Chen Sheng traveled to Mount Tai that year, and his impression of these eighteen plates was extremely deep. At this moment, he borrowed the phase of eighteen plates into the six-and-a-half stick method, and vividly displayed this sweeping army, showing the majesty and precipitousness of Dongyue Mountain. The tighter and tighter the turn, the more urgent the turn, the real urgency and aggressiveness. Cao Qiudao kept retreating, but he couldn't find a gap to defend and attack.

In the life of the Sword Saint, he has experienced hundreds of battles. The wealth of experience is unparalleled in the world. Although he fell into the upper hand for a while, he did not show signs of defeat, let alone the slightest panic. He knows very well that the wind never ends, and the rainstorm never ends. Although Chen Sheng's sharp turn offensive was fierce, it was impossible for him to keep turning endlessly. When Chen Sheng's momentum has climbed to the limit of no urgency and no hurry, the offensive is bound to stop, and as long as the sword can seize this gap and swing it, it will definitely be able to defeat the enemy with one blow! Therefore......

Patience is the key to defeating the enemy and winning.

In the same way, how could Chen Sheng not know? Therefore, although he has the upper hand for the time being, he will not take the enemy lightly. What's more, the eighteen plates are not as simple as Cao Qiudao imagined, and there are other wonderful changes. After eighteen consecutive circling sweeps, Chen Sheng raised his voice and stepped out of his left foot as before. But this time is different. The left foot did not poke out in the direction of Cao Qiudao, but stepped horizontally, and in an instant, it suddenly stopped the momentum of turning around. The position of holding the gun has changed 180 degrees, originally using the elbow of the left arm to press the barrel of the gun, but now suddenly changing to the right elbow. Taking advantage of the force that produced the opposite direction, Chen Sheng suddenly stepped on his right foot, turning the rotation from the left into a sharp turn from right to left, turning sharply in the opposite direction, sweeping thousands of troops!

The completely unexpected changes made Cao Qiudao greatly miscalculated. The otherwise impeccable defensive posture turned out to be flawed. He leaned back in time to dodge, but after all, he was still half an inch behind, and for the second time since the beginning of the battle, the tip of the spear swept across his forehead, cutting off a few strands of hair in the air! This small setback was originally insignificant, but Cao Qiudao's heart was immediately abrupt.

The Sword Saint was still waiting for Chen Sheng's momentum to reach the limit, his momentum slumped, and his fatigue was revealed, and then he waited for the opportunity to draw his sword and kill the enemy. But if it is said that Chen Sheng who is spinning was originally a spinning top with a sharp blade, then now he suddenly found that this spinning top can actually rotate in reverse at any time. If you want to reach in and stop it, how much more difficult is it?

Mount Tai eighteen plates, in fact, are divided into three sections. As the saying goes, "tight eighteen, slow eighteen, unhurried and eighteen". Since Chen Sheng simulated his own climbing on Mount Tai's eighteen plates, the offensive of the Yajiao gun in his hand also changed with the ups and downs of the mountain. Tight and slow, left and right, twists and turns, hard to fathom. Among them, there is more room for rest and rest, and there is no fear of fatigue.

The previous wishful thinking did not work, and it was necessary to plan another countermeasure. Cao Qiudao's thinking was ten times faster than the sword in his hand. After retreating and fighting for about ten steps, he had a plan in his heart. Although this method is a bit risky, since he has already started it, Cao Qiudao only has the idea of victory or defeat in his thoughts, but he has already put life and death out of the way.

He took a deep breath, and saw the moment when Chen Sheng changed direction and rotated again, which was almost beyond the gap of the white horse, and was fleeting, he suddenly re-crossed his right hand, raised his head to the sky and left his left foot off the ground, and the entire upper body also sank, and the whole person immediately came out of the threatening range of this move sweeping thousands of troops, and then slid forward, quickly and incoherently broke into Chen Sheng's inner plate, and then his right leg stopped the fall with extremely deep horse steps, and slashed the sword from the bottom to the top, trying to split Chen Sheng into two.

Cao Qiudao was hiding in the dead corner under the barrel of the gun, and at this moment, Chen Sheng couldn't see him at all. But the extremely strong and keen martial arts instinct made Chen Sheng immediately understand that life and death were about to be decided. At the moment of lightning, Chen Sheng leaned forward, driving the tip of the Yajiao spear to also point on the bluestone on the ground, with the help of the huge centrifugal force derived from the rotation of the eighteen disks, Chen Sheng brazenly threw himself into the sky, and the sword of the slashing sword passed by only a millimeter. Immediately afterwards, Chen Sheng even used this pole vault-like action to volley forward two feet away.

However, such a quick response still failed to get Chen Sheng out of danger. The previous battle between the two sides was actually close to the edge of the observatory. Cao Qiudao missed a blow, slid the shovel forward, kicked hard with his left foot on the fence at the very edge of the stargazing platform, and turned over with the help of the reaction force, twisted his body to adjust his posture, not only stood up again, but also with the help of the rapid momentum of falling forward, all the spiritual energy of his body was condensed into one.

Every muscle and every joint in the body was completely poured into the sword without the slightest loss. Fast as a meteor passing through the sky, as fast as thunder and lightning, a fatal sword that will kill and win, stabbing straight at Chen Sheng's heart that was completely exposed because he had not yet had time to turn around!

Chen Sheng didn't have eyes in the back of his head, so he naturally couldn't see the sword coming. However, while he flew and jumped sharply with his gun, he had already expected Cao Qiudao to do this. Under his full attention, Chen Sheng exerted his "listening strength" kung fu to an unprecedented limit. With only the subtle sensing of his skin and the sneering sound of the sword breaking through the air, he had already seen Cao Qiudao's fatal sword clearly in his heart in an instant. Chen Sheng didn't think about it, and the steel gun was tilted down with both hands like electricity, and the twenty-fourth style of the six-and-a-half-stick stick: Beauty holding the boat!

