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"So, it's useless to me." Xiaode looked at Chen Changsheng and said seriously.
No matter how much hot water is added to the wooden barrel, there is no way to make the water boil, and it is impossible to pile up the soil into a mountain that is higher than the Tianshu Mausoleum, and it is impossible to be harder than a stone. , and there is no way to rely on the superposition of numbers to break through to a higher level.
This principle is not difficult to understand.
Cultivating the Tao is the cruelest thing in the world. I never believe that hard work can make up for weakness, and quantitative changes can never lead to qualitative changes.
Now he can face many cultivation masters at the beginning of the star gathering stage and even the middle stage at the same time, but it is difficult to kill them all. More importantly, when he faces star-gathering peak powerhouses like Xiaode and Xiao Zhang, the gap between their realms will drastically reduce his numerical advantage.
Back then in the Zhou Garden, he was able to confront the Golden Winged Roc, the envoy of Nanke, not because of how powerful he was, but because the famous sword of ten thousand ways that had awakened from the sword pond had accumulated hundreds of years of accumulation. Only by turning all the desire into fighting will can he unleash the earth-shattering ultimate sword.
Now that the garden of Zhou is quiet, the famous swords have returned to the mountains. The swords that are still beside him have been tempered and gradually renewed in the sea of Zangfeng, but there is no way to condense the fighting spirit they had at that time. In other words, the miraculous scene of Wan Jian Jackie Chan can no longer be reproduced in this world.
"Of course, you are still scary." Xiaode said with emotion for the present and fear for the future: "If you are allowed to survive and practice to reach the peak of Gathering Stars in the future, then what will you and your swords create? situation?"
If it was true as Xiaode said, the future Chen Changsheng would be able to defeat thousands of horses by himself, and could conquer cities and destroy countries.
"At that time, people like us will have no ability to resist in front of you and will be beaten like dogs by you."
Xiaode paused for a while, looked at Chen Changsheng and continued: "And this is unfair to us."
There was a dead silence in the courtyard, the shattered crabapple tree had long since died, and even the wind was quiet between the floating swords, not daring to move a little.
After hearing Xiaode's words, the masters of the imperial court fell silent, with complicated emotions on their faces.
Chen Changsheng didn't speak, his thin lips were slightly pursed, like a line.
It was like the line formed by the hundreds of swords in the snow sky at this time.
No ascetic would like to see such a future, would like to become a dog under the sword of a peerless genius, and they were originally hostile.
In order to avoid such a terrible future, the only thing they can do, and must do, is to kill the current Chen Changsheng.
Xiaode still looked at Chen Changsheng quietly, suddenly, a yellowish-brown light burst out from his pupils, and a terrifying aura was born along with it.
This breath is full of primitive and savage taste, even in the smallest fragment, it seems that the freshest animal blood is dripping.
His clothes were stretched extremely tightly, revealing a mountain-like inner body, and then pierced by countless animal hairs that were fine and as firm as steel needles.
There was originally an extremely deep wound on his chest. It was injured by Chen Changsheng's burning sword during the first fight, and it had been bleeding slowly. At this moment, the bleeding stopped suddenly, and the wound was visible to the naked eye. The speed bridges and then can never be seen again.
Chen Changsheng's hand holding the sword was slightly tight, knowing that the opponent was going to use the strongest method.
The monster race has many advantages that are hard to compare with the human race, such as speed, strength, and natural toughness of the body, but the biggest advantage is that the strong monster race can temporarily reveal the body, from the blood of the ancestors hidden in the life wheel , borrowing faster speed and greater strength to make the body stronger.
This is madness.
There was a buzzing sound in the courtyard, and the remaining branches of crabapple scattered on the ground were blown by the strong wind, smashed against the wall, and then became more finely divided.
Xiaode disappeared from the stone gate and arrived in front of Chen Changsheng.
The hundreds of swords in the snowy sky vibrated slightly, then suddenly fell silent after buzzing.
In the blink of an eye, Xiaode crossed a distance of eight zhang and was slashed by the Six Paths Sword.
But these six swords, which displayed exquisite sword moves in sequence, did not slow him down for a moment.
There were six sword marks on the surface of his body, and blood was slightly overflowing.
As the strongest in the Mesozoic of the monster race, his physical strength is terrifying, and after becoming mad, it has reached an unbelievable level. If it weren't for the fact that Chen Changsheng's swords all came from the sword pool, and they were all famous swords hundreds of years ago. I'm afraid he can't even leave some sword marks on his body.
In the snowstorm, Xiaode's fist came down on Chen Changsheng.
Just like the first encounter outside the wall at the very beginning, he still didn't use a weapon.
After Han Shan returned, Xiaode's temperament became much calmer, and his cultivation base also increased a lot. The biggest change was that he became more confident in his fists.
He had a weapon, but he was stabbed by Liu Qing before he could draw it out on the mountain path of Hanshan.
Then, in the persimmon grove by the stream, he met the Demon Lord, his weapon was a joke no matter whether he took it out or not.
From then on, Xiaode abandoned weapons and only used his hands.
