In the hasty strokes, Guan Bai saw Zhou Ziheng's lonely boat and a sword outside the sky, and the momentum was really magnificent.

But he could see Chen Changsheng's sword more clearly.

That sword is a word.

It's just a word.

Like a, like an iron chain, like a cliff stone, as if a horizontal sword kills itself.

Guan Bai's chest ached faintly.

If the junior disciple can understand the truth of this sword and everything is straight, then how can there be this end?

He looked at his classmates with a look of confusion on their faces and said, "Chen Changsheng has practiced this sword at least ten thousand times. ”

The students of the Heavenly Dao Academy were puzzled and asked, "Is that enough?"

"As far as I know, Chen Changsheng has only been practicing the sword for a year now, and in such a short period of time, he has practiced such a simple sword ten thousand times. ”

Guan Bai said expressionlessly: "Such a clumsy person with a sword, since he agreed to discuss the sword with Zhou Ziheng, Zhou Ziheng's sword, where is the possibility of victory?"

With that, he shook his head, got up and walked outside.

The scenery in the Heavenly Dao Courtyard is picturesque, no matter how you go, it is a landscape, such as the lake and mountain facing you.

There was a lonely middle-aged man standing by the lake.

He is the dean of the Heavenly Dao Academy and the father of Zhuang Changmoult.

He turned around and said to Guan Bai, "You have a high opinion of Chen Changsheng. ”

Guan Bai said: "Since it is destined to be an opponent, the evaluation should be more calm and objective." ”

Dean Zhuang looked at him and said, "If you know that Chen Changsheng's sword will only take thirty days at most, will you have a higher opinion of him?"

Hearing this, Guan Bai was silent for a long time, and then said: "I don't care what you think, Moult is my junior brother after all, and I always have to do something for him." ”

Dean Zhuang sighed: "It seems that you must participate in the Boiling Stone Conference." ”

Guan Bai said: "Yes, because I want to know what Cheng Dù this sword of his can reach if Chen Changsheng is given another three hundred days." ”

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At the gate of the National Education College, Zhou Ziheng's sword came with a storm in the sky, and the momentum was overwhelming. If it weren't for the fact that the priest of the palace had arranged the formation in advance last night, he was afraid that the crowd watching the battle on the periphery would have been shocked by his sword momentum.

As seen in Guan Baitong's sketch, Chen Changsheng only made one sword.

Of course, it is impossible to really have only one sword, and the sword here refers to the fact that he keeps reusing that sword technique, from Zhou Ziheng's sword to the wind and rain, and then to the wind and waves, he has always used that sword.

In Guan Bai's eyes, he is a clumsy person with a sword, so the sword he uses is naturally a little clumsy.

It was the third sword that Su Li had taught him at the beginning.

This sword has a very stupid name: the stupid sword.

This sword also looks stupid, sometimes it looks like a burden, sometimes it looks like it leads a horse, sometimes it looks like it is ready to kill itself, in short, it just doesn't look like a sword.

The blade of the sword never turned outward, and the blade of the sword was always straight, right in front of him.

This seemingly simple sword is actually not simple, because even Su Li has not practiced it, in fact, Chen Changsheng is the first person to learn the stupid sword.

To practice this sword, you don't need anything, no talent, no understanding, just constant practice, clumsy repetition, and a firm belief that you can do it.

Zhou Ziheng's sword is really powerful, the sword momentum is like a wave, and it keeps slapping, but no matter what, it can't pass this sword.

The sword in Chen Changsheng's hand turned into an iron chain straightened by the giant boat, and turned into a stubborn poplar.

Zhou Ziheng's sword came like a lonely boat, and it was stopped.

Zhou Ziheng's sword came like a storm and was stopped.

No matter how subtle Zhou Ziheng's sword moves were, they were never able to break through Chen Changsheng's defense, and the blade stabbed at Chen Changsheng's sword countless times, shooting out countless sparks.

