This sword really doesn't have any sword moves, and the sword momentum is extremely unstable, and the sword heart is even worse, because as soon as the sword comes out, Chen Changsheng noticed something strange and was dazed.

What kind of accident made it difficult for such a calm and precocious person to keep his state of mind? -- At the moment when he drew his sword, he suddenly found that this short sword, which had been with him for a long time, no longer belonged to him, and he began to do his own thing! The short sword slashed through the wind and rain and slashed at Nanke after the wind and rain, which seemed to be a sword move that he completed with his sword, but in fact, it had nothing to do with him. In his original thoughts, in the face of Nanke's full force, he was ready to use the most powerful sword in the national religion true sword, however......

Instead of obeying his will and using that swordplay, the dagger stabbed straight through.

This thorn was extremely reckless and sloppy. If there were bystanders in this battle, watching Chen Changsheng use such a sword move, they would definitely think that he was sending him to death.

There was a force in his body, no, not power, not breath, but a feeling that was hard to describe in words, and he held the short sword and stabbed straight through the wind and rain in front of him, and his movements were completely dependent on that feeling, in pursuit of that feeling, and the whole movement was very natural.

The sword that pierced the cold wind and cold rain was not straight, and the line of the sword was crooked, looking like the lines left by a child who had just learned to write on paper, and he couldn't see the moves at all, nor did he hide any deep meaning, but that feeling went straight to the depths of his heart, and he realized it very really.

Just like the sword momentum, that feeling is the excitement of leaving the abyss, the ecstasy of seeing the blue sky, the joy of joy, and the joy of leaping.

For some reason, inexplicably, this short sword trembled with excitement.

How could such a sword pierce through this cold wind and cold rain, and withstand Nanke's full force blow head-on, how could it be possible to defeat this terrifying Demon Princess Her Royal Highness?

However, in an instant, the short sword stabbed crookedly, easily piercing the wind and rain in front of him, and then, stabbing in front of Nanke's eyes.

On the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, there was a very soft snort, as if something had been punctured.

This was followed by a buzzing sound, as if a huge bell was being hammered by a giant tree held by countless wrestlers.

A strong tremor was born, and the air gushed in all directions, rolling up countless residues of smoke, dust, rain and snow.

In the midst of the smoke, dust, rain and snow, Nanke's angry howl sounded! Like in the battle at the top of Duyu Peak, her howling was still clear, but compared with that night, her howling at this time was no longer so calm, powerful and confident, but full of pain, incomprehension and shock.

The strong breath instantly shook the smoke, dust, rain and snow on the stone platform to the stage, and it was clear.

Nanke retreated, his feet landing on the dividing line between the stone platform and Shinto, and there was a muffled crack, and several cracks appeared in the bluestone there.

A half-foot-long green feather, with a bewitching and beautiful feeling, slowly floated down on the stone platform.

Nanke's face was pale, and his eyes were full of angry flames and a trace of subtle confusion when he looked at Chen Changsheng. After a moment, she withdrew her gaze and looked somewhere on her dark green left flank, only to see a sword wound there, slowly spilling blood, and the faint light of the sky from the distant horizon was shining through.

There was silence in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.

Probably because of the pain in her clear voice, Xu Yourong also woke up, looking at the scene in front of him, slightly stunned. Nanke looked at Chen Changsheng again, his gaze fell on the short sword he held in his right hand, and his pupils shrank. She didn't understand, why was this short sword so sharp, what kind of swordsmanship was it, why had the sword intent become so strong?

Chen Changsheng was also looking at the sword in his hand, and his expression was also a little confused. He had been getting along with the short sword given to him by his senior brother for more than a year, but why did this sword feel a little strange to him now? He knew that this short sword had a sharpness that was not weaker than those divine soldiers in the Hundred Weapons List, but why could this short sword have such a strong sword intent?

Yes, at this time, he had already confirmed that the strong feeling before was the sword intent. The dagger follows that feeling, pursues that feeling, which seems to be crooked and ugly, but in fact it is extremely natural, as if walking in the clouds and flowing in the water. Of course, this feeling is sword intent, and it can only be sword intent.

It's just this sword intent...... It doesn't belong to him, because now, even if he can achieve a clear sword heart, the realm is still not enough to cultivate such a powerful sword intent. Where did this sword intent come from? If it wasn't the sword intent that the short sword itself possessed, then when did it come to his own body?

The knuckles of his fingers holding the hilt of the sword turned a little white, and he thought with amazement and shock, could this sword intent be the sword intent that the yellow paper umbrella had been looking for?

He knew more about this sword intent, so he thought about it more, Nanke didn't need to think so much, so he woke up faster than him, the shock and anger in his eyes all dissipated, and he recovered his previous indifference and sluggishness, and attacked him again without hesitation, she vaguely guessed something, and was ready to fight to prove whether her conjecture was right.

As for whether it would hurt or not, it was never something she cared about.

