In those hasty strokes, Guan Bai saw Zhou Ziheng coming from the lonely boat with a sword in the sky, and his momentum was indeed majestic.
But he was able to see Chen Changsheng's sword more clearly.
That sword is a word.
Just one word.
Like a levee, like an iron chain, like a cliff stone, like a horizontal sword killing itself.
Guan Bai felt a dull pain in his chest.
If the younger brother can understand the truth of this sword and take everything straight, then how could he end up like this
He looked at his classmates with puzzled faces, and said, "Chen Changsheng has practiced this sword at least ten thousand times."
The students of Tiandao Academy were puzzled and asked, "Is this enough?"
"As far as I know, Chen Changsheng has only been practicing swords for a year. In such a short period of time, he has practiced such a simple sword ten thousand times."
Guan Bai said expressionlessly: "A person who is so clumsy at the sword, since he has agreed to discuss the sword with Zhou Ziheng, how can Zhou Ziheng win with the sword?"
After saying this, he shook his head, got up and walked outside.
The scenery in Tiandaoyuan is picturesque, no matter how you walk, it is still a scenery, such as the lake and mountains facing you.
A middle-aged man with a very lonely figure stood by the lake.
He is the dean of Tiandao Academy, Zhuang Huanyu's father.
He turned around and said to Guan Bai, "You think highly of Chen Changsheng."
Guan Bai said: "Since it is destined to be an opponent, the evaluation should be more calm and objective."
Dean Zhuang looked at him and said, "If you knew that Chen Changsheng had only learned that sword for thirty days at most, would your evaluation of him be higher?"
Hearing this, Guan Bai was silent for a long time, and then said: "I don't care what you think, Moulting is my junior after all, and I will always do something for him."
Dean Zhuang sighed: "It seems that you must attend the Stone Boiling Conference."
Guan Bai said: "Yes, because I want to know how far Chen Changsheng can go with this sword given another three hundred days."
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At the gate of the Orthodox Academy, Zhou Ziheng's sword was coming with the wind and rain in the sky, with an imposing manner. If it wasn't for the Li Palace priest who had arranged the formation in advance last night, the crowd watching the battle would have been shocked and injured by his sword.
Just as Guan Bai saw through the sketch, Chen Changsheng only made one sword move.
Of course, it is impossible to really have only one sword. The one sword here refers to his repeated use of that sword technique. , he always uses that sword.
In Guan Bai's eyes, he is clumsy with the sword, so the sword he uses is naturally a little clumsy.
It was the third sword that Su Li had taught him.
This sword has a very stupid name: stupid sword.
This sword also looks very stupid, sometimes it looks like carrying a burden, sometimes it looks like leading a horse, sometimes it looks like preparing to kill himself, in short, it doesn't look like a sword.
The edge of the sword never turned outward, and the blade was always straight, right in front of him.
This seemingly simple sword is actually very difficult, because even Su Li has not practiced it well. In fact, Chen Changsheng is the first person to learn the stupid sword.
To practice this sword, you don't need anything, talent, understanding, you just need to practice constantly, repeat clumsily, and firmly believe that you can do it.
Zhou Ziheng's sword is really powerful, like the wave of the sea, it slaps non-stop, but no matter what, he can't pass the sword.
The sword in Chen Changsheng's hand turned into an iron chain straightened by the giant boat, and into a stubborn poplar tree.
Zhou Ziheng's sword came like a lone boat and was blocked.
Zhou Ziheng's sword came like a storm and was blocked.
No matter how exquisite Zhou Ziheng's sword moves were, they were still unable to break through Chen Changsheng's defense. The sword edge pierced Chen Changsheng's sword countless times, shooting out countless sparks.
When the two swords met, they radiated infinite brilliance. Most of the people watching the battle were pierced and covered their eyes. Thinking in shock, Zhou Ziheng really deserved to be a strong man in the star-gathering realm. Changsheng's oppression is retreating steadily.
Ordinary people can't understand the situation in the field, so naturally there are people who can.
The moment Chen Changsheng drew his sword, there was a sudden exclamation in the arbor. When the artist from Tianji Pavilion was drawing the second painting, the tip of his pen began to tremble!
In the tea house in Baihua Lane, Xue Xingchuan was sitting by the window, watching the incomparably bright sword light, silently thinking about his brother's letter, thinking that his swordsmanship had improved again.
The sword light made it impossible to look directly at, like countless lightning bolts.
Accompanied by countless thunderclaps.
The booming sound of sword strikes suddenly stopped at the next moment.
Zhou Ziheng retracted his sword and looked at Chen Changsheng who had retreated to the gate of the courtyard, feeling a little inexplicably astonished.
He never imagined that Chen Changsheng would be able to defend himself against so many sword strikes!
You know, his Wind and Rain Lonely Boat Sword is the most powerful and unparalleled, not to mention that he is in the Star Gathering Realm, while Chen Changsheng is only in the Nether Realm!
Even if Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship was exquisite and unparalleled, but with his level of cultivation, how could he be able to forcibly receive so many swords from himself without being injured, and even the hand holding the sword did not tremble!
The next moment, the shock in his eyes was replaced by sternness, and his somewhat damaged confidence became firm again.
Because Chen Changsheng retired.
He didn't let Zhou Ziheng's Sword of Wind and Rain fall on him, but he couldn't stand still either.
After all, he is only in the Netherworld, even if he has been bathed in dragon blood and has physical strength and strength comparable to that of the Star Gathering Realm, there will be an irreparable gap after all.
In particular, his meridians were broken, and the amount of true essence he could output was far from enough, not to mention compared with Zhou Ziheng, or even compared with practitioners of the same realm.
Zhou Ziheng recalled the details of the previous battle, and confirmed this fact through the vibration sent back from the blade every time the two swords intersected.
