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And Chen Changsheng didn't touch it, he took it directly.

It was a more concise and powerful gesture, indicating that he knew where the sword was beforehand.

As if by juggling, he took a sword out of the lake.

Then he stabbed towards the merchantboat.

The splash of water sprinkled along the sword body, and the sword light rose with it, shining incomparably transparent from the inside out.

The shores of the lake became brighter, and the splashes were like silver trees and stars.

More than ten starlights lit up, following the stars in the night sky, and their figures suddenly disappeared.

The merchant boat stepped on the stars and retreated, and instantly arrived more than ten zhang away.

There was a soft snort.

A tear appeared between his collar.

A stream of blood oozed out of it, as if it had painted a petal ink plum on the cyan Taoist robe.

"Master, admit defeat. ”

Chen Changsheng said to Shang Xingzhou.

The water dripped from the tip of the sword in his hand and landed on the rock, making a ticking sound, as if urging.

Shang Xingzhou did not answer, walked calmly, and came to him again.

He held the sword in both hands and raised it above his head.

The bare arms glistened in the sunlight like real statues, perfectly demonstrating their strength.

There are still no sword moves, and there is no mystery, just the simplest slash.

With a brush, the air rubbed violently against the blade of the sword, creating a dazzling firework.

A hot, violent aura emanated from the body of the merchant boat and the sun.

The blood stains on the cyan Dao robe instantly evaporated into green smoke.

The water stains on Chen Changsheng's sword also turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Qingli's sword light rose again, but it was not stabbed at Shang Xingzhou.

Chen Changsheng knew that Shang Xingzhou would not respond to his sword, so no matter how fast his sword was, it would be meaningless.

He could only return the sword.

While!

The two swords meet again.

Thunder resounded over the courtyard walls from the lakeside to Kyoto.

Heavy rains repeated, walls toppled and trees were destroyed, winds howled, shores collapsed, and lakes flooded everywhere.

There are more than a dozen ponds, large and small, in the meadows.

Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng disappeared.

They came to the front of the hiding behind the meadow.

The stone steps to the top are covered with cobwebs and sink slightly.

Chen Changsheng lay inside, his hands on the ground, ready to stand up.

The sword he had taken from the lake flew away again.

His stupid sword didn't break, but he didn't take the domineering sword of Shang Xingzhou either.

The remnant wind blew the cyan robe, making a rattling sound, and there were several more cracks on it.

The merchant boat walked towards Tibet.

Chen Changsheng didn't turn his head, his right hand landed on the broken steps, and then pulled out.

With the sound of metal rubbing against rubble, a sword appeared in his hand.

His movements seemed particularly natural, as if he had already been prepared and practiced countless times.

No matter how incredible the picture is, it is difficult to surprise people when it appears so many times.

Shang Xingzhou's expression did not change at all.

Chen Changsheng stood up, looked at him and said seriously, "Master, admit defeat." ”

Shang Xingzhou still didn't speak, stepped forward silently, and held the Dao sword with both hands and swung it down.

The sun shone on the blade and bare arms.

The patterns on the sword body and the order of the muscles are so clear.

The smell of life is as strong as the smell of death, as intoxicating or terrifying as spirits.

There was a loud bang, and there was a lot of smoke.

An extremely deep ravine appeared in front of Tibet.

The dark, bright floor was cocked and cracked.

Between the collapsed bookshelves, old books are flying everywhere.

He used to watch the stars here every night.

Luoluo has also been with him here for many nights.

But his master is here for more time than he does.

The windows were broken.

Chen Changsheng landed in the fountain in the front yard, soaking wet.

The lion statue has fangs sticking out of its mouth and squirting water.

The finger-thick column of water fell on top of his head, and the picture looked a little comical.

It was already very close to the courtyard gate, and you could hear the nervous breathing and exclamations in Baihua Alley.

The people in Hundred Flowers Lane heard him fall into the fountain.

Strong people like Wang Po, King Xiang, King of Zhongshan and King of Linghai can even roughly "see" the picture in the National Education Academy with just their ears.

The fountain is faint.

A tall figure obscured the sky.

Shang Xingzhou didn't give Chen Changsheng any respite, and reappeared.

Dozens of zhang away, Wang Zhice and Tang Thirty-six also appeared on the grass.

The rest of the people should still be in the Hundred Herb Garden.

Xu Yourong appeared on the edge of the woods on the other side, his white wings swaying slightly.

Where is the little black dragon at this time?

"I'm curious. ”

Wang Zhice watched Chen Changsheng stand up from the fountain and said, "Is there still a sword here, where will it be hidden?"

The statue of the Holy Lion is majestic, the fountain is large, but the pool is shallow.

As the students pass by the Anglican Academy, it's hard not to notice the sword inside.

Tang Thirty-six didn't speak, and Chen Changsheng replied with action.

He tiptoed his hand into the stone lion's mouth, and the water sprayed violently, and he pulled out a sword from it.

Looking at this picture, Xu Yourong thought of something, felt a little disgusting, and covered his mouth.

Wang Zhice said with emotion: "Is this okay?"

Tang Thirty-six raised his eyebrows and said, "Why not?"

Wang Zhice sighed: "I thought it was just that sword. ”

Tang Thirty-six said: "Wrong, I hid a lot of swords here. ”

Wang Zhice asked, "How many swords are there?"

"It's all over the place. ”

Tang Thirty-six opened his arms and closed his eyes, very intoxicated.

"As long as he's in the Anglican Academy, he can't lose. ”

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The fountain broke suddenly, and the tail of the stone lion broke off, and the break was very smooth.

Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng's sword met again.

The thunder rang out again.

Only this time it lasted for a long time and never stopped.

The Anglican Academy was filled with the sound of swords, and occasionally there was a terrifying roar.

I can't see the figure of the master and apprentice.

From time to time, swords flew out of the woods, out of Tibet, and slanted into the grass and by the broken wall, shaking slightly.

During this time, I don't know how many swords Chen Changsheng found, and then he was shot away by Shang Xingzhou.

Suddenly, the sound of the sword stopped.

The Anglican College became unusually quiet.

The quietest place is a building to the west.

Judging from the architectural style, it should be a prayer hall for preaching, but for some reason, the walls are painted vermilion, which is particularly conspicuous.

There are two rows of maple trees planted on the periphery of the building, probably because of the formation, and they are all red no matter what the season.

The cyan Dao robe was full of cuts, dense, and still had sword intent.

Blood kept oozing from inside, and it was very scary to look at.

Shang Xingzhou suffered a lot of injuries.

Chen Changsheng's injuries were even more serious, his face was pale, covered in blood, and his hands hanging by his side trembled slightly.

"Do you still have a sword?"

Shang Xingzhou asked.

Chen Changsheng took out a short sword from the flower pot beside him and said, "This is the last one." ”

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(Guess what the building is called.) ）