With a bang, the short sword in Chen Changsheng's hand accurately hit Nan Ke's wrist. If Nan Ke's previous finger was not too mysterious, the sharp blade of the short sword floated up like a catkin, and if he wanted to fall in the shortest time, he could only follow the trend. He could even force his wrist to turn and use the sword to cut her wrist.

Even if he couldn't, his seemingly subtle fallen sword still contained great power, and even an adult demon general could not ignore it. Nan Ke's expression remained unchanged, as if he had no feeling. Although the finger, which was as sharp as a tail feather, deviated from the original direction, it continued to move forward hard and accurately stabbed his chest and abdomen.

A spring thunder bloomed on the platform in front of the mausoleum. Chen Changsheng's body turned into a stream of light and flew backwards. It fell heavily on the stone door of the mausoleum with a dull impact. The smoke and dust splashed out along the cracks of the door and the gap between the stone door and the ground, spreading on the stone platform, making the picture a little blurred.

As the friction between the clothes and the rough stone surfaces were shaken, Chen Changsheng slid from the stone gate to the ground, his knees bent slightly, his face was pale, and the blood that was about to burst out from his throat was forced back to his abdomen. The pain caused by the violent shock of the sea of ​​consciousness could not be eliminated. What was even more terrifying was that countless stone chips fell from the Lingshan Mountain where the You Mansion was located in his body. Nanke's seemingly casual blow almost made him seriously injured.

The bent knees gradually became straight, and the surging blood and true energy gradually calmed down. He stood up, stared at Nanke's eyes, waiting for the next attack to arrive.

Nanke did not launch a second attack immediately, but looked at his left hand.

Chen Changsheng held a short sword in his right hand and a yellow paper umbrella in his left hand. After he walked out of the tomb, the umbrella was always held by him.

Previously, Nanke's fingers failed to directly stab his chest and abdomen, but instead stabbed him on the umbrella.

Just like many little girls, Nanke's eyebrows were very thin and a little light. At this time, she looked at the yellow paper umbrella in his hand and raised her eyebrows, which seemed a little surprised. She had heard the careful rewards of the two maids, Hua Cui and Ning Qiu, about the battle with Chen Changsheng, and knew that this human boy had an old umbrella, and that umbrella was a bit strange. However, until the moment before, the terrifying murderous intent and power that condensed between her fingers was blocked by the umbrella, she understood what the so-called strangeness was. But what really surprised her was that Chen Changsheng was not knocked down and stood up.

Even with the old umbrella with an anticipation that had more defensive power than imagined, most of his power would inevitably fall on Chen Changsheng. He was not Xu Yourong, nor was the demon princess named Luoluo. He did not have enough blood talent. Even if he had a perfect marrow cleaning, he could not bear it. Why could he stand up?

She didn't think much about it because of some accidental accidents that could not change the general trend.

This great tomb will be inherited by her, and the adulterer Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng will inevitably die in her hands.

"Your wise steps are wrong." She looked at Chen Changsheng and said.

On the grassland behind her, the tide of beasts is like the sea, and the shadows in the sky are like night.

When she said this, her chin raised slightly and her expression was indifferent. She was obviously much shorter than Chen Changsheng, but she was condescending. She was obviously younger than Chen Changsheng, but her tone seemed to be educating her own students. She was just a petite or even thin girl, but she seemed to be a master.

Chen Changsheng knew that she was right. His Yashi Step, originated from the inspiration of the assassination of the Yashi people and their discoveries in the Taoist treasure, was just a simplified version. To be more precise, this version of Yashi Step was an imitation attempted by a predecessor in the national religion countless years ago.

Nanke is not a member of the Yeshi tribe, but she is the most noble and pure royal family of the demon clan. Her bloodline talent allows her to master the Yeshi strategist, and it is a perfect version of the Yeshi strategist.

He used the Yashi Step to fight her just now, and I have to say that it was a very stupid thing.

The reason why Nanke said this was because Chen Changsheng's National Education College had a very obvious instructive meaning, which made her very unhappy. She wanted him to understand who was qualified to teach the other party.

After saying this, her purpose was achieved, so she naturally would not say more nonsense.

Her figure suddenly disappeared at the edge of the stone platform. The next moment, it appeared in front of Chen Changsheng again, still stabbing with one finger, still stabbing his eyebrows.

Dozens of days ago, in the wetland on the edge of the grassland, Chen Changsheng looked at her on the shore and said that she was sick, that she was cross-eyed, that the pine cone orifice in her eyebrows was supported by a powerful soul, so she would poke a blood hole in the center of his eyebrows to see if there was any problem inside him, and at the same time, she also wanted to see which of the three eyes or cross-eyed eyes was more ugly.

She is a demon princess with amazing bloodline talents, but after all, she is a teenage girl, so it is inevitable to be angry, but her attack is definitely not a joke, it is very terrifying.

With a crushing defeat before, Chen Changsheng knew that he could not be faster than her, regardless of whether it was his body skills or the speed of his sword, so he had no way to attack her, so he could only defend.

The cold wind in the tomb was soaring, as if it was in the middle of winter, countless sword lights lit up around him, and then disappeared, as if the first ray of sunshine in the morning illuminated the snowflakes in front of the village.

