That sword intent entered the yellow paper umbrella, and the world around the mausoleum gave birth to an induction, but the first thing that changed was of course the yellow paper umbrella itself.

The yellow paper umbrella is still the same as usual, old and slightly dirty, the appearance has not changed at all, but the aura emitted has changed a lot, in this umbrella-like magic weapon with extremely strong defense, it seems that it has suddenly become an incomparably sharp sword, in Chen Changsheng's eyes, it is obviously still an umbrella, but there is a clear feeling of a sword in his hand.

The faint blue sword light arrived, carrying Nanke's absolute killing intent and incomparably powerful true yuan.

Chen Changsheng raised the yellow paper umbrella and greeted it, as if holding a round shield, trying to block the spear stabbed by the enemy.

Dozens of days ago, on the shore of the lake on the other side of the cliff of Zhou Yuan, when he fought with those two maids, he often used this method, but it was obvious that today's yellow paper umbrella was very different from that day's yellow paper umbrella, because of that sword intent? But it was also completely different from his previous sword intent with a short sword, and it was two concepts.

The difference and difference is that the yellow paper umbrella with that sword intent has become extremely powerful, and even a little terrifying.

On the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, countless sharp cutting sounds suddenly sounded, and those sounds seemed to be cracks in space, and like turbulence in the air, rapid and short, but continuous. Countless seemingly subtle sword winds erupted from the umbrella surface of the yellow paper umbrella, lingering around his body, spinning at high speed, cutting the qiē he encountered.

The rain and snow cliff path and the dark blue sword light.

The raindrops that fell from the sky were cut into powder, the residual snow accumulated on the ground was chopped into silk, and countless deep sword marks appeared on the hard ground, on the stone walls, and even on the main entrance of the mausoleum. As for the faint blue sword light that came from across the sky, it was shredded into ten thousand starlight before it had time to shine on the two galaxies of the Southern Cross, and dispersed along with the shattered wind floc.

The sharp cutting sounds grew muffled and then faded away.

Those subtle sword winds gradually returned to the stone cliffs of the mausoleum, and they did not reappear.

The torrential rain continued to fall, but it seemed to have become much more timid than before, especially the rain that fell on the yellow paper umbrellas.

There was silence.

In the grassland below the mausoleum, it gradually became noisy, and the beast tide like the Black Sea faintly stirred waves, and there were signs of commotion.

Previously, when this sword intent entered Chen Changsheng's body, and when he used a short sword to cast it, the beast tide was still able to remain calm, but when this sword intent entered the yellow paper umbrella, and then easily slashed Nanke's sword momentum, thus proving something, the thousands of demon beasts in the grassland could no longer control the situation.

Some demon beasts tried to retreat timidly, and more demon beasts roared angrily towards the mausoleum, and countless roars converged together, like thunder, about to open the gloomy sky, if it wasn't for Nanke to forcibly suppress it with soul wood, I was afraid that the black sea formed by the beast tide had already surged towards Zhou Ling at this time.

Nanke didn't know why the demon beast's reaction was so big, because the appearance of that sword intent indicated that the sword pool might be about to appear?Then why was the beast tide not as turbulent as it was at this time when the sword intent appeared before? She was a little puzzled, and her eyes fell on Xu Yourong's body through the rain. Previously, it was she who asked Chen Changsheng to abandon his sword and use the umbrella.

Today's field is full of strong masters, Xu Yourong is seriously injured, extremely weak, most of the time her eyes are closed, she didn't watch this battle, but she actually understood something. This made Nanke a little angry and unwilling, just like the feeling she had when the sword intent was used by Chen Changsheng before.

Here I still have to quote Tang Thirty-six's famous assertion, Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng are really two guys who are very good at making people speechless.

Xu Yourong held his spirit, looked at the turbulent beast tide under the mausoleum, and said weakly: "Put away the umbrella." ”

Chen Changsheng listened to her words and put away the yellow paper umbrella.

When the umbrella is folded away, it resembles a sword, and many people have had a similar experience, holding an umbrella and stabbing the dirt and walls with the tip of the umbrella for fun in the streets and alleys after the rain has stopped.

Why? Because when the umbrella is folded, it looks like a sword.

