The sword that Chen Changsheng wanted was naturally in Zhou Yuan, to be precise, in the sword pool, although until now he didn't know where the sword pool was, the sword he wanted was undoubtedly a famous sword, just like the mountain and sea sword in his hand at this time.

In fact, the sword he wanted was far inferior to the Shanhai Sword on the Hundred Weapons List, but in some respects it was even more famous than the Shanhai Sword, because that sword was an extremely rare sword that was brought back to Zhou Yuan by Zhou Dufu from the outside world, and more importantly, that sword was Nanxi Zhai's Zhai Sword, that is, that sword was the Holy Maiden Sword.

Chen Changsheng didn't know that the girl behind him was Xu Yourong, he still didn't have any good feelings about the name Xu Yourong until this time, he wanted this sword at this time, naturally not to prepare a dowry for his fiancée, but because the legend said that this Nanxi Zhai sword has its own holy light, which can purify a qiē toxin, and can naturally suppress the blood dissolving Dafa of the demon clan.

The idea is indeed ridiculous, but it has become a reality. Just when he had that thought, somewhere in the grassland directly south of the mausoleum, a very fresh feeling suddenly appeared, and the weeds that looked extremely tired in the rainstorm lowered their heads straightened their waists again, and the raindrops flowed down the veins of the leaves, and they were full of energy.

An extremely light sword intent manifested in the endless life, and then disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, this sword intent came to the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, and a sword appeared with it. The sword looked very plain, without any superfluous decorations, exuding a faint divine meaning, illuminating the gloom brought by the rainstorm a lot.

This is the sword that Chen Changsheng wants.

He reached out into the rain to take the sword and slashed at the oncoming peacock feather.

I could only hear an angry finch cry in the raging flames, and then in the sneering sound, the flames attached to the peacock feathers turned into green smoke, and the terrifying toxins contained in those blood and fire were instantly purified by the holy light emitted by the sword!

Peaceful, absolutely quiet. Nanke's little face was even paler. The two maids behind her were even more wide-eyed, with incredible expressions on their faces. The eyes of the old man playing the piano showed a look of fear, and Teng Xiaoming's expression was extremely solemn.

Suddenly, the sound of rain stopped. Liu Wan'er, who had never made a move, swept up along the divine path, and the big iron pot in her hand turned into a dark night, and covered the sword that still emitted holy light!

Chen Changsheng let go of the hilt of the Zhai sword, held the hilt of the Shanhai Sword again in the rain, and picked it up at the iron pot, only to hear a golden sound, the breath sprayed wildly, and the black cauldron was directly picked up by the iron sword, and the night opened a gap.

After the night, it was not the blue sky, but Liu Wan'er's hands.

She held a ribbon in both hands, and the ribbon was so soft and smooth that it was tied to the mountain and sea sword, so that the heavy iron sword could no longer move. At this moment, Teng Xiaoming, who had a heart with her, held an iron rod in his hand, fell from the rain again, and smashed on the top of his head!

At this moment, there was another movement in the depths of the grassland, and a thin sword passed through the torrential rain for dozens of miles like a streamer, and came to the main gate of the mausoleum, as if it was stuffed into Chen Changsheng's right hand that had just let go of the hilt of the mountain and sea sword.

The handle of the sword is very delicate, and it feels like a needle.

Chen Changsheng held the sword and stabbed at Liu Wan'er, the delicate sword body seemed to be unable to withstand the baptism of the rainstorm, trembling on the way, and the sword blade passed through like lightning, as if it was embroidering something in the rain. I don't know what kind of sword this is, what kind of swordsmanship he uses, I just feel that it is extremely soft, the sword moves are willow green and red, and the scenery is splendid!

In the sound of snorting, the delicate sword failed to embroider a beautiful picture in the rain, but the ribbon wrapped around the mountain and sea sword was broken, and the sword continued to break the raindrops, and finally killed in front of Liu Wan'er, breaking her earlobe. If it weren't for Teng Xiaoming's deformed iron rod smashed down, or this delicate sword would have directly broken Liu Wan'er's neck.

The iron rod broke through the air, Chen Changsheng let go of the sword, held the mountain and sea sword in the rain again, and rose up, still a picky word, only to hear a deafening impact, the iron rod roared through the air, and I don't know where it fell. Teng Xiaoming grabbed Liu Wan'er's shoulder without hesitation, and retreated furiously, narrowly avoiding Chen Changsheng's next sword.

Whether it is using the delicate sword or the mountain and sea sword, three moves in a row, Chen Changsheng uses the words, picking the line from the cloth, picking the light at night, picking it neatly and chicly.

The three swords hung quietly in the heavy rain around him, and the picture was shocking.

