Ze Tian Ji

Chapter 376: Seven Swords, Six Records of Knocking on an Umbrella

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Liang Hongzhuang traveled thousands of miles to come here in order to seek revenge on Su Li. He made it very clear that it was revenge for killing his father. If so, the battle will not be divided into winners and losers, but must be life and death.

Before a life-and-death battle begins, asking the other party to show mercy, and being sincere and sincere is not a stereotype at all, but a request from the heart. Chen Changsheng's words are really surprising. Liang Hongzhuang doesn't know how to answer. Shaking his head, but what happened next was not unexpected, because there is no such thing as being merciful.

The red dance clothes fluttered in the blue barren mountains, hundreds of miles of dust and soil were shaken into the sky, and Liang Hongzhuang floated towards him, like a real flame that was about to start a prairie fire.

The invasion is like fire, and it is difficult to find things in the world that spread faster and more violently than fire. Can this young man see through his own field? Then I'm so close that I can't even see clearly, how can you see through

Logically speaking, with Liang Hongzhuang's realm and reputation in the North, it is absolutely impossible to use this method against a practitioner of the Netherworld, but Chen Changsheng is not an ordinary practitioner of the Netherworld, but for the sake of To kill Su Li, Liang Hongzhuang was willing to bear even the humiliation, so of course she wouldn't mind being more cautious, even if it was unnecessary caution.

It is a terrifying thing for a star-gathering realm expert to be so cautious in the face of an opponent who is obviously weaker than him. Seeing the red dance clothes burning like flames on the barren mountain, Su Li raised his sword eyebrows again, but his expression became a little lighter. The indifference here is indifference, indifference, indifference to life, indifference to the ending—he has already seen it At the end of this battle, Chen Changsheng injured Liang Hongzhuang's earlobe with a sword earlier, but he couldn't deal with the current situation.

Hundreds of years ago, when he left Zhou Garden for the last time, he was already at the peak of the Tongyou Realm. Even at that time, facing Liang Hongzhuang at this time, he couldn't think of a better way to deal with Liang Hongzhuang at this time. What can Changsheng do

Chen Changsheng didn't know what to do. No matter how high his comprehension was, no matter how diligent he was in his cultivation, there would still be a gap in realm. What's more, in terms of combat, Liang Hongzhuang's experience was much stronger than his, and...it came too quickly.

It was hard to find anything more violent and faster than the raging fire, and he couldn't keep up with Liang Hongzhuang's speed at all, but he had two things that were faster than Liang Hongzhuang's - the speed of consciousness and the speed of thinking.

—With one move of consciousness, one can cross thousands of mountains and rivers.

He looked at the fiery dancing clothes that came all over the mountains and plains, thinking desperately.

The old events of the previous dynasty recorded in the Dao Zang, the characteristics of Liang Wangsun's rampant exercises in the north, Liang Hongzhuang's cold eyes, terrifying red sleeves, skyrocketing breath, majestic true energy, the angle of bowing after a plant of green grass was stepped on, Countless data or descriptions appeared in his sea of consciousness, and then they were constantly combined and matched with each other to form an extremely complicated star map.

Before his wisdom sword was completed, even if he gave three more days and three nights, he would not be able to figure out the weaknesses of Liang Hongzhuang's star domain through these, nor could he clearly see the connections in this star map. After a while, Liang Hongzhuang's dance clothes would be Burn him to ashes.

He still can only guess, no, guess.

Su Li said that guessing and guessing are different. Meng guessed wildly, but when he guessed, he kept his eyes open, looked at the world, looked at the starry sky, had a basis, and then followed his intuition, or inner feeling.

He made his guess and moved first.

There was wind in the barren mountains, and it all came from Liang Hongzhuang's dance clothes, but Chen Changsheng was very quiet around him, strange and terrifying. Suddenly, he disappeared in place, and the next moment, he was in front of Liang Hongzhuang.

What he moves is a simplified version of Yezhibu.

An extremely bright sword light lit up in the barren mountains, and accompanied by a deep chant, it stabbed into the flames all over the mountains with a solemn and terrifying coercion that seemed to come from ancient times.

What he used was a new generation of Dragon Chanting Sword.

Compared with Liang Hongzhuang's powerful domain in Piaowu's clothes, his sword intent is not powerful, but it is extraordinarily powerful.

The sword light suddenly illuminated the mountains and fields, like a flash of lightning.

From an unimaginable angle, the short sword broke straight, bypassed the fire, and arrived in front of Liang Hongzhuang.

There was a clear whistle full of anger and shock in the mountains and fields.

Liang Hongzhuang fled back in a hurry. Even in the air, one could clearly see a clear sword mark on his left shoulder. Blood overflowed from the sword mark. Chen Changsheng's sword stabbed him again!

The fire didn't weaken, but instead exploded. Liang Hongzhuang was furious, and the red dance clothes fell from the sky, covering Chen Changsheng in it. At this moment, another extremely bright sword light lit up!

There were constant sword cries in the mountains and fields, but not in a hurry, one by one, even a little slowly, and the sword intent was not very strong, but the piece of fiery dance clothes could not fall down, and could not cover Chen Changsheng.

Time moves forward between Jian Guang and Huo Wu.

After an unknown amount of time, a terrifying tearing sound suddenly sounded from the barren hills.

The fires all over the mountains and plains suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the sword light no longer continued to light up.

The two figures separated and faced each other tens of feet apart in the mountains, with a gentle mountain breeze blowing between them.

Chen Changsheng's face was very pale, and the hand holding the sword kept shaking.

Liang Hongzhuang's face was even paler, her body was covered in blood, and her dance clothes were all torn to pieces.

Chen Changsheng unleashed seven swords, but none of them missed.

At this point in the battle, the outcome has been lost.

Remnants of makeup and drops of blood were very clear on Liang Hongzhuang's pale face. Blood dripped continuously from the tattered dance clothes. He looked at Chen Changsheng and stared, as if he couldn't figure out how it all happened. thing.

Chen Changsheng was a little dazed, even at this moment, he didn't really understand what happened.

Su Li looked at Chen Changsheng with complicated emotions. The young man from the Nether Realm faced the celebrity from the Star Gathering Realm, and the former won—a rare cross-border killing in the history of the practice world, just like this happened before his eyes.

He had completed cross-border killings several times back then, and he believed that Qiu Shan, who had learned Moon Sword from him, could also do it when he was in Tongyou Upper Realm, but Chen Changsheng was able to accomplish such things and the way he used them, still let him Very shocked.

The fight was so underwhelming.

Su Li knew that it was even more thrilling because of its plainness.

Chen Changsheng's cross-border killing did not rely on his natural bloodlines, nor his natural swordsmanship, nor the gifts from heaven, earth and starry sky, but entirely on his own hard work and comprehension. This is not a genius, but it is far more powerful than a genius.

In the long river of time, on the vast continent, has there ever been such a person

Su Li looked at Chen Changsheng, thinking about this question silently, tapping the yellow paper umbrella lightly with his fingers.

In the end, he only knocked six times.