The wind was a little bit cold, and the face was slightly painful, but it was just a cold wind, and it did not come from the spiritual attack of the old man playing the piano. Those water mist thoughts like mountain ghosts and witch tigers seem to avoid the yellow paper umbrella, but they can't really avoid it.
The yellow paper umbrella in Chen Changsheng's hand was made of countless rare materials from the Tang family in Wenshui, and was made by Mrs. Tang himself. If the person holding the umbrella has a high enough level, it can completely block all mental attacks, even if he is still in a low level. Insufficient, but also enough to isolate the black robe from checking outside the Zhou Garden, what is the mental attack of the old man playing the piano? But the shot of the old man playing the piano represented a dangerous signal, which meant that Nanke finally no longer insisted on his pride, and the powerful demons would most likely attack him together and launch a siege against him.
This fact made Chen Changsheng very vigilant. Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er, the couple of magic generals, have been standing quietly under the Shinto, as low-key as their names, but he has never forgotten the terrifying power displayed by this couple of magic generals by the lake on the other side of the cliff In fact, this couple of magic generals are the real powerhouses of Gathering Stars. Apart from peerless powerhouses like the Five Saints, Bafang Fengfeng and Su Li, who can say that they can easily win? Even in order to enter the Zhou Garden, the couple forcibly lowered their realm and only retained the strength of Tongyou Upper Realm, but based on their combat experience and awareness, if they compete in combat power, they may even be stronger than Nanke .
Nanke's sword power has not been completely shattered by his sword intent, and the starlight like a sea of fireflies is still dancing firmly in front of the yellow paper umbrella. His gaze crosses the edge of the yellow paper umbrella and Nanke's shoulder, and falls Below the Shinto, his expression suddenly became serious. In the wind and rain, Liu Wan'er looked at him with a smile on her face, looking very gentle and peaceful, like a mother leaning against the door waiting for her son to return, but the middle-aged man with a simple and honest face was no longer visible beside her, he went to where
All of a sudden, a thunder-like thunder resounded in the sky above the Shinto! The cold wind passing through the mausoleum seemed to stop at this moment, but the rain that fell became more violent.
Chen Changsheng looked up, and saw a black spot appearing in the dark sky.
Accompanied by the majestic torrential rain, the black spot fell faster and faster, and became countless times larger in a very short period of time, gradually becoming like a mountain in his eyes.
The twenty-four demon turned Teng Xiaoming into a heavy mountain, holding that seemingly ordinary pole in his hand, the condensed wind urged the rain to fall from the sky, whistling and breaking the wind, its momentum was unparalleled!
Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng's face turned pale for a moment, but his eyes were still as calm as before, without any fear. The dagger in his right hand pierced through the falling rain curtain and greeted him.
The yellow paper umbrella in his left hand is resisting Nanke's two galaxies, and Wuhu's all-powerful pounce in the sound of the zither, he can't move, if he wants to use the yellow paper umbrella to block Teng Xiaoming's move, remember again , there is only one way to hide in the yellow paper umbrella. But then he would have no way out and could only be beaten passively, so he didn't have that choice, he chose to use the sword. At such a tense moment, he did not forget to separate the sword intent from the yellow paper umbrella and transport it into the dagger.
There was a loud bang! The stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum vibrated violently, and the rain on the ground, like a terrified ghost, tore and deformed, trying to escape, and turned into a large mist. In the corner behind the mist, Xu Yourong was affected by the shock, His face turned pale in an instant, he couldn't hold it any longer, he felt extremely uncomfortable, he closed his eyes and began to adjust his breath to resist.
The mist fell. Chen Changsheng was still standing where he was, but he was a little shorter than before. When he looked closely, he found that his feet had sunk deeply into the hard bluestone ground until he was knee-deep!
Teng Xiaoming's heavy blow from the rain sky was indeed too terrifying. Chen Changsheng relied on the dagger and the ray of sword intent to receive the heavy blow. Even his body, which had been bathed in the true blood of the black dragon, seemed to be broken, from the center of the eyebrows to the collarbone to the cervical spine to the ankles. The pain in every bone was unbearable, and his right hand kept shaking, like an old man who was seriously ill. If he didn't know that he would die without a sword, how could his right hand hold the hilt of the sword.
Teng Xiaoming stood in the rainstorm with no expression on his face.
The pole he is holding in his right hand is actually an iron rod, which is as thick as an ordinary person's arm. It is made of magic mountain secret iron mixed with two taels of real gold from meteorites. Strong man, at this time, dozens of extremely deep sword marks appeared on this iron rod, especially the top part was cut off in half.
The iron rod and Chen Changsheng's dagger only met for a moment, and so many sword marks were cut out. It has to be said that the sharpness of that dagger has reached an unimaginable level, and the sword intent is even more powerful. chilling. But Teng Xiaoming didn't respond to this. He looked at Chen Changsheng silently, like a real mountain, no matter how violent the wind and rain were, it couldn't shake his body at all, giving people an extraordinarily solemn feeling.
