The final moment had arrived, there was no longer any meaning in hiding. Chen Chang Sheng unhesitatingly performed Meditative Introspection, igniting the last remnants of the snowy plains.
But for some reason, he did not use his spiritual sense to touch the lake water outside of his Ethereal Palace.
The snowy plains instantly burned fiercely, endlessly replenishing his True Essence.
Yeshi Step.
His figure suddenly disappeared from the forest, suddenly appearing far away, then disappeared again, reappearing again, appearing and disappearing, like a ghost or smoke.
But that streak of light was too fast, no matter where he appeared, he would meet that streak of light in the next moment.
The sound of the sword piercing through the air constantly resounded, the wind by the lake and the sound of the waves on the lake were cut into countless pieces.
From time to time, blood would splatter through the air, like flowers, but by the time the flowers of blood landed on the ground, the person who had previously fought would already be several dozen zhang away.
Those flowers of blood were sometimes green, sometimes red.
After Chen Chang Sheng's body had been bathed in dragon blood, it was indeed incomparably strong. Up to this point in the battle, there was not a single wound on his surface. But, although he had the protection of the Yellow Paper Umbrella, he had still been struck by the poisonous Peacock Plume of the two girls several times. That sinister and awe-inspiring power had penetrated through his skin, penetrating deep into his internal organs, causing severe internal injuries. There were two times when he almost spat out blood, but he forcefully swallowed it back down.
But this time, he had tried to take a risk, his True Essence was all in the sword, causing a hole to appear in the Yellow Paper Umbrella's defence. After receiving a heavy blow, he could no longer completely endure it, a thin stream of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.
He no longer had the strength to hold the umbrella, the Yellow Paper Umbrella had lost its purpose, he did not want to leave such a precious magical artifact to his enemies. With a thought, he heard a series of sounds of metal clashing and scraping. The Yellow Paper Umbrella instantly closed, turning back into the metal ball with scales, then disappeared from his palm.
He no longer flipped his wrist to hold the sword, he just casually carried it, looking like a youth carrying a bottle of wine home to drink with his adults.
The sun was getting lower and lower, the temperature was also getting lower and lower. The afterglow of the setting sun in the distant plains brought the last bit of warmth to the lake, brought the last bit of wind, brushing against his face.
He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, carefully wiping the stream of blood from the corner of his mouth, then put it away, the handkerchief had disappeared to who knows where.
In this short period of time, the wind still made intimate contact with that blood, bringing with it a bit of smell.
It wasn't the smell of blood, but something else.
Liang Xiao Xiao stood in front of the forest, his sword held horizontally in front of him as he stood guard, preventing Chen Chang Sheng from using Discerning Steps to escape into the forest.
The two women were Shaman Spirits, so their five senses were very sensitive. Moreover, they were right in front of Chen Changsheng, very close, so they could smell it.
It really wasn't the smell of blood, nor was it sweet, nor was it the smell of iron in the deep winter. Instead, it was a … fragrance.
This fragrance was very faint, like the orchids in the deep valley, but it was extremely fragrant, as if the orchids were right in front of them.
That fragrance was released by some sort of crystal-clear fruit in the process of slowly ripening. It was also like the freshness of the mountain wind blowing through the pine valleys overnight, or the saltiness of the stones steamed on the beach when the sun rose. This fragrance was incomparably complex, but also incomparably pure. It was mellow to the extreme, but also extremely clean.
On that night many years ago, this fragrance had caused the countless mystical beings in the fog behind Xi Ning Village to feel uneasy.
One year ago, this fragrance had caused the little girl next door to the Orthodox Academy to climb over the wall.
Other than the night when he fixed his Fated Star, this fragrance hadn't appeared on Chen Chang Sheng's body for a very long time, even when he was bleeding in the Grand Examination, or when he was badly mutilated in the underground space. However, after that night when he was viewing the monoliths in the Mausoleum of Books, this fragrance reappeared, it was in his blood.
The closer one was to nature, the clearer one's spirit, the more they could smell this fragrance, and the more they couldn't refuse it, the more they wanted to get closer.
Even Luoluo, who possessed the bloodline talent of the White Emperor family, had such a performance, how could these two women, who were spiritual bodies, resist it?
In just an instant, they were intoxicated, infatuated, as if they had returned to the sea of flowers when they were born.
The speed at which the wings of light behind them flapped gradually slowed, becoming incomparably soft. There wasn't the slightest bit of strength left, it was more like they were fanning.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't understand what had happened, but he knew that this was his last chance to escape.
Liang Xiaoxiao couldn't smell that fragrance, so he was very clear-headed and always on guard, quickly noticing the abnormality at the lakeside. His expression suddenly became stern, his cold sword left his hand, the most dignified and most defensive of Mount Li's Sword Styles, the Three Forms of Iron Cliff, was consecutively used, forming an insurmountable barrier between Chen Chang Sheng and the lake.
He hoped to borrow this obstruction to wait for the two women to return to normal.
He was very sure that no matter how much Chen Chang Sheng understood Mount Li's Sword Styles, no matter how unpredictable Discerning Steps were, there was no way he could pass through the Three Forms of Iron Cliff in such a short amount of time.