Compared with swords, knives, guns, and magic tools, hands are the weapons that truly belong to the ascetics.
A shot is faster than a sword.
It was also faster than Chen Changsheng's sword.
Before Chen Changsheng could draw his sword, Xiaode's fist arrived. Fortunately, the yellow paper umbrella was still in his left hand.
The umbrella took advantage of the wind and blocked Xiaode's fist.
The umbrella was deeply sunken, and there was a huge force, only a loud noise was heard, and Chen Changsheng's left foot, which was behind, sank deeply into the ground.
The hard bluestone slab was crushed like a spider's web by his stepping on it, and the middle was deeply sunken like a whirlpool.
Cracking sounds sounded from his body, and it was unknown where the bones were cracked, or even broken.
A sword light that was so sharp that it looked a bit stern, lit up on the edge of the yellow paper umbrella.
Xiaode yelled violently, raised his fist and hit again, the wind was violent for a while, all the broken branches of crabapple in the courtyard disappeared, countless cracks appeared on the wall, and pieces of lime kept peeling off. Here, tens of thousands of years have passed.
At the same time as the fists fell like a mountain, the masters of the imperial court collectively attacked Chen Changsheng. Sword intent crisscrossed the courtyard, and countless sword moves emerged one after another.
After an unknown amount of time, the venue became quiet again.
With the power of the shock, Xiaode rolled back to the stone gate of the courtyard like a wind and sand, seemingly unharmed.
Suddenly, there was a light rubbing sound on his face.
Following the sound, a sword mark spread on his face to a width of about half an inch, blood overflowed, and the bones could be seen deep, which was extremely terrifying.
Chen Changsheng stood in front of the stone steps and drew his sword.
Several hard animal hairs fell from the air and hit the ground like steel needles, making a crisp sound.
Following the sound, Chen Changsheng coughed continuously, his face became paler and paler, his feet trembled slightly as he stepped on the gravel, and his body was also on the verge of falling.
Obviously, he was injured more seriously than Xiaode.
Xiaode's expression was very solemn, not because he was injured by Chen Changsheng again, no matter how strong his body was, it was impossible for him to forcibly resist the Wugou Sword on the Hundred Weapons List. It was because there was no sword wound on Chen Changsheng's body, which meant that in the previous chaotic battle, none of the swords of the dozens of masters of the imperial court could come close to him.
Faced with his full blow, Chen Changsheng was obviously seriously injured, so why was he able to control hundreds of swords in the courtyard at the same time
Xiaode was very puzzled. You must know that although the strength of Chen Changsheng's spiritual consciousness far exceeded that of ordinary practitioners, it was not too exaggerated for a strong man like him.
How did Chen Changsheng do it
Xiaode looked at the hundreds of kendos in the snowy sky, and remained silent.
He didn't want to understand this matter, but now he can at least be sure that if Chen Changsheng wants to control these hundreds of swords at the same time, the speed of consumption of spiritual consciousness must be extremely severe.
If the fight continues like this, it is very likely that Chen Changsheng has not fallen, but his consciousness has been exhausted.
"How long can you last?"
Xiaode withdrew his gaze, looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "If you insist on staying here, you will only end up being bombarded to death by my punches."
Hundreds of swords floated quietly in the snowy sky, guarding Chen Changsheng's surroundings.
This can be seen as a defensive sword array, or as an offensive front camp, but it is also like a prison cell.
It was difficult for others to break into this cell, and it was also difficult for Chen Changsheng to get out, because he dared not open the door.
So how long can he last
"I don't know." Chen Changsheng thought for a while, and said, "At least until Zhou Tong dies."
When he heard this sentence, Xiaode finally understood and was a little surprised.
In fact, Chen Changsheng had already expressed his attitude before, but neither he nor the court masters around him believed it.
But at this time, Xiaode believed his words more and more, because until now, Chen Changsheng still hadn't left, and was still standing in front of the stone steps.
Chen Changsheng is here, so he and so many court masters can only stay here.
The Great Zhou court's arrangement today was originally to kill Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, but until now, Xiaode had given up on this idea.
He knew that Chen Changsheng still had a way to go - just relying on these swords in the snow sky, there was no way to defeat Mr. Lin in the Orthodox Academy.
If Chen Changsheng used such means, he could at least break through.
Why doesn't he go? Could it be that he was really stalling for time, waiting for Zhou Tong to be killed by others
Chen Changsheng didn't say anything more, because he had already given the answer, and it was twice.
At the very beginning of the day, he and Wang Po wanted to kill Zhou Tong.
Later, it turned out that the court used this matter to kill him and Wang Po.
The situation is always changing, constantly oscillating.
That person hasn't shown up until now, so he should be left in the palace by his senior brother.
Li Palace has been quiet all this time, presumably because it was temporarily suppressed by the saint, but the saint naturally couldn't do anything else.
The most critical change in the whole situation is that Iron Tree failed to kill Wang Po, but was killed by Wang Po instead.
So, back to the source.
Things are back to the original point.
Or kill Zhou Tong.
So he will stay here until Zhou Tong dies.
He believed that Zhou Tong would definitely die.
No matter who is killed, it is death.