This is the real powerhouse. Looking at this demon man standing in the rain, Chen Changsheng naturally had this thought, and then more thoughts. As Nanke said earlier, he can only display one out of a thousand true powers of that sword intent. How can he defeat such a powerful opponent? The most important thing is that with his current level of strength, if he wants to block or even defeat this iron rod, the combination of that sword intent and short sword is far from enough. He needs a sword that can better exert the power of that sword intent .
He needs a heavier sword.
Just as he was thinking about these things, Teng Xiaoming raised the iron rod in his hand again, and the iron rod covered with sword marks seemed even more terrifying than before, and the heavy rain around the iron rod suddenly dispersed . There was a thunderous sound above the Shinto, and the iron rod roared through the air, avoiding all the wind and rain along the way.
At this time, Nanke's sword power had been completely shredded by the sword intent emanating from the yellow paper umbrella, and the mind attack of the old man playing the piano was also blocked. At this time, Chen Changsheng could try to use the yellow paper umbrella to catch the iron rod. His face was still pale, but it was no longer because of nervousness, but because the rain was too cold, and also because he was uneasy about the last thought in his heart.
He can use the yellow paper umbrella to block the iron rod, but he doesn't want to, because he has a vague feeling that although the sword intent attached to the yellow paper umbrella is powerful and incomparable, it is not for him in his current state. The best way to pick up this iron rod. He still felt that he needed a heavier sword.
In fact, he had no choice but to use the yellow paper umbrella, because he didn't have a heavier sword. But... He just felt that he should have an epee.
Just when Chen Changsheng had this thought, something happened somewhere in the grassland south of the mausoleum.
The rain in the distance was much weaker than the rain at the mausoleum, and the water surface in the grass was gently beaten by the drizzle, but suddenly, for some reason, the ground of the grassland sank downward, as if it had collapsed! The water pool in the grassland and the rainwater in the sky were instantly condensed into a water ball, becoming extremely close together, as if there was something extremely heavy underground that was attracting everything around.
An angry howl sounded from the depths of the dark sky. The whistling came from the roc. What is it that is about to come out that makes it so angry? To even hear its vigilance
The heavy iron rod broke through the wind and rain on the Shinto path, and came to the main entrance of the mausoleum, only ten feet away from Chen Changsheng. However, he did not raise the yellow paper umbrella, and even with a clear cry, he took back the dagger Sheathed!
He himself didn't know why he did this, why did he withdraw his sword
At this moment, there was a loud rumbling sound outside the mausoleum, as if a real wind and thunder had come to the ground. Compared with the sound of wind and thunder, the sound of wind and thunder held by the iron rod is like the sound of firecrackers burned by children during the New Year.
A dark object broke through the rainstorm, came to Chen Changsheng's body, and then stood still.
It was a sword. It was black and made of unknown material. There was no pattern on the body of the sword, and it was not smooth. In short, this iron sword has no characteristics and does not exude any eye-catching aura. It is just wide, straight, long, thick and black, so it looks... heavy.
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Chen Changsheng wanted a heavier sword.
Then an epee appeared in front of his eyes, hovering quietly in the wind and rain.
The hilt of the iron sword was slanted downward, so he could easily hold it as long as he stretched out his hand. The posture of the iron sword was so comfortable that he raised his hand without even thinking about it.
His right hand passed through the seemingly still layers of rain curtains, and grasped the hilt of the sword.
The hilt of this iron sword was also very thick, thick, and rough. His palm and the surface of the hilt seemed to fit together completely, and he clearly felt a heavy feeling. At this moment one thing happened. The sword intent attached to the yellow paper umbrella did not obey Chen Changsheng's divine sense command, and entered the iron sword through his body, because there was a sword intent in the iron sword, and the yellow paper umbrella contained a sword intent. His sword intent disdains or does not want to compete with that powerful sword intent. With Chen Changsheng's current state and kendo cultivation, he still couldn't accurately perceive the strength of the sword intent in the iron sword, but he could clearly feel that the sword intent was as heavy as this iron sword.
He withdrew his hand and took the iron sword out of the rain.
To remove this heavy iron sword from the rain requires an extremely powerful force. At the same time, this heavy iron sword also gave him an extremely powerful force. Then he swung his iron sword and slashed down towards the iron bar that broke through the rain.
The iron sword and the iron rod meet in the rainstorm.
There was a very short period of silence, and then the continuous sound of wind and thunder exploded. The rainwater was shattered, turned into thousands of water arrows, and shot towards the surroundings along a circle. Countless deep small holes were punched out on the cliff in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. The parasol bow behind her spread out to protect her, but it couldn't protect Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng's clothes were full of tiny holes, like moth-eaten leaves floating in the rain, his face was extremely pale, his feet were still sunken in the hard bluestone ground, surrounded by cobweb-like cracks , looking a little miserable.
But he didn't take a step back.
The powerful demon retreated, and was directly pushed back more than a hundred feet. He fell heavily into the rain, vomiting blood non-stop, and the iron rod in his hand was bent at an extremely exaggerated angle.
The sound of the rainstorm was still like thunder, and there was a dead silence in the Shinto.
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