Chen Changsheng's face was illuminated by the sword light, like a snowy field.
Zhu Luo's phantom was right in front of him, in the rainstorm, emitting infinite light, like a statue of a god.
With the arrival of the sword, unimaginable coercion fell on Chen Changsheng's body and mind.
Of course his sword is not as good as Liu Qing's sword, but it is also unusual. Facing the strongest human being who has never met or even appeared in imagination, he naturally uses his strongest sword. a sword.
The three swords that Su Li taught him are all in it.
The stupid sword helped him stand firm in front of this divine coercion. Hui Jian helped him judge the trajectory of this sword in the rainstorm. You must know that this sword belongs to the sacred domain, invisible and invisible. Wang Po and Liu Qing's level can barely understand it, but if he hadn't learned Hui Jian , there is no possibility at all.
In the end, he burned his true essence and life, trying to block the sword.
It's a pity that he can't stop Zhu Luo's sword, just like the arm of a praying mantis can't stop a galloping carriage.
Without any accident, Xu Jian took Yuehua across the edge of Longyin Sword.
However, Zhu Luo's sword was about to invade his vision, but was... blocked from the scabbard of the Dragon Sword.
How can an imaginary sword be blocked by a real scabbard? Only Chen Changsheng, who was in the middle of the field, understood what was going on. It was difficult to explain in words. For the spectators in the heavy rain, what they saw was:
——The imaginary sword pierced into the scabbard that Chen Changsheng was holding in both hands.
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There are two moons in the night sky and in the water, and there are two Julos on the rainy street, one is real and the other is illusory, but the two moons are equally bright and the two Julos are equally powerful, the difference lies in whether they have emotions or not.
When the imaginary sword with Yuehua pierced into Chen Changsheng's scabbard, the virtual image of Zhu Luo in front of Chen Changsheng did not change at all, his face remained expressionless, emitting light and heat from the inside out. On the rainy street further away, Zhu Luo, who had already suppressed Wang Po's iron knife and became silent, his cold expression was instantly replaced by shock and bewilderment.
Countless sword cries suddenly sounded in the rainstorm.
Then, the sound of the rainstorm was no longer heard.
Sharp, rough, sharp, clear, and dull sword sounds suddenly resounded in the rainy street.
Throughout Xunyang City, only the sound of Jianming could be heard.
The virtual sword seemed to have encountered countless swords in an instant, or collided, or rubbed, or cut each other, countless sword cries sounded at the same time, and some spectators with lower levels in the heavy rain were directly stunned and passed out!
But nothing happened on Pianshengyu Street. It seemed that everything was quiet except for the falling rain. How did these sword cries come from? Where is the sword that Julo's sword meets
Those swords are all in the scabbard of Longyin Sword.
Chen Changsheng's sword was originally ten thousand swords.
Those 10,000 swords brought out from Zhou Garden.
But all of them were sealed in the scabbard by Zhu Luo's sword.
But in the end we met.
Wan Jian can fight against the enemy even before he has drawn his sheath.
In the scabbard, for a moment, gold and iron horses, violent wind and rain, and thunder roared!
The Xu sword in Zhu Luo's hand was continuously sinking into Chen Changsheng's scabbard.
That's not returning to the sheath, but it's getting shorter and shorter.
Some brilliance particles fluttered around the mouth of the sheath.
It was a worn sword shavings.
Although Wan Jian is disabled, the meaning of the sword is still strong. In just an instant, there were at least thousands of cuts and frictions, Zhu Luo's virtual sword, how could it hold up! Even the real Moon Sword in his hand on the other side of Rain Street is also getting shorter! What was even more unimaginable was that blood began to ooze from between his fingers holding the hilt of the sword!
Zhu Luo's face became a little pale, and in the eyes that had been indifferent and merciless like a god before, there appeared a slightly bewildered expression again, and then quickly transformed into anger like a flood!
He could feel the swords in Chen Changsheng's scabbard, and even recognized those famous swords that had passed away. To ask the truth, because those once mighty swords are attacking him, and he is really hurt!
He was actually injured by a young man who passed through the Netherworld.
No matter what kind of teenage genius you are.
It doesn't matter who you are, the youngest Tongyou Shangjing in history.
After all, you are only Tongyoujing, just a sixteen-year-old boy.
How can you hurt me, how dare you hurt me, I am majestic and windy, but you hurt me, this is something that cannot be allowed.
The roar resounded through Xunyang City, instantly suppressing the sound of those sword cries.
The rain clouds are gradually dissipating, and the moonlight is getting stronger.
Zhu Luo took a step towards Wang Po, and the sword in his hand slashed down.
On the rainy street dozens of feet away, his virtual image bent over to Chen Changsheng.
The virtual sword kept piercing into the scabbard.
Those sword shavings with brilliance sprayed more intensively.
Those brilliance, those sword shavings are all the sharpness of the sword intent after the sword intent was cut.
It looks beautiful, but it's actually dangerous.
The torrential rain gradually subsided, and the water in the street did not disperse. Those sword shards fell, cutting up the water patterns.
Not to mention the bluestone and broken walls on the ground, there are debris everywhere.
Liu Qing stood up from the rain, continued to stand in front of Su Li's horse, with his sword in front of him.
Those brilliance sword shards shot towards him like countless powerful arrows.
In an instant, his headband was cut off, his black hair fluttered, and then his hair was cut off.
His clothes were torn, and there were hundreds of tiny blood holes on his body, making him look miserable.
But in the end, he protected the horse and its rider.
Su Li sat on the yellow pussy horse, lowered his head, and did not speak.
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Logically speaking, Chen Changsheng should have died by this time.
Both Su Li and Zhu Luo think so. But what was amazing was that he, who was covered by the radiant sword shavings, didn't even have a single wound on his body. A breath came from nowhere, covering his whole body. That aura, I don't know if it came from the jade Ruyi around his waist, or a string of extra stone beads from his wrist.
No one can feel this breath, only those sword shavings can feel it, so when they come to Chen Changsheng, they will naturally float away, and the details are perfectly hidden in the light.
Then, the heavy rain came again, the rain clouds reunited, and the moonlight faded away.
In the rain curtain, Zhu Luo's virtual image gradually dimmed and gradually became fragile.
Finally, at a certain moment, Xu Jian was completely swallowed by the scabbard.
The virtual image suddenly shattered, turning into countless tiny bubbles.
There were countless exclamations in Xunyang City.
Zhu Luo stood at the end of Rain Street, covered in blood and pale.
His right arm trembled slightly, and the sword was incomplete, leaving only a hilt.
At this moment, Wang Po's iron knife finally came to him.