Shang Xingzhou met Chen Changsheng's sword again.

The thunder sounded again.

But this time it lasted for a long time and never stopped again.

The National Education College was filled with swords and terrifying roars were heard occasionally.

The figures of the master and the apprentice cannot be seen.

From time to time, swords flew out of the woods and from the library, and were inserted obliquely on the grass and by the broken wall, shaking slightly.

During this period, I don’t know how many swords Chen Changsheng found and was knocked away by Shang Xingzhou.

Suddenly, the sword stopped.

The National Education College has become extremely quiet.

The quietest place is a building on the west side.

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

There are two rows of maple trees planted outside the building, probably because of the formation, and they are red in any season.

There were holes everywhere on the blue Taoist clothes, densely packed, and sword intent was still broken.

Blood kept oozing out of it, looking very terrifying.

Shang Xingzhou suffered a lot of injuries.

Chen Changsheng's injuries were even worse, his face was pale, covered in blood, and his hands hanging beside him 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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Chapter completed!