The cold rain fell again, and the wings more than ten zhang long set off a hurricane on the stone platform, and the wind rose again, turning those raindrops into gravel and hitting Chen Changsheng's face and body.

A finch chirped.

There was a bang.

Nanke reappeared in front of him, holding the Southern Cross Sword in his right hand, slashing at the center of his eyebrows.

This was her first sword shot. In other words, Chen Changsheng at this time could finally become an opponent of the same level as Xu Yourong in her eyes.

If it was usual, if it was those days before, if it was a moment ago, it would be difficult for Chen Changsheng to take this sword. Although his sword intent was clear and his sword intent was seamless, his sword intent was much weaker than the terrifying sword intent attached to the Southern Cross Star Sword by Zhu Nanke. But at this time, he didn't even think about it, so he swung his sword out.

In fact, he didn't need to think about it in the first place.

That feeling came back to him, and the sword in his hand was swung completely by itself.

It seems to be an understatement, but it is actually mysterious.

There was a loud bang in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, and several extremely deep cracks appeared on the bluestone ground.

Nanke's Southern Cross Sword was blocked by the short sword in his hand.

Her Southern Cross swordsmanship was shattered by the short sword in his hand before she could fully exert its full power.

A sword burst out from the tip of the short sword, about three zhang long, as if to illuminate the entire mausoleum.

The green wing suddenly rolled back and protected Nanke's body, and with a muffled snort of pain, she swept back again, her feet landing on the edge of the stone platform, where the bluestone was once again trampled into a crack.

But that wasn't enough, the sharp line pierced her wings and stabbed her eyebrows.

With his wings vibrating, Nanke jumped up and landed on Shinto.

But that's not enough.

She leaped up again and scurried out into the rain behind her.

Still not enough.

She had to retreat again, retreat and retreat.

Only a series of dense bluestone cracking sounds could be heard.

Her feet were like ploughshares, dragging the hard bluestone on the Shinto path out two clear marks, until she retreated hundreds of feet away, and finally stood still!

There was silence.

The clouds in the sky kept sprinkling cold rain, and the entire Zhou Mausoleum was shrouded in it, whether it was the stone platform or the Shinto, it was already wet.

The sound of falling rain seems to have disappeared.

A streak of blood slowly flowed from the corner of Nanke's lips, and then was quickly washed away by the increasing cold rain.

Chen Changsheng looked at the short sword in his hand, feeling the incomparably powerful sword intent, and didn't know what to think.

In fact, that sword intent was not in the yellow paper umbrella, nor in the short sword, but in his body.

Because he is the one the sword intent to help.

He raised his head, walked to the dividing line between the stone platform and Shinto, looked at Nanke in the rain a hundred zhang away, and said, "Now, it seems that I can defeat you." ”

The rain flowed on Nanke's pale little face, dripping down the wet black hair and looking a little pitiful, but her expression was still so cold and arrogant, condescending that she couldn't see that she had just lost two swords in a row, and there was no room to fight back, and her voice was equally cold: "This is not your sword intent at all!"

Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while and asked, "So?"

Nanke said expressionlessly: "Even if I lose, I will be defeated in the hands of this sword intent, what does it have to do with you?"

Yes, this sword intent could not belong to Chen Changsheng. Whether it was her fighting against Chen Changsheng, or the pair of powerful demon generals watching the battle under the Divine Dao, or the old man who played the piano, or Xu Yourong who had just opened his eyes and saw this scene, he knew this very well.

That sword intent is too sharp, and it is completely inconsistent with Chen Changsheng's cultivation path, the key is that this sword intent is too strong, this kind of strength that can even make up for the difference in the number of true yuan, it can't be sharpened out in time, if you want to refine such a sword intent, it will take at least hundreds of years of sword path search, he is only fifteen years old, no matter how talented he is in the sword path, it is impossible to do this!

No one can do it, and neither can the demons.

Even if Zhou Du's husband lives again, he can't do it.

"Yes, it's not my sword intent. Chen Changsheng looked at the boundless grassland behind the beast tide like a black ocean under the mausoleum, and then looked at Nanke and said, "But this sword intent came to me and was willing to be used by me, which proves that I am qualified to use it, so it ...... It's my sword intent. ”

Nanke asked, "This sword intent...... Where did it come from?"

Chen Changsheng looked into her eyes and said honestly, "You should have guessed." ”

Around the mausoleum, up and down Shinto, there was silence because of the shock.

Although as Chen Changsheng said, Nanke had already guessed the truth of the matter, he still couldn't believe it and was very unwilling.

The torrential rain was like a pour, wet and cold, but her voice was a little dry: "Sword Pool?"

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(Joy is talking about the sword intent, but also about Nanke jumping on the Shinto, today the second chapter is completed, but I can't get up, and I have to continue to write...... Chapter 3 will definitely be very, very, very late, but fortunately, it's the weekend, and everyone doesn't have to go to work tomorrow, 5555, and the thought of me having to go to work tomorrow makes me feel so sad...... ）