With a snap, the short sword in Chen Changsheng's hand accurately hit Nanke's wrist, if it weren't for Nanke's previous finger being too wonderful, making the blade of the short sword flutter up like catkins, and if he wanted to fall in the shortest time, he could only follow the trend, he could even forcibly turn his wrist and slash her wrist with the blade.

Even if he can't, his seemingly subtle falling sword still contains great power, even an adult demon general can't turn a blind eye, but Nanke's expression remains unchanged, as if he doesn't feel anything, and although the finger that is as sharp as a tail feather deviates from the original direction, it still continues to move forward strongly, accurately stabbing his chest and abdomen!

A spring thunder bloomed on the high platform in front of the mausoleum, Chen Changsheng's body turned into a streamer and swept backwards, accompanied by a dull crashing sound and fell heavily on the stone door of the mausoleum, and the smoke and dust sprayed out along the crack in the door and the gap between the stone door and the ground, spreading on the stone platform, making the picture a little blurry.

In the sound of the friction between the clothes and the rough stone surface, Chen Changsheng slipped from the stone door to the ground, his knees were slightly bent, his face was pale, and the blood that was about to burst out of his throat was forcibly swallowed back into his abdomen, but the pain caused by the violent shock of Zhihai could not be eliminated, and what was even more terrifying was that countless stone chips fell from the Lingshan Mountain where the Youfu was located in his body.

His bent knees gradually straightened, and the rushing blood and Zhenyuan gradually calmed down, and he stood up and stared into Nanke's eyes, waiting for the next attack to come.

Nanke didn't immediately launch a second attack, but looked at his left hand.

Chen Changsheng held a short sword in his right hand and a yellow paper umbrella in his left hand, which he had been holding in his hand since he walked out of the mausoleum.

Previously, Nanke's fingers did not directly stab him in the chest and abdomen, but stabbed on the umbrella surface.

Like many little girls, Nanke's eyebrows are very thin and a little light, and at this time, looking at the yellow paper umbrella in his hand, his eyebrows were raised, and he looked a little surprised. She had listened to the careful reports of the two maids, Hua Cui and Ning Qiu, about the battle with Chen Changsheng, and knew that this human boy had an old umbrella, and that umbrella was a little strange. However, it wasn't until the moment before, when all the terrifying killing intent and power condensed in her fingers were blocked by that umbrella, that she understood what the so-called weirdness was. But what really surprised her was that Chen Changsheng was not knocked down, but actually stood up.

Even if there is the old umbrella with an unimagined defensive ability as an isolation, most of his strength will inevitably fall on Chen Changsheng's body, he is not Xu Yourong, nor is he the princess of the demon clan called Luoluo, he doesn't have a strong enough bloodline talent, even if he is a perfect marrow cleansing, it stands to reason that he can't bear it, why can he still stand up?

She didn't think much about it, because of some accidental accidents, she couldn't change the general trend.

This great mausoleum will be inherited by her, and Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng, the adulterers, will inevitably die in her hands.

"You're not right. She looked at Chen Changsheng and said.

On the grassland behind her, the beasts were like a sea, and the shadows in the sky were like night.

When she said this, her chin was slightly raised, her expression was indifferent, she was obviously much shorter than Chen Changsheng, but she was condescending, obviously younger than Chen Changsheng's age, but the tone of her voice seemed to be educating her own students, obviously she was just a petite or even thin little girl, but she seemed to be a generation of grandmasters.

Chen Changsheng knew that what she said was not wrong. His Jescum, inspired by the assassination of the fallen Jescum, and found in the Daozang, is only a simplified version, or more precisely, this version of Jeschibu is a parody that a former sage in the state religion tried to make countless years ago.

Nanke is not a member of the Ye Zhi clan, but she is the most noble and pure royal family in the demon clan, and her bloodline talent allows her to master Ye Zhi Bu, and it is a perfect version of Ye Zhi Bu.

He used Ye Zhibu to fight her just now, and I have to say that it was a very stupid thing.

The reason why Nanke said this was because Chen Changsheng's Dao National Religious Academy's downhill stick had an obvious sense of admonition, which made her very unhappy, and she wanted him to understand who was qualified to teach the other party.

After saying this, her purpose has been achieved, and naturally she will not say more nonsense.

Her figure suddenly disappeared on the edge of the stone platform, and the next moment, she appeared in front of Chen Changsheng again, still holding a copy of the altar

Dozens of days ago, in the wetland on the edge of the grassland, Chen Changsheng looked at the shore and said that she was sick, that she was cross-eyed, that the pineal cone in her eyebrows was supported by a powerful divine soul, so she was going to poke a blood hole in his eyebrows today to see if there was a problem in him, and at the same time, she also wanted to see which of the three eyes or cross-eyed was more ugly.

She is a demon princess with amazing bloodline talent, but after all, she is a teenage girl, and her anger is naturally inevitable, but her attack is definitely not child's play, it is very terrifying.

After a fiasco in the previous move, Chen Changsheng knew that he could not be faster than her, whether it was his body technique or the speed of his sword, so he had no way to attack her, so he could only defend.

The cold wind in the mausoleum was sudden, as if it was the middle of winter, and countless sword lights lit up around him, and then disappeared, like snowflakes illuminated by the first rays of the morning sun in front of the village.

Xuanshuang Chill came out with the sword momentum, and in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, hundreds of ice mirrors were transformed, and the shape and texture of those ice mirrors were incomparably rounded, and each mirror was his sword intent.

