Nanke followed the Shinto Road to a place dozens of feet away in front of the stone platform, looking at the picture in front of the main gate of the mausoleum, and his mood was slightly different. Xu Yourong closed his eyes, and his somewhat pale face had a calm expression, as if what was about to happen had nothing to do with her. This gesture represents her absolute trust in someone. Someone, naturally, is Chen Changsheng standing on the edge of the stone platform.

Nanke looked at Chen Changsheng, a little puzzled, even if he was Xu Yourong's fiancé, how could he make her trust her so much? Chen Changsheng was also looking at her. Early that morning, on the shore of the lake covered with dense reeds, he only had a face-to-face with Nanke, and then turned around and entered the grassland, and dozens of days passed before he saw this terrifying demon girl again.

It's not accurate to say that she is a girl, she can see that her eyebrows and eyes are probably only ten years old, and the distance between the eyes is slightly wider, so that the forehead is also a little wide, and her eyes are indifferent or sluggish, giving people a feeling of woodenness, and this is precisely because the peacock spirit in her eyebrows is too powerful, and he confirmed that he was not mistaken, this little girl is indeed sick. He thought about it and didn't say anything, after running away in the grassland for so long, he had already thought clearly, cross-eyed was indeed not a good word, and he was very nervous at this time, the hand holding the hilt of the short sword was not sweating, but the knuckles were a little white.

- He now knew that Nanke was the princess of the Demon Clan, and it was said that she was the one with the highest bloodline talent among all the children of the Demon Lord, and what was even more terrifying was that she was the only disciple of the mysterious and powerful Demon Clan's military master Black Robe. At the beginning of the lake over there, he couldn't even beat the two maids of Nanke, even if his swordsmanship has been greatly improved now, how can he be her opponent?

The real battle has never had an opening, this battle that happened on the stone platform of the mausoleum will determine the belonging of Zhou Ling, and will determine the final success or failure of this great conspiracy of the demon clan, naturally there will be no such verbose lines and temptations, without any delay, without any signs, as the wind rises around the mausoleum, the battle begins.

The dark green wings spread out in the wind behind Nanke, and there was a soft buzz, which meant that the air was rapidly deforming and being shaken apart, her petite body disappeared from the spot in an instant, and the next moment she came to Chen Changsheng's body, she stretched out her thin index finger, with a terrifying aura, piercing his eyebrows.

She came too fast and moved faster, so that Chen Changsheng, who had been gathering momentum for a long time, had already pushed the sword momentum to the extreme...... I didn't have time to draw my sword. With her wings, her speed is too fast, unimaginably fast, and she can probably rank at the top of the entire continent, except for characters like Jin Yulu, who can keep up?

At this time, Chen Changsheng's response, such as drawing his sword, horizontal sword, stabbing, cutting, splitting, and teasing, was too late.

He couldn't keep up with Nanke's speed and rhythm, and as long as he tried to make a move, he would inevitably be stabbed in the center of his eyebrows by her fingertips.

Her finger is very slender and looks very ordinary, but the breath between her fingers is terrifying, anyone can imagine what will happen if they are hit by this finger.

So he could only do nothing, sprint backwards, and retreat into nothingness.

......

......

This soft sound came from Nanke's fingertips, and the terrifying energy did not emit, but it failed to touch Chen Changsheng's eyebrows, but the space on the edge of the stone platform seemed to be about to crack.

Chen Changsheng suddenly disappeared in front of her eyes, which made her Mu Ne's expression finally change a little.

It was hard to understand, but it didn't make her think too much, let alone be wary, because she understood, but she didn't care.

Chen Changsheng's figure had just appeared in another place on the stone platform, and she appeared almost at the same time, still pointing at the center of his eyebrows. This fact made Chen Changsheng a little surprised, the other party could actually keep up with his pace? You know, this has nothing to do with speed, he uses the most unpredictable, the fastest to avoid in a short distance.

His figure disappeared again, and so did Nanke's figure. The next moment, his figure appeared in front of the main gate of the mausoleum, followed by the figure of Nanke, who also appeared there, on the high platform in front of the mausoleum, there was no howling wind, only a gentle breeze, the two figures appeared and disappeared from time to time, and no sound occurred, which was extremely weird.

Chen Changsheng had no way to get rid of her, there was no way to get rid of the thin finger that was getting closer and closer to the center of his eyebrows, there was no way to get rid of the terrifying breath and the smell of death.

He stepped from Xuesu to avoid the finger, and when he appeared, he realized that he had been forced to the edge of the cliff by the southerners.

In the Great Dynasty Test, on the lakeside, Ye Zhibu, who had turned defeat into victory countless times, obviously had no meaning to Nanke.

But at least it bought him some time.

Between the silent and strange figures, time came out of a short distance, and after all, he still walked some distance, giving him a chance to play the sword.

Through that thin finger, his gaze fell on her brow, his expression extremely focused.

A sword light was extremely bright, appearing on the edge of the high platform, as if to illuminate the dark sky.

Or the downhill stick of the Anglican Academy.

This is the stick technique he is most familiar with and his favorite stick, or swordsmanship, so it is the fastest.

But...... It's still not as fast as Nanke, or rather, Nanke is too strong, strong enough to break his sword very casually.

To draw a sword, you need to move at least your wrists.

Flex your fingers, you just need to move your fingers.

Nanke's fingers to his eyebrows curled slightly, and the tips of the fingertips struck his sword with extreme precision.

When there was a clear sound, it seemed to be a newly cast tile bell, and it was hit by a black stone from the swallow.

Chen Changsheng's short sword swung up, and a force that could be called majestic and unbearable for him passed down the sword body to his shoulder.

If it was an ordinary sword, Nanke's finger would have been shattered.

If it was an ordinary human cultivator in the Upper Realm of Passage, Nanke's finger would shatter his shoulder.

Fortunately, this short sword is not an ordinary sword, and Chen Changsheng's body bathed in dragon blood is even more perfect than a perfect marrow cleansing.

As Nanke's fingertips continued to come to the center of his eyebrows, the short sword in his hand swung back like a reed.

It's still the inverted stick of the Anglican Academy, but this time it's no longer a thorn, it's a smash.

The short sword in his hand was pointed towards ...... Nanke's wrist fell.

He didn't attack Nanke's eyebrows, because it had been confirmed that the foundation that determined speed was power, and his speed could not surpass Nanke.

He can only choose the method with the shortest attack range.

This action is very small, requires a wrist flip, and looks very casual.

At this moment, the sword is no longer a sword, but a stick, or really a whip.

He no longer uses swordsmanship, but a real inverted stick.

He wants to hit Nanke's wrist, like a teacher punishing a stubborn student.

Smack.

He hit.

......

......

(When I write fights, I have to simulate them in my head to make sure I can fight them, and now I find that this is really tiring, shaking my head, and the next chapter will be written very late.) ）