Looking at the Zhai sword that emitted a faint holy light, Nanke could no longer suppress the shock in her heart, she was no longer willing to think about why this legendary saintess sword appeared, and said angrily: "How can you even know Nanxi Zhai's swordsmanship!"

"Could it be that this is the Yue Nu Sword?" Liu Wan'er looked at the delicate thin sword in the rain beside him, and was shocked, not realizing that a drop of red blood oozed from her earlobe.

There used to be a powerful sword sect in the southeast corner of the mainland, most of the disciples in the sect were women, and they were in the land of the old Yue, so it was called the Yue Nu Sect, and there were many kendo masters until hundreds of years ago and in Nanxi Zhai, which gradually disappeared. As for Nanxi Zhai, needless to say, as a holy place of the southern sect of the state religion, it has always been admired and worshiped by all people.

Nanke and Liu Wan'er were naturally shocked by the appearance of these two swords, and what was even more incomprehensible was why Chen Changsheng even knew the swordsmanship of Nanxizhai and Yue Nuzong, knowing that those two sets of swordsmanship were more important than divine purification and small opportunities, and very few men would practice them.

Chen Changsheng did not explain. He was able to master the swordsmanship of Nanxizhai and Yuenuzong, at least he was able to master the general moves and sword shapes of these two sets of swordsmanship, in addition to reading through the Daozang, the most important reason was his diligence, he came to Kyoto from Xining Town, and during his year at the National Education College, the most he did was to read and practice and study the world's first qiē cultivation method, except for the young people in the Seven Laws of the Divine Kingdom in the Lishan Sword Sect, there was no one as diligent as him among his peers.

Looking at Chen Changsheng on the stone platform in the wind and rain, both Nanke and Liu Wan'er felt extremely uneasy.

Among the strong people in the demon clan who entered the Zhou Garden, Teng Xiaoming is the most silent one, in terms of identity, he is the twenty-four demon generals, not to mention His Royal Highness Nanke, who is high, is not even as high as his wife, but all the nobles in the old city of Xue know that it is because he loves his wife deeply, and when it comes to real combat power and vision, he is the strongest one in the field.

Therefore, he didn't let the shocking scene in front of him shock his heart, his right hand stretched out to the rain to recall his iron rod out of nowhere, stepped out of the water on the divine path, roared up, and attacked Chen Changsheng again.

The rest of the powerhouses also came to their senses, knowing that they couldn't let the battle situation continue like this, seeing that Chen Changsheng, who had already entered a desperate situation, suddenly had the help of three famous swords, who knew what would happen later?

The sound of breaking the air sounded, the wind blew fiercely above the Shinto, and the torrential rain was blown crooked like a weak willow. An extremely clear piano sound, with undisguised killing intent, accompanied by several strong winds, struck towards Chen Changsheng on the edge of the stone platform.

At this moment, a howl suddenly sounded in the rainy sky. The roar was a sword roar, extremely sharp, resounding through the heavens and the earth, but it was strangely extraordinarily deep, as if it was a dragon roar from ancient times!

In the distant sky, the shadow of the Roc was slowly descending, and suddenly it was frozen for a moment by the dragon's roar.

The old man who played the piano turned pale, and the fingers on the strings trembled violently, accompanied by several snaps, the strings broke suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the guqin on his lap was instantly dyed red.

What is it, a whistling, so powerful!

At this moment, a sword broke through the rain and came to Chen Changsheng's body.

Its sword intent is extremely arrogant and domineering.

"Dragon Yin Sword!" Liu Wan'er exclaimed.

Chen Changsheng took the dragon sword from the rainy sky and slashed at Teng Xiaoming.

The mausoleum suddenly brightened, as if a void dragon erupted from the sword body, hitting Teng Xiaoming's chest and abdomen hard, only to hear a terrifying muffled sound, Teng Xiaoming was shocked to fly hundreds of zhang away under the Shinto, and the sternum was cracked in many places.

Nanke approached, and true blood burned furiously in her eyes.

Chen Changsheng looked at her eyes, suddenly let go of the hilt of the Dragon Yin Sword, and stretched out into the rainy sky again.

And another sword of great brightness flew from afar and fell into his hand.

He stepped forward with his sword, and the sword face was like a wash, and directly cut Nanke back.

An exclamation sounded again from the Shinto: "Autumn Water Sword!"

This is not the end.

This is just the beginning.

The sound of the sword breaking through the rain and the sky kept ringing.

Shocking voices kept ringing out.

"Bihu Sword!"

"Zhanghachi Divine Sword!"

"How is this possible! This is ...... Demon Shuai's Banner Sword!"

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(Before nine o'clock in the next chapter.) ）