There was only a crisp crack, and the ice mirror turned into countless frost flakes and splashed out, forming a snowball in the dark air, which shattered.

Almost at the same moment, dozens of ice mirrors in front of him shattered at the same time.

There was a strange snow in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, and the snow particles were very hard, even with ice ballast, and the cold wind was even more severe.

There was a very clear hole in the wind and snow, and anyone could see that it was the result of a thin figure.

The cold wind blew on Chen Changsheng's face, blowing his slender eyelashes constantly trembling, unable to be still.

Nanke's figure appeared, still with that thin finger, still piercing his eyebrows.

With a bang, Chen Changsheng's left hand opened the yellow paper umbrella, and the short sword in his right hand fell, the real sword of the National Education Academy!

Nanke's fingertips landed on the surface of the umbrella, like a branch poking into the wet bedding, making a slight muffled sound.

Then she floated back, avoiding the supreme sword and standing back on the edge of the stone platform, her wings fluttering slowly in the falling snow and frost.

Her finger was not a branch, but a mountain.

Chen Changsheng's body was shocked again, and he slammed into the stone door of the mausoleum.

He stood very close to the stone gate, but the impact was even heavier, and even the rain and snowflakes that had accumulated on the ground were shaken by the impact.

The smoke rose again, and he slipped from the stone door of the mausoleum to the ground, and this time it took him longer to get up with difficulty, and by the time the smoke had cleared.

Looking at Nanke standing on the edge of the stone platform, his eyes did not waver, but he was a little helpless.

This little princess of the demon clan is really too powerful, and she is already so powerful that it is terrifying.

Whether it was the number of true elements and the number of majestic Cheng dù, or the cultivation realm and battle awareness, as well as the most basic and important strength and speed, he was far inferior to the other party.

Now his sword intent was clear, and his sword intent was clear and dust-free, which was perfect, just like those ice mirrors he had slashed with his sword before.

However, these perfect ice mirrors condensed by perfect sword intent were ...... in front of this little princess of the demon clan Vulnerable.

She's a big mountain.

No matter how beautiful the garden architecture is, no matter how harmonious the state of mind is, no matter how powerful the body, no matter how cold the sword intent, it will be directly crushed into powder by this mountain.

How can we defeat her?

Unless he has the same bloodline talent as her, the same amount of true yuan.

But he didn't.

The interception of the veins in his body doomed him to be difficult to live past the age of twenty, and his cultivation path was also destined to be much more difficult than that of normal cultivators in some aspects, no matter how much starlight he attracted, no matter how much lake water he stored outside the secluded mansion, no matter how thick the snow field was in the wasteland, no matter how much he burned violently without fear of death, he still couldn't output enough True Yuan.

Then there is only one way for him to make his sword stronger.

Three thousand Dao Tibets, ten thousand swordsmanship, right there, for people to read, and then practice, even if it is reversed, it is only three thousand Dao Tibet, ten thousand swordsmanship.

If you want to make the sword stronger in a short period of time, it has nothing to do with the sword moves, you can only make the sword intent stronger.

Or, in other words, find a more powerful sword intent.

Where to find such a powerful sword intent?

At this point, it has finally reached the endgame?

No, Chen Changsheng didn't think so, because it was because of a sword intent that he walked through the long grassland and came to this mausoleum.

These days, he has been thinking about what it means for that sword intent to summon him here, whether that sword intent needs to do something for himself, and now it seems that this speculation is not necessarily wrong, but at least at this moment, it is not that sword intent that needs him, but that he needs that sword intent.

That sword intent was around this magnificent mausoleum, hidden for some reason.

That sword intent must have been waiting for him.

......

......

The evening sun does not set on the grassland, the sky in the distance is obscured by that terrifying shadow, and the cold and bloody smell emitted by the beast tide like a black ocean on the grassland keeps drifting towards the air, I don't know if it is because of this, a lot of clouds gradually gathered in the sky above the mausoleum, and the air became clammy and cold.

Without warning, a cold rain fell, wetting the boulders in the mausoleum and painting the world darker.

Xu Yourong was wrapped in linen cloth and leaned against the corner next to the main entrance of the mausoleum, not afraid of being wet by the cold rain.

Chen Changsheng stood in the cold rain with a yellow paper umbrella, looking at the Nanke on the edge of the stone platform, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

Not because Nanke radiated light, not because he thought of something, but because his gaze crossed Nanke, fell into the depths of the distant grassland, and saw a rainbow.

That rainbow should actually be said to be a rainbow, because there are no colorful colors, just white dazzling.

The light in his eyes was the shadow of the rainbow.

The yellow paper umbrella in his hand trembled slightly.

The rainbow of light rose dozens of miles to the northwest.

There was no rain in the grasslands, and there were pools of water under the weeds and reeds, more like a sea.

There was a weed, and all of a sudden, it shattered.

The water surface in the grass, which was as calm as a mirror, suddenly shattered.

The grass crumbles into chips, and the water crumbles into lines.

Those lines are very similar to the patterns commonly found on the sword.

......

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(The annual ticket, everyone votes for free every day, this is very strict, and then, the voting works are, the two ends are scattered, and the sub-editions are going to vomit blood...... Actually, this plot, I will definitely write vomiting blood, I can't say that I'm not good at writing battles, because I've written a lot of good battle pictures, but, when writing battles, it does take countless times more energy and not much intelligence, everyone knows, I'm still essentially a romance novel author, isn't it? See you tomorrow. ）