On the lakeside that day, as soon as the two servants of Nanke were combined, Chen Changsheng had no chance, he was not an opponent at all, and he was about to be shocked to death, all relying on those silver boxes and roast sheep to find a glimmer of life, and then got out of trouble with a yellow paper umbrella. And now, calculated in the time when the sun never sets on the grassland, only a few dozen days have passed in that bloody and insidious battle, and he was able to force back the long-standing combined attack of the two servants with a single sword, and even injured them. How is it possible for a practitioner to make such great progress in such a short period of time, and what is going on in him?

It is clear from this sword that Chen Changsheng's realm has not changed at all, and he is still in the upper realm, and at the same time, the number of his true yuan is still much less than that of cultivators of the same level, although this sword move is exquisite, but the biggest difference is that his true yuan has somehow become cold and abnormal, and he actually condensed a large snowflake purely by using the sword momentum.

Even if this ...... Nor is it the most important change. The most important thing is the change in his sword intent. His sword intent was incomparably condensed, and it had become a substance.

You must know that the intention is to go as you like, in just a few tens of days, how can his sword heart be so harmonious and clear?

The shock was only instantaneous, and there was no time to think more deeply in the battle, accompanied by the sound of the light wings vibrating at high speed, the two servants turned into a streamer and struck the stone platform again.

At the edge of the stone platform, a bright sword light illuminated the surrounding space, and the sword light appeared so suddenly, incandescent, like lightning.

The sound of the sword breaking through the air began.

The streamer stopped, then quickly retreated, turning into countless points of light in the air dozens of feet away, and dissipated.

It is still the inverted stick of the National Education Academy, the sword momentum is still cold, the sword intent is still condensed, and the sword heart is still so bright and round, clean and unimaginable.

Chen Changsheng held the sword in front of him, his face did not show any joy, nor was he proud of the sudden dissipation of the pair of light wings, but became more vigilant.

Because he knew very well that although his sword intent had grown greatly, the first sword could unexpectedly injure the double servants, but this second sword should not have such a perfect effect, the lightning-like sword light only injured the left shoulder of the woman named Ning Qiu, and did not seriously injure the other party, so it was naturally impossible to disperse the opponent's light wings.

The reason why the light wings dissipated into countless points of light was because someone had confirmed that the Twin Attendants were no match for him, and they didn't want to waste any more time.

His gaze fell on the ground in front of the mausoleum at the end of the thousands of zhang Shinto with the scattered points of light, and then he saw the teenage girl.

The light fell on her, and all of them disappeared, and her expression did not change at all, because she was expressionless from beginning to end.

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Nanke looked at the end of the thousands of zhang Shinto, looked at the young human man and woman on the stone platform, and did not speak.

According to her calculations, Xu Yourong fled all the way, after killing those demon beasts in the early stage, the blood of the true phoenix should have been exhausted, and now there should only be the poisonous blood planted by herself in the body, logically speaking, even if she can support this mausoleum, she should be dead at this time, why is she still alive? But it doesn't matter, it is obvious that she is already weak and unable to fight again, although this fateful duel cannot be said to be her own victory, but the god of death is the fairest referee, she will die, she will live, this is enough, the problem is that young man named Chen Changsheng......

Her teacher, Hei Pao, didn't tell her all of Zhou Yuan's plans, and she naturally didn't know it even more, because of the yellow paper umbrella and some other reasons, Hei Pao didn't have time to tell her the final decision, she always thought that Chen Changsheng, like Qijian and Folding Sleeves, was the target she had to kill, but now it seems that he is not as easy to kill as she imagined.

She is no stranger to the name Chen Changsheng, not because he won the first place in the human court test, nor because he looked at the former mausoleum overnight, nor because he is the youngest dean of the National Religious Academy in history, but because he is Xu Yourong's fiancé, she didn't expect that fleeing all the way in the grassland, this human teenager was actually able to heal his injuries, and although his realm has not improved, compared to the expression, sword intent and combat effectiveness in the battle dozens of days ago that the two servants had carefully described, there was obviously a qualitative leap。

What happened in the steppe? Or did this change happen after they entered the mausoleum?

The thought of this made her mood even worse. Of course, no matter how miraculous Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were, she only needed to issue an order to attack the Beast Dynasty through the Soul Wood now, and she could still kill them easily, but she didn't do so, because the Beast Tide still retained some natural awe for this mausoleum, and it would take too much of her mind to forcibly drive them to attack, and more importantly, she didn't want this great and sacred mausoleum to be messed up by these muddy, stinky, and stupid demon beasts. If possible, she was unwilling to get close to this mausoleum except for any of her own lives, let alone set foot in it, there was really no way, she could only reluctantly accept Xu Yourong and ...... At this time, Chen Changsheng stood on the high platform in front of the mausoleum, because in her opinion, although they were enemies, they had strong enough bloodline talent to not defile this mausoleum.

Yes, in her eyes, it was a great and sacred mausoleum.

Because the human being buried in this mausoleum was the object of her greatest worship in her life, even more than her teacher, not to mention her father,

She has never expressed this kind of thought, and even sometimes deliberately expressed some contrary opinions in the snow old city, because even if the demon clan believes in the respect of the strong, and there are not many demons who are in awe or even fanatically worship the human in this mausoleum in private, but she is a noble demon princess after all, how can she worship a human being?

But she never deceived her heart.

She admired the human man buried in the mausoleum to the limit.