Xue Xingchuan in the teahouse, and some important figures under the arbor also saw this fact very clearly.
Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship is indeed exquisite, and his strength is unimaginably strong, but his true energy is not enough.
His true essence is not enough to support this level of fighting.
The realm of these people is not weaker than Guan Bai, even people like Xue Xingchuan are far superior to Guan Bai, but they are not people in the way of swordsman after all.
They couldn't understand Chen Changsheng's confidence from his swordsmanship.
Zhou Ziheng is a player in the way of swordsmanship, but he is also a player in the game, so he didn't understand it either.
He thought he had seen through Chen Changsheng's weakness, so his confidence was reborn.
He looked at Chen Changsheng, with a mocking smile on his lips, and was about to say a few words.
Chen Changsheng didn't give him this chance, and directly stabbed him with his sword.
At this time, the gate of the Orthodox Academy was very quiet, as if it was before dawn or before a storm.
At such times, there will often be a bird chirping, or a swallow flying low, and then the morning light will come and the rain will pour down.
It's a rhythm.
Chen Changsheng's sword simply broke this rhythm.
Both Zhou Ziheng and the people watching the battle felt very uncomfortable because the rhythm was broken.
The morning light came too fast, and the heavy rain suddenly fell.
too suddenly.
The sound of tables and chairs falling suddenly sounded under the arbor.
In the teahouse, Xue Xingchuan suddenly got up with an incredulous expression on his face.
In combat, it is very common to break the opponent's rhythm.
The problem is that few people can do it as naturally as Chen Changsheng.
This is the real reason why they were shocked, because it very likely shows that the rhythm of this battle... has always been under Chen Changsheng's control.
The gap between the Gathering Star Realm and the Netherworld Realm is very large. In this kind of battle, the latter can fight hard and bloody, and can burst out with talent, and even miraculously break through the realm in the battle like Wang Po did back then. The weaker side actually controlled the rhythm of the entire battle from the beginning to the end, and faced their opponents with the mentality of the strong. What kind of confidence is this!
Why is he so confident!
Some people in the pergola understood, so they dropped the teacups in their hands in shock and kicked over the tables and chairs in front of them.
Xue Xingchuan in the teahouse also understood, so he got up abruptly, too shocked to speak.
Chen Changsheng's confidence lies in his sword.
His sword.
The first sword he slashed at Zhou Zi.
This sword is so wonderful.
This sword is inevitable.
This sword had killed all Zhou Ziheng's escape routes.
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The moment Chen Changsheng drew his sword, if Zhou Ziheng retreated as quickly as possible, he might still have a chance, but he didn't.
Because he is in the Star Gathering Realm and Chen Changsheng is only in the Nether Realm. He challenges the Orthodox Academy on behalf of the Zongsi. Everyone thinks that he is bullying the weak and looks down on him. If the sword is forced to retreat, he will be even more ashamed. Of course, he knew that Chen Changsheng's sword must be very strong. Whether it was rumored that he was the Pope's junior, or that he had walked with that swordsman for many days, this sword must not be easy, so he had no choice. Hard to accept, but ready to avoid.
However, he was shocked to find that Chen Changsheng's sword actually gave him a feeling of inevitability.
What kind of sword is this
At the most dangerous moment, Zhou Ziheng finally gave up all his obsessions and returned to his true heart as a swordsman. With a clear whistle, the long sword rose through the air, and slashed several times in front of him.
An indescribable barrier formed along with his sword power, separating him from Chen Changsheng.
On that barrier, beautiful starlight faintly flowed, and those starlight came from his sword, but the source was from a higher place—the sky.
This is the most powerful method of the strong in the star-gathering realm, and it is also the reason why the star-gathering realm is called the star-gathering realm.
Those who are strong in the star-gathering realm can forcibly turn their true essence back to starlight, as if the star enters the body and forms their own domain, which is a star field. The star field is its own world, in which the star brilliance is endless, almost perfect, it can be said to be indestructible, and can only be crushed by a higher realm or a more powerful true essence.
There is still a slight possibility for a cultivating genius in the Zuozhao Realm to cross the border and defeat the Netherworld Realm, for example, Luo Luo's bloodline talent is extremely domineering, and in the Zuozhao Realm, he can attack ordinary Netherworld Beginners. However, it is basically impossible for the Tongyou Realm to defeat the Star Gathering Realm because of the existence of the Star Field.
Zhou Ziheng absolutely didn't want to use the star field unless it was a last resort, because it would look too ugly.
But at this time he had to use it, because Chen Changsheng's sword was really terrifying.
In front of the gate of the Orthodox Academy, the stars shone brightly, as if they were about to compete with the sun.
There was an exclamation in the crowd, and insults could be vaguely heard.
In the pergola, some people sat down again, especially those big figures who supported the Tianhai family, even smiled.
Xue Xingchuan didn't sit down, but still looked at the field.
In the star field, Zhou Ziheng's expression was ugly. Even if he won this battle today, it would be too ugly.
Still, winning is better than losing.
Looking at Chen Changsheng's sword through the faint starlight, he really wanted to tell the other party that although you couldn't defeat me, you could be proud of forcing me to spread out the star field.
— This is a good sentence, with the demeanor of a senior.
Zhou Ziheng thought this way, and planned to say this in front of everyone after Chen Changsheng's sword was blocked by the star field and he easily won with his own sword.
Then, he heard a soft pop.
What's that sound
It was the sound of a sword piercing into a body.
That was the sound of Chen Changsheng's sword piercing into his body.
Chen Changsheng's sword pierced through his star field without hesitation, and pierced into his chest!
His face paled in an instant, and he shouted in shock in his heart: "How is this possible!"
Several shocked shouts sounded from the arbor: "What's going on!"
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