The yellow sand rose from the ground, like a sandstorm, and Chen Changsheng suddenly disappeared.

Only a crackling sound was heard, and a clear sword mark appeared on the stone wall of the dust washing building.

Chen Changsheng's figure reappeared, two feet away from the original position. I couldn't see how he got here.

He looked at it with his peripheral vision, and saw that the sword mark on the stone wall was about an inch deep, and the white stone was faintly visible.

This is the Pope's Aoba world, between the virtual and the real, the building is extremely strong, and there is already a defensive formation in the dust washing building, Zhuang Changmoult's seemingly random sword can leave such a deep sword mark on the stone wall, you can imagine what kind of damage it will cause if it falls on his body before.

Even if the defensive ability of his current body is unimaginably strong, it is impossible to directly connect this sword.

Fortunately, he didn't think about breaking the sword of the moult, nor did he think about blocking, from the beginning, he wanted to avoid this sword first.

At the moment when Zhuang Changyu drew his sword, he moved, and when the awe-inspiring sword light lit up in his eyes, his right foot had already stepped into the yellow sand on the ground, and then suddenly moved.

If the yellow sand on the ground could map the real night sky, the first place he stood was the position where the star was located, and the position he was at this time was the position of the star.

He imitated the yellow sand as wind and snow, borrowed the wind and snow, walked the star position, and his body was strange and unpredictable, which was Ye Zhibu.

"This is Jessobu?"

Zhuang Changyu looked at him and said calmly, not moved by his avoidance of his sword light, it was obvious that Chen Changsheng was in the previous rounds, he already knew it completely.

Chen Changsheng didn't speak, his right hand was still holding the hilt of the sword, his gaze was slightly lower, and it fell on Zhuang Changyu's right hand holding the sword.

Zhuang Changyu took a step forward, stretched out his long sword, and his attitude was extremely calm.

Chen Changsheng could see clearly, his right hand holding the sword was slightly tight, and his knuckles were slightly white, which was a sign of strength.

Several sword lights silently crossed a distance of more than ten zhang and came to him.

Chen Changsheng was still moving before the sword light came, his divine sense condensed into a line, his body accelerated suddenly, and it seemed that he had taken two steps to the west, but he came to the rear in a moment.

It's still Ye Zhibu, this time he is stepping on the route between the Seven Houses of the East.

Several extremely clear cutting sounds sounded on the stone wall behind him.

The stone chips fell to the ground, and four clear sword marks appeared, which were extremely sharp.

Zhuang Changyu's expression was calm, and he took another step forward, and the distance between him and Chen Changsheng was one step closer.

Chen Changsheng stared at his right hand holding the sword with a solemn expression.

Zhuang Changyu's sword was too fast and too sharp, and the battle had just begun, but with just two swings of the sword, he felt great pressure.

There was a faint sigh of admiration from the second floor.

That's the admiration of Zhuang moulting.

In the first few rounds of the Great Dynasty Trial, Zhuang Changyu did not encounter any strong opponents, and his appearance was very ordinary, and he did not have the temperament of the young generation of leaders of the Kyoto Courts at all, and he was somewhat neglected.

But he once won over Qijian, and then he has been meditating in the Heavenly Dao Academy, so the ranking of the Qingyun List has always been around ten, that is because his goal is Akiyama-kun, and Akiyama-kun is no longer on the Qingyun List, in fact, he thinks that he has the strength to enter the top three of the Qingyun List, even if he encounters folding sleeves, he is not afraid.

The pride of the Heavenly Dao Academy is naturally qualified to be proud.

Such a proud young powerhouse, in the face of Chen Changsheng, actually used the peerless knowledge of the Heavenly Dao Academy as soon as he came up, which showed that he valued Chen Changsheng very much, and it also showed that he didn't want to give Chen Changsheng any chance.

Chen Changsheng's body technique was too fast, too weird and unpredictable, if he had the ability to attack that matched his body technique, then maybe he could really threaten him.

Therefore, Zhuang Changyu didn't give him any chance to attack, and directly suppressed him within the range of leaning against the stone wall with his fierce sword intent.

This is the crushing of a strong man whose realm and strength are at an absolute advantage, just like Luoluo crushed the scholar of Huaiyuan before.

Swinging the sword again, several more sword lights broke through the air.

The terrible sound of breaking the air kept ringing.

The yellow sand in the dust-washing building gradually rose.

The sword light swept through it like lightning.

There are sword marks on the stone wall, clear and profound, as if a craftsman is carving a calligraphy on it.

There are many footprints on the yellow sand on the ground, some in the west and some in the east, and there is no pattern in between.

There was a soft snort.

Chen Changsheng appeared somewhere near the stone wall, and a very shallow wound appeared on his right shoulder.

Dozens of sword lights were connected, and he narrowly avoided most of them, but in the end, in the process of transferring from Liujing's position to Lou Su, Zhenyuan's operation was hindered, and he slowed down for a moment, and was chased by the sword light.

Zhuang Changyu pointed obliquely at the ground with his sword, looking particularly chic.

Compared to him, Chen Changsheng's clothes were full of sand grains, and no matter how shallow the wound was, it was a wound, so he was a little wolf.

But his expression was still calm, looking at Zhuang Changyu's right hand holding the sword, very attentive.

The Linguang Sword is a peerless study of the Heavenly Dao Academy, and it consumes the true yuan very much, and the loss of the true yuan is naturally great with the body method of this level of Ye Zhibu.