Fighting with each other is like playing chess. Every fall must be carefully calculated in advance. Some people just see the move, but some people can take one step and think ten steps. Even though the Sword Master had never seen the six-and-a-half stick method, this kind of move, which was similar to returning the horse pistol, was really the only way for Chen Sheng to persist in winning in defeat. How could Cao Qiudao not have expected it? Therefore, the previous sword seemed to be thunderous, but in fact, it was hidden and could not bear it. As soon as he saw Chen Sheng's backhand, the sword saint immediately sank his wrist, and the sword momentum changed from straight to horizontal, cutting off the steel spear and stabbing it.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and the spears and swords were directly and frantically opposed, but the weapons exchanged fires, and they did not even make the slightest sound. It turned out that Cao Qiudao at the short moment when the blade of the sword slashed the barrel of the gun, he unleashed an esoteric technique of holding the blade and unloading, absorbing and dissolving the power of the spear, guiding and restraining it, which was the "strength"! As soon as the move was made, Cao Qiudao immediately shook his arm and spun rapidly, turning out one after another, seemingly endless sword rings.

Chen Sheng reflexively shot out, and the angle of his arm was already unnatural. If you are twisted like this again, if you still insist on refusing to let go, you will definitely only end up with all the joints of your hands twisted. If your arms are broken, you will be crippled, how can you continue to fight? As a last resort, Chen Sheng's only choice was to let go and throw the gun!

The sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, and the Yajiao spear quickly circled and transformed into a round of silver plates, rising straight into the sky. Even though Chen Sheng was finally able to turn around and face Cao Qiudao head-on, he had already turned into a bare-handed fist. No matter how good his boxing skills were, if he wanted to compete with the unfathomable peerless swordsmanship of the Sword Saint in this defenseless state, it would be no different from suicide at all. Although life and death are still undecided, this victory or defeat has been decided!

The situation could not be more obvious, so each other's hearts were bright. In Cao Qiudao's opinion, even though Chen Sheng under the moonlight tried to pretend to be calm, his eyebrows had already revealed a nervousness that was difficult to hide. This Mr. Forget Worry has the chance to win, shouts loudly, and rushes to bully himself. Slashing the sword at the head, like a thunderbolt of lightning, really does not leave half a point behind—because there is no need for it.

Strange changes are happening, just when the lightning is not enough! Chen Sheng thundered, sat on a four-flat horse with his right foot, and rushed forward with both arms in a false grip, and it was a depression stick turning into a dragon gun! However, the Yajiao gun is still hovering in mid-air, there is no gun in his hand, even if he has a gun in his heart, how can he help Cao Qiudao?

No! Chen Sheng certainly has a gun in his heart, and he also has it in his hand! Between the electric light and stone fire, a long stick about three meters long, ten inches at the front and back ends were inlaid with iron sheets, and there were also rows of copper cast round nails on it, suddenly appeared in Chen Sheng's hand as if by magic. It is his Hongmen family heirloom soldier - a thousand troops!

The stick head breaks through the air and stabs, and the strength is thousand, and it is amazing! Suddenly, the pupils of Cao Qiudao's eyes contracted sharply, and he knew that something was wrong. There is a desire to dodge and block, but this sword is different from just now, the sword momentum is exhausted, but where can it be stopped? He put his heart sideways, simply strengthened his sword strength, and decided to gamble! Either you die or I live, it depends on whether the gun comes first or the sword comes first!

Flick your fingers and breathe, and the rabbit rises and falls. On the stargazing platform, the two figures immediately separated, staggered past each other, and each opened a distance of about five steps, and then turned from movement to stillness, as if they had become two stone statues standing still. Looking at its posture, it seems that it can stand from the beginning of heaven and earth until the end comes. At this moment, the wind stopped, the sound was silent, and the heavens and the earth were silent. I don't know who wins? Who loses? Who gave birth? Who died?

The upward rush was exhausted, and the Yajiao gun turned and fell, and there was a soft sound of "poof~", and the tip of the gun pierced deeply into the bluestone floor. The barrel of the gun shook slightly under the urging of the residual energy, and made a series of extremely slight buzzing and shaking sounds. It was as if the stone throwing shook a thousand waves, and the silent atmosphere in the field was smashed on the spot.

Cao Qiudao snorted in a low voice, leaned forward no longer in support, "Woo~" fell heavily - along with the long stick that pierced his chest and completely broke half of his heart. The five fingers that were no longer able to hold the sword were naturally released, and the slashing that was released from the hand and the bluestone slab on the ground collided with each other, making a pleasant sound of "jingle ~".

Tick ~ tick ~ tick ~, a series of red blood beads fell to the ground. The source of the sound came from Chen Sheng's right shoulder. Cao Qiudao struck a desperate blow, after all, it was not trivial. Just half a second after Chen Sheng pierced the right chest of the Sword Saint with his long stick, he could not avoid being hit by the sword at the same time. It was because of this only half a second that Cao Qiudao's heart was shattered, and the strength on the sword was also lost sharply. Therefore, even if this sword could still slash at Chen Sheng's body, it only hit the shoulder. After splitting the shoulder blade, the strength is exhausted, and it is no longer possible to go deeper, let alone cause any fatal injuries.

The winner has been decided, and life and death are decided. In this battle, it was Cao Qiudao who lost. Not only did he lose his prestige, but he also lost his life at the same time, and he never had any chance to turn over.

Even though he won, Chen Sheng was also injured. However, the unyielding satisfaction of finally defeating the strong enemy after doing everything he could, made Chen Sheng's heart filled with great joy, and even forgot the pain in his body. What's more, now is the time for harvest.