most, what do you dislike the most, where have you been to these years, how many people have been killed in Daxizhou, do you like mountains or the sea, how often do you write letters to your daughter, what did you pay homage to? How long did it take to practice the first sword move after joining Lishan Sword Sect, how many times you quarreled with your master, how many days did you cry after your master died in Zhou Garden..."
The black robe gently stroked the square plate in front of his knees with his slender fingers, and said, "All the information I can collect about you is used in this bureau, how could you leave?"
Su Li withdrew his gaze, looked at him and said tauntingly, "I don't like people like you the most. You still have to rely on strength to fight for life, but you always like to talk about reason and probability, even if you are about to die in the end. When you are dying, you still don't forget to put on the appearance of holding the wisdom pearl, who are you pretending to be?"
A deep laugh sounded from the black robe: "Of course it's for people like you who I count as dead."
Su Li sneered and said, "You really think everything can be calculated?"
The black robe said: "Why not?"
"Of course you know that the stars can move. Since the stars can move, how can there be a fixed destiny? If there is no destiny, how can you calculate it?"
Su Li looked at the night sky, but didn't see the two star-studded rivers in the south, but only saw the snowflakes falling in front of the shadow, and said in a clear voice, "Everything in the world is changing all the time, and the snow has been falling for a long time. , the accumulation is getting thicker, or it will avalanche at a certain moment, how can you calculate it?"
"The way of swordsmanship is not snow, and cultivation is not like falling snow. Quantitative changes may not necessarily lead to qualitative changes, and desperate situations cannot make you break through."
The black robe knew what his Xueluo's words were implying, and said calmly, "Because you are a genius of swordsmanship."
This sentence is a compliment, and it comes from the most mysterious demon army strategist in the mainland. Even Su Li should feel proud, but this sentence is even more heartbreaking.
If an unborn swordsman genius can break through, he has already broken through, whether it is the great terror between life and death, or any other means.
The black robe continued: "It's not because of any other reason that you can't make the Dao of the sword reach the Great Perfection. You never lack talent, understanding, ambition, and even the most crucial luck. The reason for this is because you lack the most important thing. One thing, that thing is very important to Kendo."
Of course Su Li understood what he was talking about.
"The way of the sword, one cultivates the sword."
The voice of the black robe did not have any emotional ups and downs, and made a cold conclusion: "Without a sword worthy of you, your swordsmanship will never be complete."
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