(The chapter name has nothing to do with Thirty-Six, and it has nothing to do with famous screenwriters, it's purely fun, and I really think Chen Changsheng and Tang Tang are very ...... ）

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The National Education College has a long history, earlier than the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and there are countless large trees, some of which are more than 1,000 years old. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Many of the ancient trees were destroyed in the bloody attack twenty years ago, but many more have survived, especially in the woods near the palace. When he first entered the National Education Academy, Chen Changsheng had paid attention to this forest, and then he didn't know how many early mornings he had spent here and how many times he had practiced swords.

He knew that the trees were hard, and the stubble was naturally hard, but he still felt a little weird.

It was hard, but the edges weren't sharp, but rather smooth, as if it had been polished.

He looked back and saw a pit about a foot deep where the tree had been broken.

The leaves obscured the already dim skylight, and there was snow and dust in the pit, making it difficult to see what was inside.

Then before it breaks, this must be a tree hole.

The thing he touched with his right hand was in this pit.

In other words, the thing had been stuck in the hollow of the tree all along.

Chen Changsheng couldn't determine what that thing was.

The sword of the merchant boat has arrived.

The Dao Sword of Changchun Guan, with the purest but by no means gentle meaning, cut through the cold wind and fell towards his chest.

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When Shang Xingzhou walked towards Chen Changsheng, Xu Yourong was also walking towards the National Education College.

Wang Zhice pointed out again in the air.

There was no breeze on the lakeside, and no sharp sounds sounded, as if nothing had happened.

But in fact, between the Anglican College and the Hundred Herb Garden, an invisible barrier once again appeared.

At this time, Xu Yourong made a very peculiar move.

She raised her left hand and tapped her fingers into the void.

Syllable.

There was a soft thud.

It's like the most fragile blister being punctured by the softest hair.

The invisible barrier was gone.

Xu Yourong finally stepped into the National Education College.

Her face was snow-white, and a very fine stain of blood appeared on the corner of her lips.

Wang Zhice did not use fingering, but the star picker he created when he was studying in the old apartment in Donglin Lane.

He didn't expect that Xu Yourong would be able to take this formula, which surprised him a little.

What surprised him even more was that after Xu Yourong came to the National Education Academy, he didn't look at him again, but looked at the pair of masters and apprentices in the woods.

The breeze is gentle, the white sacrificial clothes are slightly floating, the tong bow is in the hand, and the arrow is on the string, ready to fire at any time.

The situation has become extremely tense.

She was going to use the Wu Arrow to stop Shang Xingzhou, wouldn't Wang Zhice stop her? Or did she believe that someone would stop Wang Zhice?

Who is that person?

Naturally, it can't be Tang Thirty-six.

He was made by the king's policy and has been turned into a statue by the lake.

Unable to turn his neck, he couldn't see what was happening in the woods, only the lake and the sky.

The snow is no longer falling, but the clouds have not dispersed, obscuring the sky, making Kyoto look particularly dark.

At first, he was complaining, shouting that God was blind.

At this time, he was just praying for Chen Changsheng, hoping that God would open his eyes quickly.

Suddenly, there was a clear sound in the woods.

A sudden light appeared in his eyes.

There was a hole in the clouds.

The sky poured down from there, like a waterfall, and it was extremely beautiful.

Tang Thirty-six was shocked and thought, could it really be who opened his eyes?

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Like the dragon body of the black mountain range, it slowly rises and falls behind the clouds, bringing countless winds.

After the little black dragon left the National Religious Academy, he did not stay away, but sneaked here quietly, ready to break through the clouds and fall.

If Chen Changsheng really encountered danger, she didn't care about the rules of the battle, as for the referee...... She had long wanted to fight him.

The sea of clouds suddenly rolled up, tearing open a gap.

She looked at the ground in amazement.

She saw the streets and alleys of Kyoto, the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, and the Imperial Palace.

Finally, she saw the Anglican Academy.

There is a dark wooded area where the Anglican College meets the Royal Palace.

The woods suddenly brightened.

Not because of the heavenly light that fell from the sky, but because of a sword light.

There were more than a dozen broken trees, lined up in a straight line, pointing to the deepest part of the forest.

The half-truncated trees that once existed there had vanished without a trace, turning into countless pieces of bark and shards, silently suspended in the air.

Suspended along with the shredded wood were the light snow that began to fall this morning and the lake that had fallen like a torrential rain not long ago.

There are two figures in the middle of this bizarre picture.

Shang Xingzhou stood in front of Chen Changsheng, condescending, and the Dao sword had already been swung down.

Chen Changsheng did not die because he had an extra sword in his hand.

It was this sword that blocked Shang Xingzhou's sword.

Chen Changsheng still used a stupid sword.

This swordsmanship was considered by Su Li to be the number one sword guard in the world, and he had saved Chen Changsheng's life countless times.

Just now in Zhou Yuan, Chen Changsheng relied on this swordsmanship to escape death many times in a row.

But this time, Chen Changsheng was not beheaded.

His left foot sank deep into the ground, steady as if it had taken root.

This is originally a swordsmanship, and only with a sword can you really exert true subtlety and power!

The question is, where did this sword come from?

No one has time to think about it.

A clear whistle resounded through the snow forest.

The sleeves of the merchant boat floated lightly, and the sword rose and fell.

Wind and snow followed.

The figure of the merchant boat disappeared.

Countless sword lights appeared.

The woods were littered with sword marks.

There was a sudden silence.

Chen Changsheng raised his sword to greet him.

Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dozens of crisp sword sounds suddenly sounded around him.

In such a short period of time before, Shang Xingzhou actually produced dozens of swords in a row!

These swords fell so fast that they didn't even have time to hear the sound of the two swords colliding!

But these swords were all caught by Chen Changsheng!

He raised his sword and raised his eyebrows.

His left knee was slightly flexed.

He stood still.

He didn't move.

No matter how mysterious you are and how unpredictable your sword intent is, I just put the sword horizontally, sink my heart, and hide in the small building to become a unity.

This is the real Sword Domain!

It's just that under the stormy attack of the merchant boat, how long can he hold on?

Even if he had a perfect sword domain and a star field, and possessed an unimaginable abundance of true yuan, it would be impossible for him to support it like this forever.

What's more, what kind of person is Shang Xingzhou, who cultivates thousands of Dao methods, who knows what terrible means are hidden in his hanging sleeves?

Chen Changsheng was not prepared to leave such an opportunity for his master.

At a moment that he could not have foreseen, but had known to exist in advance, he was the first to draw his sword.

A sword light illuminated the secluded forest.

The sword was unimaginably fast, like real lightning.

The sword intent of this sword is very shallow, but it is not simple, it looks like a swimming fish in the stream, right in front of you, but it is difficult to reach out and touch.

The trajectory of this sword is even more mysterious, and there is an unpredictable feeling!

The sword stabbed through three pieces of bark in succession, sliced through several pieces of wood, and bypassed his left hand, seemingly carelessly stabbing into the snow.

A muffled snort sounded out of nowhere, and the wind and snow were slightly chaotic.

The merchant boat appeared in the snow a few feet away, with a hole in its sleeve.

Chen Changsheng stood up straight, held the sword in his hand, and looked at him quietly.