At this time, the yellow paper umbrella that Chen Changsheng held in his left hand was very much like a sword.

The tide of beasts around the mausoleum instantly became silent.

Those angry roars are gone.

The monsters who were in a commotion trying to go to the mausoleum became a little panicked, as if something big was about to happen. In the depths of the beast tide, those few powerful demon beasts at the level of the Gathering Star Realm like mountains and rivers began to exude a violent and bloody aura. The great shadow in the sky was even lower than before.

The sword pool is Zhou Yuan's biggest secret. The sword is the biggest taboo in the steppe.

What is the connection between this sword intent and the sword pool it represents, and the countless demon beasts that roam the grassland where the sun never sets? Xu Yourong silently deduced and calculated, his mind was sharply consumed, and his face became more and more pale. In the end, her gaze fell on the umbrella in Chen Changsheng's left hand, and she thought to herself, it seems that this is really the legendary yellow paper umbrella.

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The world outside Zhou Yuan is as good as the wind and snow.

The great shadow in the sky was even lower than before. In the distance of the snowfield, the figures of more than ten demon generals stood like mountains and rivers, exuding a bloody and powerful aura. At this point, one demon general has been killed, seven demon generals have been injured, and three of them have broken limbs. The demons have already paid a heavy enough price.

The snow flakes fell on Su Li's shoulders and were instantly cut into countless pieces of wadding.

There was blood on his sword, but there was no blood on his body, and he didn't seem to be injured, but in fact, he had been extremely consumed, and he could no longer perfectly condense the sword intent in his body, and he began to leak out.

The black robe sat cross-legged on the snow mound, looked at him and said calmly: "Although your name is Su Li, you can't leave today." ”

Su Li looked at the shadow in the sky and was silent.

"What do you like to eat the most, what do you like to eat the most, where have you been over the years, how many people have you killed in Daxizhou, do you like the mountains or the sea, how often do you write a letter to your daughter, how long did you practice the first style of sword moves after you worshiped the Lishan Sword Sect, how many times you quarreled with your master, how many days did you cry after your master died in Zhou Yuan......

The black robe stroked the square plate in front of his knee with his slender fingers, and said, "All the information I can collect about you is used in this bureau, how can you leave?"

Su Li retracted his gaze, looked at him and said mockingly: "What I don't like the most is people like you. Obviously, in the end, he still has to rely on his strength to fight life and death, but he always likes to reason and talk about probability, even if he is about to die in the end, he still doesn't forget to put on a wisdom bead when he is dying, who do you pretend to show it to?"

A low laugh rang out from the black robe: "Naturally, it's for you to see someone like me who is counted to death." ”

Su Li sneered and said, "Do you really think that one qiē can be calculated?"

The black robe said, "Why not?"

"Of course you know that the stars can move. If the stars can move, where is the fate that is destined to be unchanging? If there is no destiny, how can it be calculated?"

Su Li looked at the night sky, did not see the two starry rivers in the south, only saw the snowflakes that kept falling in front of the shadow, and said in a clear voice: "The world is changing all the time, the snow has been falling for a long time, it has become thicker and thicker, or there will be an avalanche at a certain moment, how can you calculate?"

"The way of the sword is not snow, the path of cultivation is not snow, quantitative changes will not necessarily cause qualitative changes, and desperate situations will not allow you to break through. ”

The black robe knew what his words were implied by, and said calmly: "Because you are an unborn genius in the way of swords. ”

This sentence is a compliment, from the mouth of the most mysterious demon military advisor in the mainland, even Su Li should feel proud, but this sentence is even more destructive.

The unborn kendo genius, if he could break through, he would have already broken through, whether it was the great terror between life and death, or some other method or means.

The black robe continued: "You can't make kendo achieve great perfection, it's not for any other reason, you never lack talent, understanding, will, and even the most crucial luck, and the reason why you are so is because you lack the most important thing, which is very important to kendo. ”

Of course, Su Li understood what he was talking about.

"Kendo, the cultivation is the sword. ”

The black robe's voice did not rise or fall without any emotion, and made a cold conclusion: "Without a sword worthy of you, your sword path will never be complete." ”

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(The next chapter will be later, but try to get it out by eleven o'clock.) ）