The temperature in the dust-washing building rose significantly, and the sound of cicadas outside the building rose again, and people who had already had experience thought that this was Chen Changsheng's vision of burning Xinghui again, and couldn't help but be very surprised. As for Gou Hanshi, who saw this scene for the first time, he was even more shocked and speechless, he couldn't understand at all why Chen Changsheng, who had obviously entered the sitting photo realm, was able to take his first photo again.

Of course, the first light is a very dangerous thing, although it is not as easy to live and die as Tongyou, but Chen Changsheng's meridians are different, the life star is different, and the number and energy level of the starlight absorbed are also very special.

Because he already had experience, and the opponent in this battle was too strong, Chen Changsheng forcibly lifted his senses, and he didn't close his eyes in the process of sitting down again, staring at Gou Hanshi on the other side, and he didn't realize that his face was already red, his body was hot, and the sweat in his clothes was instantly evaporated, leaving only one after another salt stains remaining on it, which looked very bleak.

If nothing happens, like the first two first photos, he will be burned into an idiot, if not by the horribly high body temperature. But since he dared to do this, it was naturally because he was expecting something to happen, just like he thought in the battle with Zhuang Moult, some things that had already happened should continue to happen logically, such as falling rain.

It describes the sound, the sound of rain passing through the air. The outside of the dust-washing building was empty, but a rain fell directly above the building, and the sound of the rain was soft, which made people want to sleep.

The rain fell on the short sword that Chen Changsheng was holding tightly, and as soon as the water droplets came into contact with the sword body, they were evaporated and disappeared without a trace, looking as if they had seeped into the hard sword body. More rain fell on Chen Changsheng's body, seeping into his clothes, evaporating when he touched his skin, and seemed to have seeped into his body.

With this sudden rain, the stuffiness in the dust washing building was washed away, the temperature dropped significantly, Chen Changsheng's body alternated between wet and dry, countless heat dissipated with the mist, and the body temperature gradually decreased.

Comfort is a physical feeling, joy and spiritual cognition.

This rain was what he was looking forward to, and it proved that there were indeed many people who did not want him to die, as discussed with Luoluo earlier, and the Pope was watching the battle.

The snow field burned, turned into a trickle, and turned into a true yuan to nourish his body, providing him with more powerful power, he held the short sword, and walked towards Gou Hanshi, in the process of walking, countless white smoke came out of his body, and the picture looked extremely weird.

After only three steps forward, he was replaced by Ye Zhibu, and the white mist around him suddenly condensed, and then gradually dissipated, and there was no longer his figure in the fog.

A violent sword wind arose from the stone wall behind Gou Hanshi, which contained an extremely majestic and surging true yuan aura, and the sword held by Chen Changsheng also appeared again, silently and firmly stabbing at Gou Hanshi's back, and then turned into ten million swords on the way.

The rain was still continuing, and Chen Changsheng's sword tips were innumerable, and they seemed to be even denser than raindrops. The sword move he used was the most powerful style in Zhongshan's wind and rain sword: turning the world upside down.

This sword move was like a torrential rain, and it wanted to turn the heavens and the earth upside down.

At this time, it was raining in the dust washing building.

Chen Changsheng wanted to take advantage of the momentum of this rain, and the first thing he borrowed was naturally momentum.

Countless strong winds poured into the building from outside the dust-washing building, and the doors and windows on the second floor were blown and beaten, making a somewhat irritating sound, like a secluded house that had not been inhabited for many years.

The wind and rain were sudden and wild, and so was Chen Changsheng's sword, which lit up from all directions and stabbed at Gou Hanshi.

Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword is the most powerful, coupled with the abundant true yuan harvested by Chen Changsheng's three first photos, it is difficult to deal with even Gou Hanshi, even if he wants to avoid it, it is extremely difficult.

Gou Hanshi did not dodge, standing silently in the real wind and rain and Chen Changsheng's sword wind and sword rain, calmly holding the hilt of the sword, the horizontal sword in front of his chest, there was no fear between his eyebrows, only the confidence represented by calm.

His sword was like the last stone step before the Lishan Sword Sect climbed the mountain.

His person is like the unknown green tree in front of the mountain gate of the Lishan Sword Sect.

That green tree has survived for hundreds of years in Lishan, and in the eyes of many people, the reason why this green tree can live is because it is particularly lucky, but few people have noticed that this green tree is silent, unmoving, and unshaking, but it has shielded many disciples from the mountain from the wind and rain.

Gou Hanshi is this green tree.

He raised his sword to meet Chen Changsheng's wind and rain sword, his expression calm and peaceful.

He used the Zhiyuan Sword.

On the second floor, the exclamation of the Holy Bishop sounded: "You can use this set of swordsmanship to such a distance through the secluded realm, it is great to be away from the mountain, and it is even more remarkable to eat cold." ”

The swordsmanship that can be appreciated by the Templar is naturally extremely unusual.

Chen Changsheng's sword shadow like a wind and rain all missed, and not a single sword stabbed Gou Hanshi's body.

I don't know if there is a natural fear of the short sword in his hand, or if he is on guard against Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship, Gou Hanshi did not use the sword to directly match, but used the method of pushing and blocking the slap, and the sound of the sword spread like a pine wave around his body into the distance, blocking Chen Changsheng's sword intent from the periphery.

Songtao is not the sword technique of the Lishan Sword Sect, but the palm technique of a certain cliff of the Changsheng Sect, Gou Hanshi uses the palm intent of this set of palm techniques in the sword technique, the sword is strong, there is no edge and self-improvement, Chen Changsheng's sword cannot threaten him at all.

There was a muffled snap. Chen Changsheng's chest was hit by Gou Hanshi's sword, spurting blood and falling backwards, slamming heavily on the stone wall, and then sliding down like mud, unable to stand up for a while.

The next moment, he stood up with difficulty against the wall, looked at Gou Hanshi opposite, was silent, his face was a little pale, and the confidence he had regained a moment ago quickly disappeared.

He didn't expect that Gou Hanshi's sword was like his people, quiet and far-reaching, indifferent and clear, seemingly powerless, but it was difficult to resist.

What should I do if I burn a snowfield and still have no chance of winning?

He stretched out his left hand, wiped the rain from his face, and stepped forward again with his sword.

The moment his right foot landed in the pool of water, his divine consciousness ignited ten snowfields at the same time, and the rain that fell on him instantly evaporated and turned into smoke.

The rain that fell from the sky seemed to sense something, and suddenly it became more violent.