Chen Changsheng's face was illuminated by the sword light, just like a snowfield.

The phantom of Julo was right in front of him, in the midst of the torrential rain, radiating infinite light, like an idol of a god.

The unimaginable coercion, with the arrival of the sword, fell on Chen Changsheng's body and mind.

His sword was of course inferior to Liu Qing's sword, but it was also unusual, facing the strongest human beings he had never encountered before, and he had never even imagined, he naturally used his strongest sword.

Su Li's three swords taught him were all in between.

The dumb sword helped him stand firm in front of this divine power. Hui Jian helped him judge the trajectory of this sword in the torrential rain, you must know that this sword belongs to the divine realm, invisible and traceless, Wang Po and Liu Qing's level may barely be able to understand some, but if he doesn't learn Hui Sword, there is no possibility at all.

In the end, he burned his true essence and life in an attempt to block the sword.

It's a pity that he can't block Zhu Luo's sword, just like a praying mantis's arm can't block a galloping carriage.

Without any accidents, the Void Sword took Yuehua past the blade of the Dragon Yin Sword.

However, Zhu Luo's sword was about to invade his eyes, but it was ...... Blocked from the scabbard of the Dragon's Sword.

How can a virtual sword be blocked by a real scabbard? Only Chen Changsheng, who was in the middle of the field, understood what was going on, which was difficult to explain in words, for the spectators in the heavy rain, the picture they saw was:

- The void sword pierced into the scabbard that Chen Changsheng held in both hands.

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There are two moons in the night sky and in the water, and there are two Zhuluo on the rainy street, one is real and the other is illusory, but the two moons are equally bright, and the two Zhuluo are equally powerful, the difference is only in the ruthlessness.

When the void sword carrying Yuehua pierced into Chen Changsheng's scabbard, the virtual image of Zhu Luo in front of Chen Changsheng did not change at all, his face was still expressionless, releasing light and heat from the inside out, and on the farther rain street, Zhu Luo, who had suppressed Wang Po's iron knife and gradually fell silent, his cold expression was instantly replaced by shock and slight confusion.

Countless sword sounds suddenly sounded in the rainstorm.

Then, the sound of the torrential rain was no longer heard.

The sharp, rough, sharp, clear, and dull sword roar resounded violently in the rainy street.

In the entire Xunyang City, only the sound of the sword could be heard.

The void sword seemed to encounter countless swords in an instant, or collided, or rubbed, or cut each other, countless sword sounds sounded at the same time, and some spectators with a slightly lower realm in the heavy rain were directly shocked and fainted!

But nothing happened on the partial-life rain street, it seemed that except for the falling rain, it was very quiet, how did these sword sounds come about? Where did Zhu Luo's sword meet?

Those swords are all in the scabbard of the dragon sword.

Chen Changsheng's sword was originally ten thousand swords.

The 10,000 swords that were brought out of the Zhou Garden.

But all of Zhu Luo's swords were sealed in the scabbard.

But after all, they met.

Ten thousand swords have never been unsheathed, and they can fight the enemy.

In the scabbard, for a time, the golden iron horse, the storm, the thunder roared!

The void sword in Zhu Luo's hand was constantly sinking into Chen Changsheng's scabbard.

It's not a sheath, it's getting shorter.

Some glittering particles fluttered around the sheath.

It was worn sword shavings.

Although ten thousand swords are broken, the sword intent is still sharp. In just an instant, there were at least thousands of cuts and frictions, how could Zhu Luo's Void Sword hold up! Even the real Moon Sword in his hand on the other side of Yujie was also getting shorter! What was even more unimaginable was that between his fingers holding the hilt of the sword, blood began to seep out!

Zhu Luo's face turned a little pale, and a slight look appeared in his eyes, which had been as indifferent as a god before, and then quickly transformed into anger like a flood!

He could feel those swords in Chen Changsheng's scabbard, and even recognized those as famous swords that had passed away, and some were even the breath that he was close to hundreds of years ago, but he couldn't feel Chen Changsheng's adventures or ask the truth of the matter, because those once extremely powerful swords were attacking him, and he was really injured!

He was actually injured by a teenager who had passed through the Netherworld.

It doesn't matter what kind of teenage genius you are.

It doesn't matter what the youngest Tongyun Upper Realm in history is.

You're just a sixteen-year-old boy after all.

How can you hurt me, how dare you hurt me, I have been hurt by you in all directions, this is an inadmissible thing.

The roar resounded through Xunyang City, instantly suppressing the sound of those swords.

The rain clouds dispersed, and the moonlight became more abundant.

Zhu Luo took a step forward towards Wang Po, and the sword in his hand slashed downward.

On the rainy street dozens of feet away, his virtual image leaned over towards Chen Changsheng.

The void sword kept plunging into its scabbard.

Those sword shavings with brilliance sprayed more intensively.

Those brilliance, those sword shavings, are all sharp intentions born after the sword intent and sword intent are cut.

It looks beautiful, but it's actually dangerous.

The torrential rain gradually slowed down, and the water on the street did not disperse, and those sword crumbs fell, and the water streaks were scattered.

Not to mention the bluestone and broken walls on the ground, which are full of debris.

Liu Qing stood up from the rain and continued to stand in front of Su Li's horse, with a horizontal sword in front of him.

Those glorious sword shavings shot out, like countless arrows.

In just an instant, his headband was cut off, his black hair floated up, and then his hair was cut off as well.

His clothes were in tatters, and there were hundreds of tiny blood holes on his body, which looked very miserable.

But in the end, he protected the horse and the man on it.

Su Li sat on the yellow huss horse, lowered his head, and did not speak.

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It stands to reason that Chen Changsheng should have died at this time.

Both Su Li and Zhu Luo think so. But the miraculous thing is that he was shrouded in the sword shavings of the sky, and he didn't even have one more wound on his body. A breath came from nowhere, enveloping his whole body. That breath, I don't know if it came from the piece of jade Ruyi around his waist, or a string of stone beads that came out of his wrist at some point.

No one could feel this aura, only those sword shavings, so when they came to Chen Changsheng's body, they naturally floated away, and the details in between were perfectly hidden in the light.

Then, the rain returned, the rain clouds reunited, and the moon faded.

In the rain curtain, Zhu Luo's virtual image gradually dimmed and gradually became fragile.

Finally, at a certain moment, the void sword was completely swallowed by the scabbard.

The virtual image suddenly shattered, turning into countless tiny bubbles.

Countless exclamations rang out in Xunyang City.

Zhu Luo stood at the end of Rain Street, covered in blood and pale.

His right arm trembled slightly, and the sword was mutilated, leaving only a hilt.

At this moment, Wang Po's iron knife finally came to him.