When the two swords met, they radiated infinite brilliance, and most of the people watching the battle were stabbed to cover their eyes, and they thought in shock, Zhou Ziheng really deserved to be a powerhouse in the Gathering Star Realm, and the sword came out like the wind, but in an instant, Chen Changsheng's oppression was defeated and retreated.

Ordinary people can't understand the situation in the field, so naturally there are people who can understand it.

At the moment when Chen Changsheng took out his sword, there was a sudden exclamation in the pergola, and when the painter from Tianji Pavilion was painting the second painting, the tip of the pen actually began to tremble!

In the teahouse in Baihua Lane, Xue Xingchuan sat by the window, looking at the blazing sword light, silently thinking about his brother's letter, thinking that this son's swordsmanship had actually improved again.

The sword light made it impossible to look at directly, like countless bolts of lightning.

It was accompanied by countless thunderous roars.

The rumbling sound of the sword suddenly stopped in the next moment.

Zhou Ziheng put away his sword and looked at Chen Changsheng, who had already retreated to the courtyard gate, and his mood was a little inexplicable.

He never thought that Chen Changsheng would be able to prevent himself from making so many swords!

You must know that his Wind and Rain Lonely Boat Sword, the first momentum, is the most domineering, not to mention that he is in the Gathering Star Realm, and Chen Changsheng is only in the Secluded Realm!

Even if Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship was exquisite, with his realm cultivation, how could he be able to take so many of his swords, and he hadn't been injured yet, and even the hand holding the sword didn't tremble!

The next moment, the shock in his eyes was replaced by fierceness, and some of the damaged confidence became firm again.

Because Chen Changsheng retired.

He didn't let Zhou Ziheng's Wind and Rain Lonely Boat Sword fall on him, but he couldn't stand still.

After all, he is only through the Netherworld Realm, even if he has been bathed in dragon blood and has a physical strength and strength comparable to that of the Gathering Star Realm, there is an irreparable gap after all.

Especially when his meridians were broken, the amount of true yuan that could be output was far from enough not to mention compared to Zhou Ziheng, even compared to cultivators in the same realm.

Zhou Ziheng recalled the details of the previous battle, and the vibration transmitted from the sword body every time the two swords intersected, confirming this fact.

Xue Xingchuan in the teahouse, and some big people under the pergola, also saw this fact very clearly.

Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship is indeed very exquisite, and his strength is even stronger, but his true yuan is not enough.

His True Element was not enough to support a battle of this level.

The realm of these people is not weaker than Guan Bai, and even characters like Xue Xingchuan are far better than Guan Bai, but they are not in the kendo after all.

They couldn't understand Chen Changsheng's self-confidence from his swordsmanship.

Zhou Ziheng is a man in kendo, but he is a man in the game, so he didn't understand it either.

He thought that he had seen through Chen Changsheng's weakness, so his confidence was reborn.

He looked at Chen Changsheng, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he was about to say a few words.

Chen Changsheng didn't give him this opportunity, and directly stabbed him with a sword.

At this time, the entrance to the Anglican College was quiet, as if it were before dawn, and it seemed like before a storm.

At such times, there is often a birdsong or swallows flying low in the sky, and then the morning light comes and the rain pours.

It's a rhythm.

Chen Changsheng's sword simply broke this rhythm.

Whether it was Zhou Ziheng or the people watching the game, they all felt very uncomfortable because the rhythm was broken.

The morning light came too quickly, and the rain fell suddenly.

It's so sudden.

Suddenly there was the sound of tables and chairs falling under the pergola.

In the teahouse, Xue Xingchuan Huo Ran got up, with an incredible look on his face.

In combat, it's common to break the opponent's rhythm.

The problem is that few people can do it as naturally as Chen Changsheng.

This is the real reason for their shock, as it is highly likely to indicate that the pace of the battle is ...... In fact, it has always been under Chen Changsheng's control.

The gap between the Gathering Star Realm and the Secret Realm is very large, in such a battle, the latter can fight hard, bloody battles, can have a talent explosion, and even miraculously break through the realm in the battle like Wang Po did back then, but on the weak side, he actually controls the rhythm of the whole battle from beginning to end, and completely faces his opponent with the mentality of a strong man, what kind of confidence is this!