Xuan Shuang Hanyi came out with the sword force, and before the main entrance of the tomb, hundreds of ice mirrors were formed. The shapes and textures of those ice mirrors were extremely round, and each mirror was his sword intent.

There was only a crisp sound that heard the ice mirror turned into countless frost slices and splashed out, forming a snowball in the dark air and shattered.

Almost at the same time, dozens of ice mirrors in front of him shattered at the same time.

A strange snow fell before the main entrance of the mausoleum. The snow particles were very hard, and even with ice chips, making the cold wind even more violent.

A clear hole appeared in the wind and snow, and anyone could see that it was the result of a thin figure.

The cold wind blew on Chen Changsheng's face, making his slender eyelashes tremble and unable to stop.

Nan Ke's figure appeared, and the thin finger was still stabbing his eyebrows.

With a loud bang, Chen Changsheng opened the yellow paper umbrella with his left hand, and slashed the sword with his right hand, and the real sword of the National Education Academy

Nanke's fingertips fell on the umbrella, as if a branch pierced into the wet bedding, making a slight muffled sound.

Then she retreated, avoided the extremely pure sword force, stood back to the edge of the stone platform, and her wings slowly floated in the snow and frost falling all over the sky.

Her fingers are not branches, but mountain.

Chen Changsheng's body was shaken away again and hit the stone door of the tomb heavily.

He stood very close to the stone gate, but the collision was heavier. Even the rain and snowflakes on the ground were shocked by this impact.

The smoke and dust rose again, and he slid from the stone door of the tomb to the ground. This time it took him a longer time to stand up with difficulty. At that time, the smoke and dust had already been curbed.

Looking at Nanke standing on the edge of the stone platform, his eyes were not shaken, but he felt helpless.

This little princess of the demon clan is so powerful that she is so powerful that she is terrifying.

Regardless of the number of true energy and majesty, the level of cultivation, combat consciousness, and the most basic and most important strength and speed, he is far inferior to the other party.

Now his sword heart is clear and his sword intention is clear and quiet, and it is perfect, just like the ice mirrors he used to cut out with his sword.

However, these perfect ice mirrors condensed by the perfect sword intent are vulnerable in front of this little demon princess.

She is a mountain.

No matter how beautiful the garden buildings are, how harmonious and unobstructed the mind, how powerful the body is, how cold the sword intent is, it will be crushed into powder by this mountain.

How can I defeat her?

Unless he has the same blood talent and the same true energy quantity.

But he didn't.

The vein in his body destined that it would be difficult for him to live beyond twenty years of age, and it also destined that his path of practice would be much more difficult than that of normal practitioners in some aspects. Even if he attracts more starlight, no matter how many lakes he stores outside the You Mansion, and no matter how thick snowfields he has in the wasteland, no matter how hard he is not afraid of death, he still cannot output enough true energy.

Then he only has one way, which is to make his sword stronger.

The Three Thousand Daozangs, all kinds of sword techniques, are there for people to read and then practice. Even if they recite it backwards, they are only three Thousand Daozangs, all kinds of sword techniques.

If you want to make the sword stronger in a short period of time, it has nothing to do with the sword technique, and can only make the sword intent stronger.

Or, find a more powerful sword intent.

Where to find such a powerful sword intent?

Everything has come to an end, and finally it is the end?

No, Chen Changsheng doesn't think so, because he walked through the long grassland and came to this mausoleum because of a sword intent.

These days, he has been thinking about what the sword intent means to summon him to come here, and whether the sword intent needs to do something by himself. Now it seems that this speculation is not necessarily wrong, but at least at this moment, it is not the sword intent that needs him, but he needs the sword intent.

The sword intent was around this magnificent tomb and was hiding for some reason.

That sword intent must be waiting for him.

The sun never sets at dusk is gloomy, and the sky in the distance is covered by the terrifying shadow. The cold and bloody smell of beast tide like a black ocean on the grassland is constantly floating towards the sky. I don’t know if it is because of these reasons, many clouds gradually gathered above the tomb, and the air has become wet and cold.

Without any warning, a cold rain fell, wetting the huge rocks in the tomb and coating the color of the world a little deeper.

Xu Yourong wrapped in linen cloth and leaned against the corner next to the main entrance of the mausoleum, unexpectedly getting wet by the cold rain.

Chen Changsheng stood in the cold rain holding a yellow paper umbrella, looking at Nanke on the edge of the stone platform, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

It was not because Nanke was shining brightly, not because he thought of something, but because his eyes crossed Nanke, landed in the depths of the distant grassland, and saw a rainbow.

That rainbow should actually be said to be a light rainbow, because it has no colorful colors, but is just dazzling white.

The light in his eyes was the shadow of the rainbow.

The yellow paper umbrella in his hand trembled slightly.

The rainbow of light started dozens of miles northwest.

There was no rain on the grasslands there, and there were water everywhere under the weeds and reeds, which was more like a sea.

There was a weed there that suddenly broke.

The calm water surface in the grass, as quiet as a mirror, suddenly broke.

Grass breaks into shavings, water breaks into patterns.

Those patterns are very similar to the common patterns on the sword.
Chapter completed!