The water surface trembled faster and faster, the water lines became denser and denser, and the lines that dispersed to the surroundings gradually squeezed together, impacting and tearing each other, and finally turned into countless water droplets, which were shaken off the water surface and mixed with the grass clippings that were broken into powder, forming a pale cyan mist, somewhat transparent, and the light in the distance penetrated into it, and a faint shadow could be faintly seen.

The shadow is very thin and straight, like a straight line that has not been drawn, very light, as if the ink that painted this line has been poured into countless lakes, giving people a feeling that this thin shadow is obviously in the fog, but it seems to be elsewhere, obviously in front of you, but it seems that there is no zài, even if zài is stored in other worlds, it is just a projection of a real object in the Zhou Garden.

The cyan mist was the dividing line between the real world and the other worlds, and it stands to reason that this barrier separating space should be extremely strong, but the next moment after it appeared, the cyan mist dispersed. It spread out so quickly that the space around it didn't have time to react, and a terrifying hurricane broke out in the grassland.

-- In a very short period of time, the object spreads dramatically, and in fact it is an explosion. To describe the picture at this time in simple language, it should be said that the cyan mist exploded. Merely...... The explosion made no sound, except for the sound of the wind whistling by, and the silence was extremely eerie and terrifying.

Silent does not mean soft and powerless, countless terrifying breaths and unimaginable invisible edges, with the dissipation of the cyan mist, spread towards the surroundings of the grassland, easily catching up with and then surpassing those hurricanes that were squeezed away by spatial deformation, and taking the lead in contacting those living or inanimate things in the grassland.

Whether it was the wild reeds or the peculiar weeping bells of the southern swamps, countless grasses were chopped up and turned into a rain of green flocular, which was scattered everywhere with a loud noise, and the stones in the grass were also chopped up, turning into gravel the size of fingernails, which were blown by the wind in the water of the wetland like sharp arrows, and stunned the frogs and swimming fish hidden in the mud, and then the frogs and swimming fish were also broken, whether the scales or fins, they were all turned into pieces, and the ground in the wetland was also broken, as if turned seventy-two times by the industrious and stupid farmer, and finally the water surface was broken, and became countless droplets, and the air was also broken, and became countless light flocculent winds。

The cyan mist dispersed, and the thin shadow finally revealed its true body.

In the grassland within a radius of more than ten miles, everything is chopped up, a plain, and everything is powdered.

The real body of that thin shadow is still a shadow, extremely faint, and it is not real, but it can only be roughly seen that it is ...... Sword.

This thin shadow is not the real body of the sword, but the shadow of the sword, or rather, this is a sword intent.

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When that sword intent shattered everything and revealed its true body, the entire sunset grassland, and even the entire Zhou Garden, was sensed. An extremely deep vibration came from the depths of the underground of Zhou Ling. In the black sea formed by the beast tide, countless waves were set off, and it was the action of thousands of demon beasts looking at that sword intent. The terrifying shadow in the sky became even lower, as if it were about to envelop the entire grassland. In front of the main gate of the mausoleum, Nanke Huo Ran turned around and looked into the depths of the grassland, his eyes narrowed, and his usually indifferent and even somewhat dull eyes became extremely sharp. However, whether it was the thousands of demon beasts or her, or even the shadow in the sky, they only saw the plain in the depths of the grassland with a radius of ten miles, but they couldn't see the sword shadow.

Because before that, there was a fresh breeze blowing in that grassland.

That sword intent went away with the wind, disappeared with the wind, quietly, disappeared in an instant, and naturally disappeared.

No one noticed that this sword intent followed this gentle breeze, passed through the dim grassland, entered the clouds, ignored the rain falling from the sky, and came to the mausoleum of Zhou Dufu, and then fell on the ground covered with thick snow like the first rays of the plum blossoms, like the first wisps of turbid water flowing into the riverbed that had dried up for thousands of years, and disappeared into the mausoleum.

Naturally, no one could find out where this sword intent had gone.

Chen Changsheng held the umbrella diagonally in his left hand, not sheltering from the rain, just guarding against the attack of Nanke, and his whole body was already soaked with rain.

As the rain began to fall, the pearl-sized droplets of water kept hitting the surface of the yellow paper umbrella, making a drum-like sound.

The yellow paper umbrella trembled slightly, and the tremor passed along the umbrella surface and umbrella bone to the umbrella handle, and then clearly to his hands, his body, and his heart.

The rain grew louder, but the high platform in front of the mausoleum seemed extremely quiet.

Nanke turned around and looked at him expressionlessly, I don't know why, I always felt that this soaking wet and incomparably wolf-looking teenager had become a little different from before. She didn't know where this feeling came from or what it had to do with the previous anomaly in the grasslands, but she knew that something was about to change. She doesn't accept any changes that prevent her from entering the Great Mausoleum, so she decides to end the battle before the changes arrive. It's just that she didn't expect that the change had already happened.

It wasn't the sound of a rainstorm, it was the sound of wings spreading in the rain.

More than ten feet of green wings spread out behind her, bringing out two streams of rain, reflecting the dim light, those water droplets were like blood droplets, beautiful and thrilling.

The green wings suddenly surged, and the wind suddenly rose on the stone platform in front of the main gate of the mausoleum, and the water and rain falling from the sky shot away obliquely, and a powerful aura directly shook all the rain back into the sky. Nanke disappeared on the edge of the stone platform, and the next moment, with a few traces of residual rain and extremely cold killing intent, attacked Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng's gaze crossed the rain and cold wind, met the little girl's gaze, and saw only coldness and determination to kill. At this moment, his eyelashes were no longer trembling by the cold wind and killing intent, and the terrifying all-out blow of the little demon princess actually made him have an irresistible thought.

He thought so, but he couldn't do it, because he wanted to live, so he held his dagger and slashed at the rain and the cold wind in front of him.

However, the moment he swung his dagger, he felt something so strange that his arm stiffened.

Whether this sword could block Nanke's full force blow, he didn't have any confidence.

But for some reason, he felt that the short sword in his hand was ...... Seems confident.

The sword stabbed towards the cold wind and rain.

The cold wind suddenly dispersed, and the cold rain stopped.

In just an instant, Jian Feng broke through this storm and came to the center of Nanke's eyebrows.

The sword momentum of this sword is not stable, and the sword heart is not clear, let alone any sword moves.

But the sword intent is incomparably powerful.

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(It's okay today, I'll write slowly and seriously, and I'll fall asleep after writing enough 9,000 words, but not too quickly.) ）