Why is he so confident!

Some of the people in the pergola understood, so they threw away their teacups in shock and kicked over the tables and chairs in front of them.

Xue Xingchuan in the teahouse also understood, so he got up and was shocked and speechless.

Chen Changsheng's self-confidence lies in his sword.

This sword of his.

He made the first sword to Zhou Ziheng.

This sword is so wonderful.

There is no escaping this sword.

This sword has already killed all the retreats of Zhou Ziheng.

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The moment Chen Changsheng took out his sword, if Zhou Ziheng retreated as fast as he could, or he could still have a chance, but he didn't.

Because he is in the Gathering Star Realm, Chen Changsheng is only in the Nether Realm, he challenges the National Religious Academy on behalf of the Sect Worship Institute, everyone thinks that he is bullying the weak with the strong and looks down on him very much, in this case, if he is forced back by Chen Changsheng's sword, he will be even more embarrassed. Of course, he knew that Chen Changsheng's sword must be very strong, whether it was rumored that he was the younger generation of the Pope, or that he had been walking with that kendo master for many days, this sword must not be simple, so he did not choose to take it hard, but prepared to avoid it.

However, he was shocked to find that Chen Changsheng's sword actually gave him a feeling that there was no way to avoid it.

What kind of sword is this, exactly?

At the most dangerous moment, Zhou Ziheng finally gave up all his obsessions and returned to the original heart of the swordsman.

An indescribable barrier arose with his sword momentum, isolating him from Chen Changsheng.

On that barrier, there was a faint flow of beautiful starlight, which came from his sword, but the source was higher in the sky.

This is the most powerful means of the powerhouse of the Gathering Star Realm, and it is also the reason why the Gathering Star Realm is called the Gathering Star Realm.

The powerhouse of the Gathering Star Realm can forcibly turn the true element back to the starlight, as if the star has entered the body and becomes a realm of its own, which is a star field. The star field is a world of its own, during which the star light is endless, almost perfect, it can be said to be indestructible, and it can only be crushed by a higher realm, or a more powerful true element.

There is still a glimmer of possibility for a cultivator genius who sits in the Shadow Realm to cross the border and defeat the Passage Realm, such as the Bloodline Talent of Luoluo is extremely domineering, and he can make a move in the Sitting Shadow Realm to the ordinary Passage Primary. However, if you want to defeat the Gathering Star Realm, it is basically impossible to overcome the Gathering Star Realm, because there is a star field.

As a last resort, Zhou Ziheng definitely didn't want to use the star field, because it would look too ugly.

But at this time, he had to use it, because Chen Changsheng's sword was too terrifying.

In front of the Anglican College, the stars are shining, as if they want to compete with the sun.

There was an exclamation from the crowd, and the sound of insults could be faintly heard.

In the pergola, some people sat down again, especially those big people who supported the Tianhai family, and they smiled.

Xue Xingchuan didn't sit down, still looking at the field.

In the star field, Zhou Ziheng's face was ugly, even if he won today's battle, it would be too ugly.

Still, victory is better than defeat.

Through the faint starlight, looking at Chen Changsheng's sword, he really wanted to tell the other party, although you can't defeat me, but you can force me to lay out of the star field, and you are also proud.

-- This is a good sentence, and some of the predecessors have the demeanor of a master.

Zhou Ziheng thought like this, and planned to wait for Chen Changsheng's sword to be blocked by the star field later, and after he won with his sword, he said this in front of everyone.

Then, he heard a soft pop.

What is this sound?

It was the sound of a sword stabbing into one's body.

It was the sound of Chen Changsheng's sword stabbing into his body.

Chen Changsheng's sword pierced his star field without any pause and stabbed into his chest!

His face turned pale instantly, and he shouted in unbelievable shock in his heart: "How is this possible!"

Several shocked shouts rang out from the pergola: "What's going on!"

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(There are still 1,500 words left, and I will do my best.) ）