The wind was a little cold, and the stinging face was slightly painful, but it was just a cold wind, and it was not an attack from the divine thoughts of the old man who played the piano. Those mist thoughts like mountain ghosts and witch tigers seem to avoid the yellow paper umbrella, but where can they really avoid it.

The yellow paper umbrella in Chen Changsheng's hand is a countless rare material used by the Tang family in Wenshui, made by the old lady Tang himself, if the realm of the umbrella holder is enough, it can completely isolate all spiritual attacks, even if his current realm is still insufficient, it is enough to isolate the black robe from checking outside Zhou Yuan, what is the ideological attack of the old man who plays the qin? But the shot of the old man who plays the qin represents a dangerous signal, which means that Nanke finally no longer insists on his pride, and the strong men of the demon clan are very likely to attack him together and launch a siege on him.

This fact made Chen Changsheng very vigilant. Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er, the demon general couple, have been standing quietly and silently under the Divine Dao, as low-key as their names, but he has never forgotten that on the shore of the lake on the other side of the cliff, the terrifying strength shown by the demon general couple, this demon general couple is actually a real powerhouse in the upper realm of the stars, except for the peerless powerhouses like the Five Saints, the Eight Directions Wind and Rain, and Su Li, who can say that they can win lightly? Even if in order to enter Zhou Yuan, the demon general couple forcibly lowered the realm and only retained the strength of the upper realm, but with their combat experience and awareness, if they compete in combat power, they are even very likely to be stronger than Nanke.

Nanke's sword momentum has not yet been completely shattered by his sword intent, and the starlight like a sea of fireflies is still fluttering strongly in front of the umbrella of the yellow paper umbrella, his gaze crosses the edge of the yellow paper umbrella and Nanke's shoulder, and falls under the Shinto, his expression is abrupt. I saw that in the wind and rain, Liu Wan'er looked at him with a smile, looking very gentle and quiet, like a mother leaning on the door and waiting for her son to return, but she couldn't see the middle-aged man with a simple face by her side, where did he go?

Suddenly, a thunderous sound like spring thunder sounded in the sky above the Shinto! The cold wind passing through the mausoleum seemed to freeze at this moment, and the rain that fell became even more violent.

Chen Changsheng looked up and saw a black spot appear in the gloomy sky.

The black dot fell with a majestic torrential rain, getting faster and faster, and in a very short period of time, it became countless times larger, and it gradually became like a mountain in his eyes.

The twenty-four demon generals Teng Xiaoming turned into a heavy mountain, holding the seemingly ordinary flat pole in his hand, the wind and rain fell from the sky, whistling and breaking the wind, and its momentum was unparalleled!

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng's face instantly turned pale, but his eyes were still as calm as before, without any palpitation, and the short sword in his right hand pierced the falling rain curtain and greeted him.

The yellow paper umbrella in his left hand is resisting the two galaxies of Nanke, and the full momentum of the witch tiger in the sound of the piano is pounced, there is no way to move, if he wants to use the yellow paper umbrella to block Teng Xiaoming's trick, there is only one way to hide in the yellow paper umbrella. But then he had no way out, he could only be beaten passively, so he didn't have this choice, he chose to draw the sword. At such a tense moment, he did not forget to separate the sword intent in the yellow paper umbrella and transport it into the short sword.

The stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum shook violently, and the rain on the ground was like a frightened ghost, tearing and deforming to escape, turning into a large area of mist, in the corner behind the mist, Xu Yourong was affected by the shock, his face turned pale in an instant, he could no longer support it, he was extremely uncomfortable, he closed his eyes and began to breathe and resist.

The mist fell. Chen Changsheng was still standing in place, just a little shorter than just now, and when he looked closely, he found that his feet had sunk deep into the hard bluestone ground until he didn't have his knees!

Teng Xiaoming's mountain-like blow from the rain sky is indeed too terrifying. Chen Changsheng relied on the wisp of the short sword and the sword intent to take this heavy blow, even the body that had bathed in the true blood of the black dragon seemed to be about to shatter, from the center of the eyebrows to the collarbone to the cervical vertebrae to the ankle every bone was unbearable, his right hand kept trembling, like a seriously ill old man, if he didn't know that he would definitely die without a sword, where could his right hand still hold the hilt of the sword.

Teng Xiaoming stood in the rainstorm, his face expressionless.

The flat pole he held in his right hand was actually an iron rod, the thickness of an ordinary person's arm, made of the secret iron of the Demon Mountain mixed with two taels of meteorite real gold, extremely the battlefield of the snowfield, I don't know how many strong people in the Great Zhou army were killed alive, at this time, dozens of extremely deep sword marks appeared on this iron rod, especially the top was cut in half.

The iron rod and Chen Changsheng's short sword only met for a moment, and so many sword marks were cut, I have to say that the sharpness of that short sword has reached some unimaginable Cheng dù, and that sword intent is even more powerful and chilling. But Teng Xiaoming didn't have any reaction to this, looking at Chen Changsheng silent, like a real mountain, no matter how violent the wind and rain were, it couldn't shake his body in the slightest, giving people an extraordinarily solemn feeling.

This is the real powerhouse. Chen Changsheng looked at the demon man standing in the rain, and naturally gave birth to this thought, and then gave birth to more thoughts. As Nan Ke said before, he could only exert the true power of that sword intent in one thousand, how could he defeat such a powerful opponent? The most important thing was that with his current realm strength, if he wanted to block or even defeat this iron rod, the cooperation between that sword intent and the short sword was far from enough, he needed a sword that could exert the power of that sword intent even more.

