At this time, it was still cold in the north of Tianliang County, the sorghum was not tall, but it could hide a person, presumably that person was very good at hiding his whereabouts, he was a real assassin.
Su Li ignored the assassin hiding in the wilderness. No matter how dangerous that shady guy was, in his eyes, he was not as important as the bright Xue He.
Xue He continued to walk towards the two of them, the armor made a clashing sound, the sword intent made a sound of piercing the wind, his footsteps were steady and firm, getting closer and closer, he looked at Chen Changsheng with some vigilance and asked, "Who are you?"
Chen Changsheng didn't deliberately restrain his aura, so Xue He could tell that he had entered the upper realm of Tongyou.
Being able to enter the Tongyou Upper Realm at such a young age must not be an ordinary person. Xue He has never even met such a person, and said with a blank expression: "If I didn't know that Mr. Qiu Shan was seriously injured because of Zhou Yuan's incident, he would be far away." In Mount Li, if you weren't born too ordinary, I would really doubt that you are Lord Qiu Shan."
Chen Changsheng finally confirmed that the demon clan or that mysterious black robe, for some reason, did not spread the news that he followed Su Li to the south. He couldn't help thinking, if Xue He knew his identity, would he stop? At this moment, Su Li's voice sounded: "If your elder brother Xue Xingchuan is here, you will definitely not mistake him for Lord Qiushan. Can't you tell the difference?"
Only a person like Su Li would use the word "talent" when commenting on this matter, and among the younger generation of practitioners, probably only Mr. Qiushan can steadily surpass Chen Changsheng.
This is true, but for some reason, Chen Changsheng felt a little depressed. It may be that Su Li's tone of voice when he mentioned Mr. Qiushan was very affectionate, and he forgot to tell Xue He his identity for a while.
But at this moment, Xue He had come to a place less than ten feet in front of the two of them, his hand had completely merged with the handle of the saber, and the six saber intents had been integrated into one, forming a world of its own.
Xue He was already ready to use his saber, his aura had already reached its peak, and the star field that only the strong in the star-gathering realm could summon was perfect.
He uses a knife, so his star domain is the knife domain.
No matter how talented Chen Changsheng was, he was too young after all, his time for practice was limited, and the meridian itself had problems. The amount of true energy he could use was limited, so he couldn't break through this perfect sword field at all.
In many cases, the gap between realms cannot be made up by means of courage, perseverance, determination, and skills.
He stared at Xue He's extremely bright visor under the morning light, and slowly drew out the dagger from its sheath.
In a very short period of time, he made many calculations in the sea of consciousness, and the countless battle examples he had seen in the collections of Dao Zang and the National Education College turned into pictures and floated before his eyes, but there was still nothing he could do.
Xue He, the twenty-eighth general of the mainland, is undoubtedly the most powerful opponent he has encountered since he began to practice. In terms of realm and strength alone, he is comparable to the couple of demon generals in the Zhou Garden, but that In order to enter the Zhou Garden, the pair of Demon Generals and his wife forcibly used secret methods to suppress the realm. Because of the restrictions of the Zhou Garden's rules, when fighting him, they hardly showed the true level of the Star Gathering Realm.
The golden-winged roc awakened by Nan Ke's burning soul was cut down by his ten thousand swords Jackie Chan, but most of the power of that sword came from the desire of the ten thousand broken swords in the sword pond that had been accumulated for hundreds of years. That kind of willpower has nothing to do with him, and the timing is gone, and now the Wan Dao Canjian in his scabbard can no longer exert such great power.
How can we defeat this formidable opponent
Holding the short sword, Chen Changsheng stared at Xue He who was getting closer, feeling more and more nervous.
Xue He knew that he was his opponent, but he didn't pay much attention to him, his eyes fell behind him, always looking at Su Li.
Don't say that he was seriously injured, even if he was dying, with only his last breath left, as long as Su Li was still alive, he would be the most terrifying powerhouse in this continent.
Su Li was also looking at him.
But in fact, Su Li didn't look at him, but at his sword field.
Suddenly, Su Li's gaze landed somewhere in the air in front of him, and at the same time, he reached out and grabbed the handle of the yellow paper umbrella.
Inside the yellow paper umbrella is the Zhetian sword, and the handle of the umbrella is the handle of the sword.
Back then on the snowy field, Su Li grasped the hilt of the sword, and the sword intent was aggressive like fire, directly beheading a demon general dozens of miles away.
At this time Xue He was right in front of him, and he could feel the strong danger even more.
Without any warning, it was purely a kind of vigilance in instinct, which caused Xue He to burst into an extremely powerful aura.
The morning light was as bright as before, and the armor on his body instantly became extremely bright. With a clang, the iron knife came out of its sheath, and slashed at Su Li's hand holding the umbrella handle through Chen Changsheng's shoulder.
A violent hurricane arose in the green sorghum field.
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Along the way to the south, Chen Changsheng knew Su Li's current state best. Not to mention killing the enemy with a sword, he couldn't even walk.
He didn't understand why Su Li would hold the handle of the umbrella and use his sword intent to force Xue He to strike suddenly.
This was a question Su Li gave him.
Chen Changsheng thought for a short time before he came up with the answer, because Su Li taught him a lot, and he studied it very seriously, never forgetting every word.
A few days ago, Su Li once said to him that the most important thing in a battle is the moment when the defense turns into an offense. If one can truly surprise him, then even the most powerful opponent may be defeated. Xue He's knife seemed to be forced by Su Li's actions, vigilance and restlessness, but in fact, he followed the trend, because only in this way can he truly be caught by surprise. If he wanted to kill a strong man at Su Li's level, Xue He must have figured out all the details before he drew his sword.
Sure enough, the most important moment in the battle is the moment from defense to offense, but is it just because doing this well will bring benefits? No, Chen Changsheng remembered it very clearly. After Su Li said this sentence, he gave another explanation: No matter how strong an opponent is, he always has to put in more effort at the moment when he switches from defense to offense. At this time, it is also the easiest to show flaws.
In other words, an enemy that is so strong that it is almost perfect, only becomes less perfect at the moment when it turns from defense to offense.
Chen Changsheng's eyes brightened up.
Because of Xue He's falling light like a snow knife, and also because of the rising morning light.
His sword has already stabbed out.
Wenshui three styles, the setting sun hangs.
The dagger buzzed, carrying all the morning light on the sorghum ground, trembling at high speed, and pierced Xue He's chest.
Xue He, who is a strong man in the Star Gathering Realm, has an indestructible domain composed of seven knives. Even if a relatively weak point of defense may be left at the moment of transition from defense to offense, how could he let Chen Changsheng see it? come out
Chen Changsheng really couldn't see it, but someone could.
Su Li only took one look, and he saw the weakness of Xue He Daoyu.
He stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the yellow paper umbrella, provoking Xue He to draw out his knife, and his gaze fell somewhere in the air in front of Xue He.
Chen Changsheng's dagger pierced through Su Li's gaze.
There was a soft puff, as if a skin bag full of wine had been punctured, or as if a puffed-up sugar figurine was secretly pierced by a naughty child with a bamboo stick.
In the bright morning light that shrouded Xue He, a passage suddenly appeared.
The sharp sword glow had already come to his chest.
On the bright armor, even the shadow of the sword can be seen.
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