Zhexiu looked at the smoke and snow on the bridge and the light in the snow, and said, "It is true."
No one refuted his words. If it is said that Chen Changsheng's kendo cultivation level shocked the people, then Xu Yourong's level of cultivation made people so shocked that they could not speak, just like what Tang Thirty-Six said to Chen Changsheng in the Liziyuan Inn. , she always leaves people speechless.
Since the start of the war, Xu Yourong has always been calmly controlling the situation on the Naihe Bridge. Chen Changsheng's sword strikes the wind and rain, seemingly powerful, but in the end he is passively breaking. How strong is Xu Yourong
The sword intent invaded the stone bridge, the sword force crushed the formation, the smoke and snow flew together with the rain and fog, and the light and the flowing water confronted each other.
The people on both sides of the Luoshui River could only see the beautiful images of rain and snow and the vaguely mythical scenes of fighting, but couldn't understand the meaning of them, so they kept applauding and exclaiming, but the people on the big boat were getting more and more excited. The quieter it is, especially the big shots at the bow.
Because they see perfection.
The stone bridge is between the sky and the earth, the light travels between the sky and the earth, and all the swordsmanship between the sky and the earth seem to appear on the stone bridge.
The realm of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, in today's world, can't be regarded as super masters, even if there are no less than ten people on the big ship who can easily beat them, but their perception ability and swordsmanship skills shown in this battle, they are not. It can be said that they are almost perfect, which means that they have unimaginable potential. As long as there are no major accidents, these people at the bow will be surpassed by them one by one. The youngest southern saint and the future pope are indeed extraordinary.
Xue He had already reached the front of the bow at some point. Looking at the scene of the battle on the bridge, his emotions became more and more complicated. The hand caressing the broken arm had long since fallen, and he was holding a non-existent knife in the snowy sky. handle, as if wanting to join the battle. Suddenly, his expression changed, because he vaguely caught some familiar smells in those extremely complicated sword marks in the mist, snow, rain and mist. It was not the smell of swords, but the smell of knives. what happened
What Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong used was clearly a sword, but why did they have a saber intent to break through the bridge? That saber intent is still so dangerous! Xue He suddenly remembered that Chen Changsheng used Wang Po's Dao of the Saber, thinking that he understood the truth of it, so he stopped thinking about it and continued to immerse himself in this battle, trying to gain more understanding.
Chen Changsheng, who was standing on the bridge, did not feel the saber intent. First, the battle situation was too tense to be distracted, and second, because he was a player in the game. More importantly, the saber intent that Xue He felt was not It came from his and Xu Yourong's sword, but... when his and Xu Yourong's sword intent merged, some aftertaste came out.
If he can discover this detail at this time, or if he can figure out something.
It's a pity that he didn't realize that his eyesight and spirit fell into the thousands of rays of light in the smoke and snow. Remember that the terrible big bright sword resists behind that line.
He didn't know how many swords he had used. He only knew that he hadn't learned all the sword skills in the heaven and the world. Dozens of times, the amount of true energy provided by the burning snow field has long been exhausted, and at this time it is completely supported by the lake outside the Youfu.
But he wasn't worried, because the facts proved that his seven-day preparation was useful. Xu Yourong unexpectedly learned the Great Bright Sword, that sacred and solemn sword move that resembles the ocean and dewdrops, but he still hasn't been able to break through The line in the middle of the Naihe Bridge, and he believed that Xu Yourong would not be able to hold on for too long.
When Xu Yourong's true energy could no longer support the Great Bright Sword, it was his chance to counterattack.
However, for some reason, deep down in his heart was a feeling that he didn't want to end this.
Because he is very happy at this time.
Although the Hui sword kept squeezing his consciousness, the burning sword kept consuming his true energy, and the stupid sword kept torturing his spirit, he was still very happy.
It's like playing chess and suddenly meeting an opponent with similar strength and excellent chess skills.
It was also like drinking, and suddenly met a partner who had a similar capacity for drinking and could write poems with a glass of wine.
Or discussing the Tao, meeting a tablemate who is amiable in words and absolutely hateful in appearance.
Looking at the bright figure of the girl in the mist, Chen Changsheng had this feeling.
He even felt as if he had returned to Zhou Garden and was talking to that girl in the grassland snow temple.
vividly.
Hearty.
joy.
And calm.
He even felt that Xu Yourong in Misty Snow should have the same thoughts as himself.
Yes, Xu Yourong thought the same way, of course it was more clearly than he thought.
Xu Yourong didn't think of any chess and drinking friends, and immediately thought of that night in the Snow Temple.
For this battle of Naihe Bridge, both he and she had prepared for a full seven days.
More than 300 sheets of manuscript paper full of deduction and calculation handwriting, 17 star maps, in the smoke, snow, rain and fog, in the traces of sword intent.
They use this to play games, talk, and fight.
It would be great if it could continue like this, but in fact it is impossible.