The reason why Zhuang Changyu is so confident and directly suppresses Chen Changsheng with swordsmanship is because he is diligent in cultivation, has high talent, and has an extremely distant life, and the number of true yuan is the peak among his peers, even if it is consumed like this, it can directly consume Chen Changsheng, and Chen Changsheng has no way to solve this situation at all.

"Is this the kind of Cheng dù?"

He looked at Chen Changsheng and asked, his expression was very serious, there was no mockery, and there was a feeling of disappointment between his slightly tired eyebrows. In order to prepare for the Great Imperial Examination, starting from the Qingteng Banquet, he practiced day and night, just for today's battle, but although Chen Changsheng's appearance was already very good, it still made him very dissatisfied.

Chen Changsheng's breathing was a little short, and he continued to use Ye Zhi Step and push the speed to the extreme, and not much True Yuan in his body was exhausted, and his divine sense became extremely tired because of the need to calculate the star position and footwork, and the most troublesome thing was that Zhuang Changyu's sword was too sharp, he barely dodged, but he couldn't attack the other party, so it was a defeat after all.

He didn't want to lose, he had to attack.

At the same time as Zhuang Changyu asked this sentence, his right foot stepped on the yellow sand in front of him again, but this time, he did not use Ye Zhi to step, but transmitted all the power to the soles of his feet, and the terrifying power obtained after seeing the black dragon at night instantly made the ground crack several gaps, and his body dragged out an afterimage and roared away!

With a snort, Zhuang Changyu's sword was silent, but the sound of the sword light breaking through the air was extremely clear.

Chen Changsheng's speed at this time was unimaginably fast, and he was about to meet that sword light, but suddenly disappeared!

He actually hid Ye Zhibu's body in the charge!

The figure in the yellow sand flashed slightly, and suddenly, Chen Changsheng came to Zhuang Changmoult's body!

It was the first time he had been so close to the moult that he was finally able to attack the opponent.

With the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand, he drew his sword.

At this moment, Zhuang Changyu's sword eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes showed a look of pity, and he slammed it over with a punch.

He held the sword in his right hand, and his left hand kept hanging down at his side, and he had been slowly accumulating true yuan.

What seems like a random punch has actually been gaining momentum for a long time.

There was a muffled buzzing sound, like a bell.

A majestic force spread in all directions as his fist slammed into the air.

Chen Changsheng was directly shocked and flew away, turning many times in the air, like a stone, falling to the ground in the distance.

With a snap, he fell heavily to the ground, but not down, for his bare feet landed on the yellow sand first, and his knees were half-squatting, but he stood firmly.

The short sword was across in front of his eyes, and it should be this short sword, blocking the punch that Zhuang Changyu had endured for a long time.

He held the hands at both ends of the short sword, trembling slightly, no matter how great his strength was, he would suffer a little from a critical attack containing such a large amount of True Yuan.

"Is this the kind of Cheng dù?"

Zhuang Changyu walked up to him, repeated the sentence, and then said, "This is really a little disappointing to me. ”

Looking at Chen Changsheng's level, it was one of the most important reasons for him to participate in the Great Dynasty Examination.

When he saw the picture of Luoluo and Chen Changsheng together outside the palace, in the Zhaowen Palace, on the bank of the Qujiang River, and on the forest outside the Dust Washing Building, he was angry, and then calm, and the more angry he was, the calmer he became.

Chen Changsheng stood up, looked at him and said, "Knock me down." ”

With that, his figure disappeared again.

The yellow sand in the dust-washing building is magnificent, like a snowstorm.

He squeezed out the last true element, and his divine sense calculated the direction at an unimaginable speed.

In the wind-swept yellow sand, his figure disappears from time to time, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west.

In just an instant, countless footprints appeared on the ground, densely packed, like stars in the night sky.

He walked according to the direction of the stars, his footwork was extremely strange and elusive, and it seemed that the next moment, he would appear in front of Zhuang Changmoult and deliver a fatal blow.

No matter how fast and fierce the Linguang Sword is, it can't catch up with Chen Changsheng in this state.

He didn't look at Zhuang Moult's sword, nor did he pay attention to the surrounding environment, he just walked by himself.

Ye Zhi walked on the stars, covering his face by the wind and snow, and there was always a moment when he would walk in front of Zhuang Moult.

It seems like a really clever response.

The arc-shaped sword light, whenever it was about to slash his body, often passed by.

Zhuang Moult's expression was slightly dignified, but he was not nervous.

He couldn't see Chen Changsheng's location clearly, and he couldn't calculate where Chen Changsheng would appear in the next moment.

So, he closed his eyes.

He wasn't using his divine sense to perceive Chen Changsheng's location, because even if he could, his sword wouldn't be able to fall in time.

The Linguang Sword fell from his hand, and the yellow sand on the **** ground trembled slightly.

He spread out his hands, his black hair fluttered wildly, and the true yuan exploded.

The trembling of the Linguang Sword instantly became extremely violent!

Snort!

Hundreds of sword shadows broke away from the sword body, instantly filling all the space in the dust washing building!

In the next moment, several sword shadows appeared in the northwest direction of the building, and a trace of stagnation appeared.

Chen Changsheng was slashed out by those sword shadows, and his body slammed into the stone wall, falling to the ground along the stone wall, stirring up several clouds of smoke and dust.

Three wounds appeared on his body, and blood was spilling out.

"Now, I've knocked you out. ”

Zhuang Changyu opened his eyes, looked at him and said calmly.

......

......

(Close your eyes and don't see it, a hundred swords, see you tomorrow, Chen Changsheng doesn't play with swords.) ）