Before the Tianshuling, they had not seen each other for several years. They were strangers, and they could even be said to be rebellious. But after all, they were masters and apprentices. They lived together in the old temple in Xining Town for more than ten years and got to know each other's extreme. They only knew what the other person was thinking based on some of the most subtle movements, even if the eyes changed. This is the so-called feeling.

Shang Xingzhou felt the mood when Chen Changsheng pulled the sword out of the flower pot, and then he asked that sentence.

But after obtaining Chen Changsheng's confirmation, he did not feel relaxed or proud, but asked another question.

"Do you know where this is?"

Chen Changsheng is the dean of the National Education College. He has lived here for many years, but he really doesn't know what this red building is - the National Education College is too big. In recent years, the place where he studied and lived was limited to the woods and library near the imperial city, and it is not as big as that of the National Education College.

Shang Xingzhou said, "This is Fenglin Pavilion. The two rows of maple trees I moved from the sect to the past."

Chen Changsheng thought to himself no wonder he looked familiar.

“Merrisa is my friend.”

Shang Xingzhou looked at his face and said with a complicated mood: "He has always admired you very much, but I don't understand you very much. Now I can understand you a little bit."

Hearing this sentence, Chen Changsheng didn't know whether he should be proud and relieved or let the sourness in his heart soaked freely, so he could only remain silent.

It has reached this moment, so what is the point of saying this? Or is it because Shang Xingzhou confirmed that Chen Changsheng's sword was about to be used up and thought that he would fail or even die, so he felt a little moved? But what is the importance of the origin of this Fenglin Pavilion?

Shang Xingzhou turned around and looked outside the building and said, "The last battle that year happened here."

That year was the night when the National Education College massacre occurred more than 20 years ago.

Fenglin Pavilion is so eye-catching, I wonder if it is because I was stained with too much blood that night.

"There were many people here that night, many young people, who were as good as you, and maybe even better than you."

Shang Xingzhou withdrew his gaze and looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I have seen too much life and death in my life, and I really don't care anymore, so don't expect me to be soft-hearted."

The meaning of this sentence is very clear.

If Chen Changsheng still refused to admit defeat, he would never be afraid to kill Chen Changsheng under the sword himself.

Chen Changsheng did not admit defeat, didn't even say anything, and remained silent.

He raised his right hand, and the short sword was crossed in front of him, the mud chips gradually fell, and the cold light gradually became stronger.

Shang Xingzhou understood his choice and walked towards him.

A very clear footprint appeared on the floor.

Each footprint shines and then burns.

In the blue sky after the clouds dissipated, the sun was extremely bright, shining on the National Education College.

The maple tree shone with dazzling light, as if it was really burning. The maple trees outside swayed in the wind, like spitting flames.

This is a fire that burns from countless years of thick blood, exudes a faint burnt smell, and has a strong and awe-inspiring feeling.

The bloody torch reflected Shang Xingzhou's figure extremely tall, like a god and a demon.

This is his life, and it is also the life of Wang Zhicai, Old Master Tang and others.

They will not give up on their ideas and persistence because of anything.

A clear whistle.

The wind was blowing heavily in the Maple Forest Pavilion.

The maple tree swayed even more violently, as if the tongue of fire was spitting out, and it was about to burst into the sky.

Shang Xingzhou held the sword in both hands and slashed it, bringing out a bloody fire.

The blood and fire are bright, but his figure is cold. The two contrast with each other and appear particularly distinct.

With a loud bang, blood and fire splattered into countless sparks, flying everywhere in the Maple Forest Pavilion, igniting the floor and the corridor columns.

The dagger broke through the window and flew away. Chen Changsheng took more than ten steps in a row and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Shang Xingzhou held his sword and walked towards him again.

There was no look of panic on Chen Changsheng's face.

He said to Shang Xingzhou, "Give up, Master."

From the very beginning, he began to say this.

In the lake, in front of the library, in many places, he picked up a sword and could say something.

Then, the swords were killed by the commerce company.

Now, his last sword is gone, and he is still saying such things.

Shang Xingzhou's face did not show a mockery look, nor did he be puzzled.

It seems that he knows where Chen Changsheng's confidence comes from.

Chen Changsheng raised his right hand.

There was nothing but the air and there was fire.

Could he still turn a sword out of the air?

The sound of air being cut suddenly sounded not far away.

Sigh, a cold light passed through the broken window and disappeared.

The dagger returned to Chen Changsheng's hands.

Immediately afterwards, countless sounds of breaking through the air kept ringing everywhere in the National Education College.

The sound was very sharp, and naturally it felt sharp.

The sound of breaking through the air is getting denser, like a rainstorm, but more like a falling arrow like a rainstorm.

Countless sword lights lit up from the bottom of the plum blossoms, in the trees, and in the water.

Lao Mei was neatly cut off, looking like an incense burning for three days and three nights.

Ten holes appeared on the broken ancient tree, which looked like a flute used by the gods.

Countless ripples appeared in the lake, as if hundreds of fat carp were struggling upwards from the rotten mud.

Those swords hidden by Tang Sanshiliu in the National Education College.

Those swords that Chen Changsheng found one by one.

Those swords shot down by Shang Xingzhou.

Rising through the air.

Flying towards Fenglin Pavilion.

Dozens of swords came to Chen Changsheng's side.

Shang Xingzhou looked at him and said, "It's not enough."

Chen Changsheng tapped his fingers on the short sword.

A crisp sound of sword dispersed around, carrying dozens of cold and extremely pure sword intents.

With a light bang, Shang Xingzhou's bun was broken.

The seemingly ordinary ebony bun was broken at this time, which was definitely not unusual.

Countless cold lights surged out from it, like a big river, and felt even more excited.

The wind blew, and the shaking maple trees were chopped up, dancing wildly into red debris, flying around.

Countless straight lines were cut out from the eaves of the pavilions, and countless mottled lines were cut out from the red walls and pillars.

The flames that are about to be ignited by the sun also need to be attached to objective things.

If the skin is gone, the tall building will collapse, how can blood and fire be maintained?

The flame tongue that was burning towards the sky gradually disappeared, and the color gradually became talkative until it finally disappeared into nothingness.

The sky light fell on the broken maple forest pavilion.

Thousands of swords were quietly suspended around Chen Changsheng.

The cold and terrifying sword intent fills the world.

There is a faint connection between these sword intents, flowing and turning, endlessly giving people a feeling of indestructibility.

Chen Changsheng looked at Shang Xingzhou and asked, "Is it enough now?"

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