Chen Changsheng's clothes were tattered at this time, there were injuries on his chest, he looked so miserable, if he was looked at by Tang Thirty-six, he would definitely laugh at him for being beaten like a dog, but in such a situation, he actually asked Zhuang to change his moult and admit defeat - looking at his expression, he was not joking.

His attitude was very serious and his tone was very sincere, so Zhuang Changyu was very angry and felt that this was a great contempt and insult.

Chen Changsheng had no intention of mocking him, he was just making a calm judgment.

Whether it was because of that autumn rain or the increase in physical strength, since the burning starlight did not burn him to death, then this means that the snow field can provide him with an endless stream of true yuan, in fact, his current true yuan is unprecedentedly abundant - the biggest gap between him and Zhuang Moult, now that he does not exist zài, why can't he be confident?

"Why is he so confident?" asked the dean of the Star Picking Academy by the window on the second floor, frowning.

Even if Chen Changsheng bizarrely took the second first photo, all the big names in Kyoto now know that he has determined the fate star and began to lead the star light to wash the marrow, and it has been less than a year now, and Zhuang Changyu has been practicing for more than ten years, why does he think that his true yuan level has caught up with the other party?

Chen Changsheng used facts to prove to everyone that his self-confidence was justified, although he couldn't tell where the truth was.

Zhuang Changyu stared at him, the Linguang Sword inserted in the bluestone slab trembled slightly, and hundreds of sword shadows were regenerated, attacking him from all directions, and there seemed to be a storm in the dust washing building again.

Chen Changsheng held the short sword in his right hand, but the position was slightly moved up, and the tiger's mouth moved to the edge of the sheath, so if he held the hilt and scabbard at the same time with the palm of his hand, he naturally couldn't draw the sword.

He didn't draw his sword, he didn't dodge, and he didn't resist with his body, but sheathed his sword and struck out horizontally.

The sound of tigers and tigers sounded in the building, and the wind was naturally blowing.

Several powerful sword winds connected with the Linguang sword shadows that attacked from all directions, making several muffled sounds, and then those sword shadows shattered and dispersed.

Fighting the true yuan with the true yuan, on par, breaking the sword shadow with the sword, is naturally easy.

The expressions of the big people on the second floor changed slightly, and they finally confirmed that Chen Changsheng's cultivation realm was completely different from before, whether it was Zhenyuan's refinement Cheng Dù or quantity, he was at least not weaker than Zhuang Changmoult.

The hands held in Mo Yu's sleeves had already dispersed, and she caressed the window lattice, still expressionless, but her mood was not as relaxed as her appearance.

She didn't want people to see that she didn't want Chen Changsheng to have an accident, and she didn't need to worry about Chen Changsheng losing to Zhuang Changsheng at this time, but Chen Changsheng's appearance and his unreasonable True Yuan outbreak reminded her of that night many days ago, when she and the Holy Queen Niangniang were stargazing on the Gan Terrace.

That night, the Holy Queen Niangniang sensed that someone had appointed a star in Kyoto, that star was extremely far away, and that person's divine consciousness was extremely quiet and powerful.

That man...... Is it Chen Changsheng?

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The big guys were thinking about things by the windows on the second floor, and the battle between the fields downstairs was already fierce.

Chen Changsheng even sheathed his sword, and with his true yuan, he broke those stormy sword shadows strongly, his body was slightly weak, and the next moment he came to Zhuang Changyu's body.

The distance of more than ten zhang was fleeting, and he did not borrow the sword momentum of Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword, but used Ye Zhibu.

Zhuang Changyu had completely calmed down at this time, Chen Changsheng broke his sword shadow lightly, which surprised him, but he couldn't let him wander again, and there was no fear on his face, I saw him stretch out his right hand, the trembling of the Linguang Sword intensified, and it flew up from the ground with a thud and fell back into his palm!

Rub rub, more than a dozen continuous sword sounds sounded.

The Linguang Sword seemed to come to life in his hand, and the sharp blade sneered through the air, stabbing towards Chen Changsheng's body.

The ground washed by the autumn rain was left with a little wet yellow sand, which was brought up by Zhuang's moulting sword and turned into dozens of extremely thin lines of sand.

Those lines of sand are the swordsmanship, the direction of the sword that can be seen.

Chen Changsheng could use True Yuan to break those sword shadows, but to block these lightning-like sword moves, he needed more subtle sword moves.

The expressions of the people watching the battle upstairs became extremely focused, they had all seen or heard the story of Chen Changsheng fighting against Gou Hanshi at the Qingteng Banquet, and knew that this inconspicuous national sect boy knew the swordsmanship of countless mountain sects like Gou Hanshi, who had read through the Daozang, and couldn't help but be a little curious about how he would deal with it.

Dozens of thin lines of sand struck at Chen Changsheng's body from various angles.

Behind the sand line, there is the cold blade of the sword.

Chen Changsheng still did not draw his sword.

His hand grasped the edge of the sheath and the hilt of the sword, and he could not draw the sword even if he wanted to.

He held the dagger and fought like this.

The fight is unusually crisp and neat, concise and powerful.

It didn't look like a sword at all, and there was no subtlety in it, like a woman washing clothes by the river, holding a mallet and constantly hitting a stone.

It seemed like an ordinary blow, but when he raised his short sword and fell, at least three big people by the upstairs window exclaimed!

"Downhill stick!"

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Yes, Chen Changsheng did not use the sword technique, but the stick technique.