The falling snow was completely shattered, the falling rain was completely melted, the surface of the stone bridge was shattered into spider webs, and the Luoshui under the bridge was covered with thousands of scales.
Both Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong have come to the end of their respective paths.
The girl's figure had already emerged from the snow, very close to the line in the middle of the bridge, but her footsteps became much heavier.
The changes in Chen Changsheng's sword technique also began to gradually become stagnant, not as agile as it was at the beginning, and even felt unpredictable.
The smoke and snow fell suddenly, the rain and fog dispersed suddenly, and the Naihe Bridge was inexplicably clear.
The two figures met on the bridge.
Like a game of chess, only the last two moves are left, and the winner will be decided in the end.
Like a feast of wine, there are some small yellow flowers falling among the messy bowls and dishes, eager to kill.
In the snowstorm, people go to the empty temple, only the ashes in front of the statue still retain some residual warmth.
The white gauze was light, and Xu Yourong's eyes were divinely bright, like the stars on an astrolabe.
Chen Changsheng flicked his sword lightly, and the blade of the sword pierced through the falling snowflakes, as if three hundred pieces of paper were flying in the small building of the Orthodox Academy.
Xu Yourong floated up, as if a god descended into the world, and stabbed Chen Changsheng straight with his sword holding the light.
Hui Jian, cut.
Fast sword, broken.
At this moment, something happened that no one expected.
Chen Changsheng was holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, but at this moment he suddenly let go of his left hand, and stretched out to the fasting sword that came through the snow.
What does he want to do? Even if his body has been bathed in dragon blood, which is comparable to the most perfect marrow washing, it is still a body of flesh and blood after all, how can it withstand the sharpness of the fasting sword, let alone the fasting sword with Xu Yourong's Tianfeng true essence attached to it at this time, bringing With infinite light coming, even Mao Qiuyu's level of powerhouse would not dare to catch it with one hand!
Chen Changsheng's movements were casual and natural, as if he was reaching for a book from the shelf.
Of course he didn't want to use his left hand to resist the fast sword.
He just wanted to get in touch with this fasting sword.
Apart from Xue Kong and the light on the Zhai Sword, where his fingers are pointing, there is also a faintly visible connection.
Zhai Jian was originally brought out from the Zhou Garden by him!
He is very familiar with Zhai Jian's sword intent, how could Zhai Jian not recognize his aura
The sword pool in the Zhou Garden is now in the world, and thousands of old swords are fighting with him, including the Zhai sword. All these swords are his partners, his comrades, on the battlefield, how could the comrades come out to you? sword? At the moment of life and death, how can your partner not hear your voice of help
An unimaginable wave of breath was born on the Naihe Bridge!
Zhai Jian trembled violently in the snowy air, and then quickly flew towards Chen Changsheng.
It is flying, not stabbing, because there is no hostility, let alone killing intent!
The Great Bright Sword suddenly disintegrated!
However, something even more shocking happened—Xu Yourong seemed to have figured out this scene a long time ago!
Still holding the fasting sword in her right hand, she took advantage of the situation and moved forward. Her white skirt danced in the snowy sky, her figure turned into blood, and she withdrew all rays of light, and came directly in front of Chen Changsheng. If Chen Changsheng hadn't used his divine consciousness to shake the Zhai sword at the last moment, no matter how fast Xu Yourong's movement was, it would not have been possible to break through his Wugou sword so quickly!
Chen Changsheng counted seven days.
She also counted his seven days.
There was a soft pop.
Or it was because his control over Zhai Jian came too late, or Xu Yourong was a saint after all, and he had only reunited with Zhai Jian for seven days, but his control over Zhai Jian was stronger than Chen Changsheng thought, or it was because something happened Something that neither of them thought to understand.
The Zhai sword pierced into Chen Changsheng's left shoulder, and a stream of blood spurted out.
Then, the fasting sword fell into his hand.
The wind and snow fluttered gently again, making howls, as if the world felt a little surprised.
For some unknown reason, Chen Changsheng's movements were a little sluggish, and the Wugou sword in his right hand, which was originally so delicate, had a slight deviation.
As a gust of wind blew up, Xu Yourong stretched out his slender index finger, seemingly slowly, but actually pointed towards Chen Changsheng's eyebrows very quickly.
If it was an ordinary finger, it would not be able to threaten Chen Changsheng's life at all. Although his body soaked in dragon blood could not forcibly resist the famous sword on the Hundred Weapons List, it would not be able to be broken by a slender finger. However, for some reason, a great sense of danger suddenly appeared in his heart, and he even felt that his life was about to be lost.
Xu Yourong's fingertips glowed with a little light, like a firefly, but there seemed to be infinite energy inside.
No one can be faster than this finger of hers.
At least in the several battles that took place, no one except Nan Ke could match the speed of her finger.
Since the beginning of the war, she has never spread the wings of the phoenix, because she doesn't need it.
The body has no colorful phoenix and double flying wings, but the heart has a tacit understanding.
This is Consonance Finger!
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