In the Snow Old Town, in the Demon Domain, her father was as powerful as the night sky, and only that man had ever torn off a corner of this night sky.

Looking at the past and the future, looking at the continent and the ocean, as long as he is under the stars, that man is always the most powerful individual. In her opinion, such a strong man deserves the awe of all life, not to mention the countless secret connections between her master and that man, and that connection has long since become the greatest honor in her heart.

Today, she finally came to this mausoleum.

Compared with this matter itself, the dignity of Her Royal Highness the Demon Princess, and the cold attitude of her father towards herself, are not important.

With this in mind, Nanke walked along the Shinto path towards this mausoleum.

The Shinto path is thousands of zhang, and with her realm cultivation, it only takes a moment to cross it, but in order to show respect for the people in the mausoleum, she did not do so. Her steps were very gentle, but her attitude was very cautious, she walked very slowly, and her demeanor was very solemn, as if she was worshipping.

As she walked, hundreds of faint green tail feathers slowly grew behind her, and then began to spread in the wind, beautiful and bewitching beyond words. The sun on the edge of the prairie had become a blur of light, and the night was even darker, and she walked on the Shinto, reflecting the last twilight, and it became brighter and brighter, as if burning.

Looking at this scene, Xu Yourong's eyes also lit up, and then dimmed slightly, because no matter how much she wanted to fight with Nanke in such a state, she was no longer able to fight. Chen Changsheng's eyes didn't get brighter, because his eyes were always so bright, just like Nanke's expression would not change in any way, because she would never have any expression.

In Tang Thirty-Six's words, his eyes were like two mirrors, bright and shining, and he often made people panic.

Like Xu Yourong, he also clearly perceived that walking cautiously on the Tongguò Shinto Road was like a pilgrimage, and Nanke had adjusted the realm state to an almost perfect Cheng dù, showing an extremely unimaginable strength, but unlike Xu Yourong, he did not have any fighting intentions, and he didn't want to fight with Nanke in such a state at all.

This is the biggest difference between him and peerless geniuses like Xu Yourong and Nanke. He never fights for the sake of fighting, he doesn't win for the sake of winning, and when he does these things, he usually does them for one reason: to live. In order to live, he thinks that this is the most sacred reason, or meaning. So he doesn't need to adjust, he doesn't need to meditate, he doesn't need to worship, he doesn't need to bathe and burn incense, and he fasts for three days. When he had to start fighting, he must have been ready.

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It's just that today he doesn't seem to be in perfect shape.

It was probably the last fight of his life, and he didn't have any confidence, but it wasn't a problem because he had won so many battles that he didn't have any reason to win. The problem was that when he should have focused on the battle, he was a little distracted, and he always felt that something was not done.

At this time, Nanke had already reached the last section of Shinto, and he was still more than 100 zhang away.

He finally couldn't hold back and turned to look at Xu Yourong.

"What's wrong?" asked Xu Yourong.

Chen Changsheng looked at her face and wanted to reach out and touch it, but he didn't dare.

Xu Yourong raised his injured and weak hand and patted him lightly on the shoulder, as if to dust off the snowflakes on his clothes.

Those few snowflakes have long since melted.

Chen Changsheng was satisfied, looked into her eyes, and said very seriously: "If we can leave Zhou Yuan alive, I will definitely go to you." ”

Xu Yourong looked at his eyes, forcibly endured his shame, and pretended to be calm and said, "No, I will go to you." ”

"Good. Chen Changsheng had never answered so quickly.

If Nanke gave up his worship-like posture at this time and attacked violently, he and she would have died.

Luckily, Nanke didn't do that.

After doing this, there is finally nothing to distract from.

Chen Changsheng looked at the little girl walking slowly on the Shinto, calm and focused.

As countless people have said, cultivation is never a fair thing, although he has read through the Dao Zang since he was a child, and his physique is different from ordinary people, and he has cultivated to the upper realm of Tongyun at the age of fifteen, but the gap in bloodline talent is not so easy to make up, not to mention, there is a black sea of beast tides around the mausoleum.

It's a life-and-death battle.

But he is still so calm, showing a calmness and calmness far beyond his age, if you only look at the back, at this time he actually has some kendo demeanor.

He was able to force back a strong enemy with a single sword before, because his sword intent was no longer the same as before. This long escape in the grassland, after dozens of days, the most he and Xu Yourong did was to talk. The most talked about is practice. From the Rain Temple to the Snow Temple, from the reeds in autumn to the grass island in summer, they are always talking about this. He has the talent of cultivation, but he has no experience in fighting, and Xu Yourong has taught him a lot. More importantly, her attitude towards practice and life, which is indifferent, calm, and calm, has influenced him a lot.

This is the heart of the Dao.

Kenshin is also a genus of Dao Heart.

If you want to talk about the Dao and the heart is clear, who can be stronger than Xu Yourong in the younger generation of the entire cultivation world?

The two swords intersect, and the sharper their edges become, so does the sword heart.

He now has a clear sword intent, and his sword intent is naturally strong and pure.

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Xu Yourong didn't know that he was only fifteen years old this year. But looking at his back, her somewhat dim eyes brightened again, as if the dry mountain had finally ushered in a new rain.

She left his side, returned to the main entrance of the mausoleum, looked for a corner where she could shelter from the rain and snow and the wind, sat down cross-legged, and wrapped the warm linen cloth around her body.

His attitude towards life has affected her a lot.

So, she closed her eyes and began to rest.

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