He has read through the Taoist collection since he was a child, read a lot of books, and after entering the National Education College, he also read day and night, comparing it with the cultivation books in the library, and the Taoist collections he read in the first fourteen years have all been converted into the knowledge needed for cultivation, and when it comes to the understanding of the cultivation methods of the various sects and mountain sects in the world, no one can be stronger than him except for Gou Hanshi.

He is also very diligent in his practice, in just half a year, he has mastered a lot of swordsmanship and other cultivation methods, at the Qingteng banquet, he guided Luoluo and Tang Thirty-six to defeat Guan Feibai and Qijian, relying on this ability, but many people forget that his mastery of those swordsmanship and cultivation methods is more on paper.

He knew how the Wenshui Three Swords should be used, the order and angle of the Seven Swords of Lianshan, which did not mean that he could cast the Three Swords of Wenshui, and with a random swing it was the Seven Swords of Lianshan, not to mention that he had not succeeded in washing the marrow at that time, and he could not practice, even if he wanted to practice the sword, he did not have that possibility.

No matter how diligent and hard he is, no matter how talented he is, it is impossible for him to master so many methods in just a few months.

If you want to achieve something in kendo, you need to work hard for at least ten years.

Whether it is Akiyama-kun or Guan Feibai, who proved that he can use at least more than a hundred sets of swordsmanship at the Qingteng banquet, this is the case.

Other people will forget about it, but Chen Changsheng himself will not forget it, he knows very well that he can't beat Zhuang Changyu or any of the four sons of the Lishan Sword Sect in terms of swordsmanship, even if he can come up with a move to restrain the opponent's sword moves, there is no way to use it in such a tense and fierce battle.

Cultivators at different stages need different ways of fighting. He needed a relatively simpler and more effective method of fighting now, and he didn't think of any sword technique that could restrain the Dao Sword of the Heavenly Dao Academy, and it was something that he could master now, so he grasped the right hand of the sword and moved it down, while holding the scabbard along the hilt.

This gesture of holding the sword shows that he did not think about drawing it.

With such a grip, the short sword becomes a short club.

He used the stick method.

Inverted sticks.

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Three exclamations rang out on the second floor almost simultaneously.

The exclamations were made by the two Templar Archbishops and the Bishop of the Shrine.

Because they know it, because they haven't seen it for years.

The inverted stick is the stick method of the National Education College, and according to legend, at the beginning of its establishment, it was used by the Prison of the National Education College to punish students who violated discipline.

The Anglican Academy has been in decay for more than ten years, and this kind of stick method has naturally not appeared again on the mainland for more than ten years.

Those two Templar archbishops were big figures in the new school of the state religion, and they were naturally opposed to the state religious college, which represented the old school, but even they, after more than ten years, suddenly saw the famous inverted stick in the state religion again, and they still couldn't help but exclaim, and their feelings instantly became extremely complicated.

Xue Xingchuan and Xu Shiji, who had also seen the scenery of the National Education College back then, were only a little later than the three bishops, and they also recognized the stick method used by Chen Changsheng, and their expressions changed slightly.

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The inverted mountain stick is the torture stick of the National Education College, which takes a rough and direct path, simple and clear, and the purpose is to knock the students down and beat them painfully. This kind of stick method seems to have no reason at all, but in fact, there are many hidden truths, just like the rules of the Anglican Academy, you have no way to avoid it, you can only bear it.

Zhuang Changyu's expression was extremely solemn, but the sword in his hand did not slow down a bit.

Chen Changsheng's short sword shot down was too direct, so direct that it didn't seem to be a trick.

It seemed that the sword in his hand had enough room to stab Chen Changsheng's body first, but the short sword in Chen Changsheng's hand gave him a feeling that if he did this, then the next moment, no matter how injured Chen Changsheng was, his sword would still fall from the sheath and hit his body.

It seems that there is no point in rushing to attack, and it seems that it cannot be avoided, so it can only be blocked.

Zhuang Changyu True Yuan came out endlessly, and the sword blade broke through the air and met Chen Changsheng's sword.

The inverted mountain stick is facing the Lin Light Sword, as if the National Education Academy is facing the Heavenly Dao Academy.

It seems that the nascent Anglican Academy, if it wants to regain its position within the Anglican Church, always has to pass this hurdle.

The two swords met in the air, then separated, and then met again. No matter how unreasonable Chen Changsheng's sword fell, it would be blocked by Zhuang Changsheng's sword. No matter how subtle Zhuang Changyu's sword moves were, there was no way to break Chen Changsheng's sword. In a very short period of time, the two swords met more than a dozen times.

A deafening crash sounded in the dust-washing building.

More than a dozen white air masses kept generating around the two of them, and then exploded in an instant.

Those air masses are the breath that vibrates when the two swords meet.

Bang bang bang!

The two figures parted suddenly.

Zhuang Changyu snorted, his face was slightly pale, and his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

He was not able to completely seal Chen Changsheng's sword.

At the last moment, Chen Changjian's sword sheath fell and hit his wrist.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhuang Changyu's sword intent was pointing directly at that time, when he was stabbing obliquely, only the tip of Chen Changsheng's sheath would have been touched, or his wrist bone would have been shattered.

Facing head-on, sword against sword, in the end, he actually fell behind.

Zhuang Changyu couldn't accept this fact at all, and his face became a little pale.

The next moment, he threw the scabbard to the ground and stepped forward again.