"This sword is a bit unusual."
Standing at the bow of the boat, looking at the stone bridge in the snow a mile away, sensing the sword intent, the expressionless face of the King of Ling Hai finally changed slightly.
Taoist Si Yuan said: "The disciple of the head of the business is naturally extraordinary."
The sword intent released by Chen Changsheng was very strong, but it was not enough to shock a powerful man of their level. His emotional changes came from the two meanings fused in that sword intent.
This sword intent is very hot.
Chen Changsheng knew that he was far inferior to Xu Yourong, who had the blood of the real phoenix, no matter in terms of the amount of true energy or the strength of his spiritual consciousness, so he ignited the fire in his heart without hesitation.
At the beginning of this battle, he hasn't really drawn out his sword yet, and if he does, it must be the strongest sword.
A ray of consciousness landed on the thousands of miles of snowfield outside his secluded mansion, and the thousands of miles of snowfield began to burn at the same time. The Naihe bridge also started to burn. There was no trace of flame, but the temperature could be felt rising.
In just an instant, the snowflakes that fell on his body melted, turned into water in the air, and splashed down on his body and the bridge deck, washing away all the snow that had been carried before.
That sword intent was very straight, somewhat similar to the one he used to resist Xu Yourong's Da Xue Beng's sword earlier, but it was straighter, it was not a cliff or a river embankment, it was just a straight line.
Only because it is straight, it is so strong, the Wugou sword is still in his hand, but the wind and snow on the bridge has frozen in the air, and a straight line appears in the middle of the bridge.
Naihe Bridge is divided into two completely different worlds because of this line.
He is here, Xu Yourong is over there.
Rain is here, snow is there.
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The sword intent shrouded the stone bridge, and the rain and snow were sparse.
Chen Changsheng raised the Wugou Sword in his hand, his eyes were calm and firm.
This was the first time he tried to burn his true energy so violently after he learned how to burn a sword with Su Li, but the amount and power of this sword was still not as good as Xu Yourong's previous avalanche. But his sword is fuller, more focused and sharp.
Mao Qiuyu suddenly took a step towards the bow, looked at the bridge deck in the distance, frowned in disbelief, and said, "Why does it feel like Wang Po's Dao of the Sword?"
Tang Thirty-Six said: "It's Wang Po's Dao of the Sword."
When he said this, his expression was very dignified. He had said before that this battle was only about winning or losing, not life or death, so he didn't care much about it. However, at this moment, seeing Chen Changsheng's sword intent, he began to lose confidence in his own judgment, and then Started to feel uneasy.
The people standing at the bow were a little shocked when they heard the words of Mao Qiuyu and Tang Sanshiliu, and then naturally thought of the rainy battle in Xunyang City. As for Xue He, who also used a knife, his emotions were even more complicated. Looking at Nai He Qiao's eyes were extremely focused, and he didn't want to miss any details later.
Xu Shiji said with a blank expression: "It's very lucky for this son to have the opportunity to learn from so many strong men."
"This has nothing to do with luck." Mao Qiuyu said solemnly, "If you want to learn Wang Po's way of the sword, you have to practice his way of the sword. Not everyone can do it."
This sentence is true.
Previously, Chen Changsheng used Nanxizhai's sword technique to use Tianyinluo. It can be said that he is well-read and knowledgeable, and with the help of the national religion, he had many adventures on the road of sword cultivation.
But it is not so simple to learn Wang Po's Dao of the Sword.
If he wants to believe in Wang Po's Dao of the Sword, he must practice it without hesitation.
And this was exactly why Tang Thirty-Six was worried.
Wang Po's Dao of the Sword lies in a straight word.
No matter how powerful the enemy before the iron knife is, even if it is a strong man who is impossible to defeat at all, the hand holding the knife must be so stable, and the direction of the blade must still be so straight.
To do this, the heart of the knife-wielder must be as straight as the blade.
The middle-aged man who looked a bit shabby proved this point with his countless battles in Tianliang County, Tang Family in Wenshui, Huaiyuan in the South, and Xunyang City.
There was silence at the bow of the ship. Those strong men whose realm strength was far above Chen Changsheng asked themselves whether they could practice Wang Po's way of the sword, and they could only come up with a negative answer in the end.
On the bridge of Naihe.
Chen Changsheng's sword hadn't come out yet, but his sword intent had already come out.
The snowflakes that fell from the sky turned into raindrops, woven into rain curtains, and shattered one by one.
The broken raindrops that were closer to him were all evaporated into mist, enveloping his body in it.
Standing in the snow, Xu Yourong's eyes were slightly stern, revealing a dignified expression - the white gauze covered her face, and the rain and fog disturbed her vision, but did not affect her perception of the sword's intent.
She knew very well that if she crossed the line in the middle of the Naihe Bridge, she would receive Chen Changsheng's unreserved and definitely his strongest sword.
With this sword, the winner must be determined.
Of course, she can also continue to stand in the snow and wait for changes that may occur later. But that might also mean that Chen Changsheng could elevate his sword intent to an even more terrifying level.
If he can do it.
Chen Changsheng burned his true essence unreservedly, and drew a clear path on the Naihe Bridge in the wind and snow with Wang Po's never-holding-hand sword.
He drew a path for this matchup.
He let Xu Yourong make a choice.
The white gauze is light.
Xu Yourong closed her eyes.
Then, she opened her eyes again.
Eyes open and close, just for a moment.
In this moment, she has made her choice.
The Luoshui River under the bridge is constantly receiving snowflakes and light rain, shaking gently.
The big ship on the water in the distance was also shaking slightly.
The body of a Tianji Pavilion painter standing at the forefront of the bow suddenly shook. The expressions of the other two painters from Tianji Pavilion also changed dramatically.
Then their shocked and trembling voices sounded.
"Is that the sword?"
"Is it going to end so soon?"
The three painters are all in the Star Gathering Realm, not the strongest people present.
But they have watched and recorded countless famous battles, and they are the most sensitive to changes in the battle, so they are the first to understand what happened.
Immediately afterwards, Mao Qiuyu, Taoist Si Yuan and others also understood.
Above Luoshui, there was a dead silence.
All this is because the girl on the bridge of Naihe opened her eyes again.
The white gauze fluttered lightly, and the wind and snow turbulently moved, but it couldn't cover her eyes.
There are faint golden light spots floating out from the white gauze.
Are those points of light coming out of her eyes
Zhai Jian trembled slightly in the wind and snow. The snowflakes that fell on the sword instantly melted into smoke.
Half of Naihe Bridge is covered with snow and smoke, and half is covered with rain and fog, as if in the clouds, not like the world.
It seemed that Xu Yourong was no longer in this world.
She is so sacred and majestic, even the most ordinary people can feel that there is a kind of power in her that has gone beyond the scope of the world.
Looking at the scene on the bridge, Mao Qiuyu, Taoist Siyuan, and the King of Linghai showed disbelief, and said in a trembling voice, "Great Bright Sword?"