He needed a heavier sword.

Just as he was thinking about these things, Teng Xiaoming raised the iron rod in his hand again, and the iron rod densely covered with sword marks seemed to be even more terrifying than before, and the torrential rain around the iron rod suddenly dispersed. A thunderous sound sounded above the Shinto, and iron rods roared through the air, avoiding all the wind and rain along the way.

At this time, Nanke's sword momentum had been completely shredded by the sword intent emanating from the yellow paper umbrella, and the attack of the old man's mind on the piano had also been blocked, Chen Changsheng could try to use the yellow paper umbrella to receive this iron rod at this time. His face was still pale, but not because he was nervous, but because the rain was too cold, and because he was disturbed by the last thought that had been born in his heart.

He could use the yellow paper umbrella to block this iron rod, but he didn't want to, because he had a vague feeling that although the sword intent attached to the yellow paper umbrella was powerful, it was not the best way for himself in the current realm to use to receive this iron bar. He still felt he needed a heavier sword.

In fact, he had no other way but to use a yellow paper umbrella, because he didn't have a heavier sword. But...... He just felt that he should have a heavy sword.

Just when Chen Changsheng's thought was born, somewhere in the grassland south of the mausoleum, a change occurred.

The rain in the distance was much lighter than the rain in the mausoleum, and the water in the grass was gently beaten by the drizzle, but suddenly, for some reason, the ground of the grassland was sinking, as if it had collapsed! The water in the grassland and the rain in the sky were instantly condensed into a water ball, becoming extremely tight, as if there was an extremely heavy thing under the ground, which was attracting the surrounding qiē.

An angry chirp rang out from the depths of the dim sky. The roar came from the Roc. What is it about the imminent advent that makes it so angry, that it can even be heard vigilant?

The heavy iron rod broke through the wind and rain on the Shinto Road and came to the main gate of the mausoleum, only more than ten zhang away from Chen Changsheng, but he did not raise the yellow paper umbrella, and even with a clear sound, he withdrew the short sword into its sheath!

He himself didn't even know why he did this, why he put away his sword?

At this moment, a loud rumbling sound sounded outside the mausoleum, as if a real wind and thunder had come to the ground. Compared with the sound of wind and thunder, the sound of wind and thunder carried by the iron rod is like the sound of firecrackers burned by children during the New Year.

A black thing broke through the rainstorm and came to Chen Changsheng's body, and then stood still.

It was a sword, dark and made of unknown materials, there was no pattern on the sword, it was not smooth, it looked extremely rough, and it didn't even have a blade, as if it hadn't finished casting. In short, this iron sword has no characteristics, it does not exude any eye-catching aura, but it is very wide, straight, long, thick, and black, so it looks ...... It's heavy.

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Chen Changsheng wanted a heavier sword.

Then a heavy sword appeared in front of his eyes, hovering silently in the wind and rain.

The hilt of the iron sword was slanted downward, and he could easily hold it as long as he reached out. The posture of this iron sword was so comfortable that he raised his hand without even thinking about it.

His right hand passed through the seemingly static curtain of rain and grasped the hilt of his sword.

The hilt of this iron sword was also very thick, very thick, very rough, and the surface of his palm and the hilt seemed to be completely in one place, and he clearly felt a heavy feeling. Something happened at this moment. The sword intent attached to the yellow paper umbrella did not obey Chen Changsheng's divine sense command, and entered this iron sword through his body, because there was already a sword intent in this iron sword, and the sword intent in the yellow paper umbrella disdained or did not want to compete with that powerful sword intent. With Chen Changsheng's current realm and sword path cultivation, he couldn't accurately perceive the strength of the sword intent in the iron sword, but he could clearly feel that the sword intent was as heavy as this iron sword.

He withdrew his hand and removed the iron sword from the rain.

Removing this heavy iron sword from the rain requires great strength. At the same time, this heavy iron sword also gave him an extremely powerful power. Then he swung his iron sword and slashed at the iron rod that broke through the rain.

Iron swords and iron rods meet in a torrential rain.

There was a brief silence, and then a continuous blast of wind and thunder. The rain was shattered, turned into thousands of water arrows, and shot away along a circle in all directions, and countless deep holes were punched in the cliff wall in front of the main gate of the mausoleum, full of holes, and a clear light emanated from the Wugong behind Xu Yourong, protecting her, but not Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng's clothes were full of thin holes, like leaves after being eaten by insects, floating in the rain, his face was extremely pale, his feet were still sunk in the hard bluestone ground, surrounded by spiderweb-like cracks, and he looked a little miserable.

But he didn't retreat.

The powerful demon general retreated, was directly shocked back more than a hundred zhang, fell heavily into the rain, kept spitting blood, and the iron rod in his hand was bent at an extremely exaggerated angle.

The sound of the torrential rain was still thundering, and there was a dead silence up and down the Shinto.

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(Today, there is an advance report that will be updated very late.,It's said in the book and in the group and the WeChat public account.,But there are still readers who haven't seen it.,Now I think about it.,The easiest way,Or trouble everyone to pay attention to the WeChat public account.,So sometimes there's something going on.,You can tell you directly.,It's this chapter today.,Seven thousand words tomorrow.。 ）