But Chen Chang Sheng didn't use Discerning Steps.
The wind of the swords on the lakeside grew, the sword's momentum rose!
Hanging Sunset of the Three Forms of Wen Shui!
He reversed the sword move, using the sword as man, man as sword, he directly threw himself from the lakeside into the air.
At this time, the red glow of the setting sun hung in the western sky.
On the surface of the lake that had already become somewhat gloomy, there was still a setting sun.
Chen Chang Sheng broke through the air, bypassing Liang Xiaoxiao's sword momentum, flying high into the sky, then landing on the surface of the lake.
He landed on the reflection of the setting sun on the surface of the lake!
Water splashed in all directions!
The two women woke up with a start, their eyes still had traces of confusion, not knowing what had happened in that moment, but in the next moment, that confusion completely turned into anger!
Seeing that they were finally about to kill that troublesome youth, how could they let him escape!
The wings of light began to rapidly vibrate, the lakeside resounded with an ear-aching buzzing sound.
A stream of light shot straight into the centre of the lake, then suddenly turned in the air, shooting into the lake.
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The sky had already darkened, the reflection of the setting sun on the surface of the lake had no way of illuminating a large area. The lake water that had been clear and transparent during the day had now become somewhat gloomy, especially the depths of the lake, which were even more gloomy, making it extremely difficult to see, as if it was ink. Only because of this, that distant smear of light was even more striking.
Chen Chang Sheng moved his two legs, desperately swimming towards that smear of light. He remembered very clearly that this was the passage that he and Zhexiu had used to come here.
But before he had even swum a dozen or so zhang, a massive pressure came from the lake behind him.
He didn't need to turn his head to know that those two women were chasing after him.
The wings of light rapidly vibrated in the depths of the lake, like two oars that would never tire, propelling the bodies of those two women, breaking through a clear line of water, shooting towards him.
The lake water was stirred into a great mess, as if it was boiling.
Chen Chang Sheng knew that he didn't have enough time to swim to that patch of light, so he turned around in the water, his dagger once again grasped in his hand, his two legs quickly moving, maintaining a reverse swimming posture, simultaneously preparing for the arrival of his opponents.
A faint light spread in the lake. One of the two girls was completely naked, and the other was wrapped tightly in a sword gown. They looked like two white fish, and the light wings behind them illuminated the surrounding space. They were suffused with a faint blue light and were extremely beautiful. Even at this moment, he couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
That line of water continued to extend forward, quickly arriving in front of him.
Chen Chang Sheng gripped his dagger and thrust forward, unexpectedly, the dignified woman was truly enraged, not dodging or avoiding, allowing him to stab the dagger into her towering chest, at the same time, her two hands were like a lock, grabbing onto his hand. Almost at the same time, the other woman also wrapped around him, truly wrapped around him, her two hands hugging onto his left arm, her two firm legs wrapping around his waist.
Those two wings of light slowly closed, like a shell.
Chen Chang Sheng was sealed within the wings of light, tightly pressed against those two women.
If it wasn't a life and death struggle, then 'snuggling' would be a better way to describe this scene.
Close at hand.
They looked at each other's faces, their slightly deformed brows in the lake water.
The dignified woman had an indifferent expression.
The charming woman revealed a teasing and apologetic look in her eyes.
The depths of the lake grew darker and darker, the bottom of the lake even more so, like an abyss, like the night.
The night that he was most unfamiliar with, the night that he least wanted to enter.
Only that pair of wings of light continued to emit light.
In the icy lake water, descending towards the deathly night, Chen Chang Sheng's vision became somewhat blurry.
He knew that he had no choice but to take the risk to do that matter, otherwise, when his consciousness also became blurry, it would be too late for regret.
He was now somewhat regretful, he shouldn't have let the Black Dragon leave, although it couldn't help him in battle, it definitely had other methods in this lake.
Just at this moment, he suddenly felt a sword intent.
This sword intent was very faint, but very fresh.
He remembered that before he came here, when he was standing beside the pool, he had also sensed a sword intent.
Was it this sword intent?
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The three layers of Iron Cliff sword intents by the lake gradually dissipated.
Looking at the lake surface that had already calmed down, Liang Xiaoxiao was silent for a very long time.
From entering the Mount Li Sword Sect until now, his life had undoubtedly been extremely successful.
But the moment of his greatest success, in his mind, should have been not too long ago, the moment when his sword pierced through Qi Jian's abdomen.
Of course, that was also his most painful moment.
When was his greatest failure?
He used to think that it was after ascending Mount Li, the moment he met Eldest Brother.
Because from that moment, he knew that in this lifetime, he would never be able to catch up to Eldest Brother.
But now, he no longer thought this way.
The moment of his greatest failure in his life, perhaps, was every moment he met Chen Chang Sheng.
Fortunately, that person was dead.
Liang Xiaoxiao sheathed his sword, turned around, and walked towards the forest behind the lake. He silently thought, as long as I kill everyone that came to this side of the lake, then this trip to the Garden of Zhou will be a success.
The figure in the forest had already left for a very long time, his speed was very fast, it was truly an escape. However, compared to the vast Garden of Zhou, the world on this side of the lake was very small, where could he escape to?
It didn't take long before he found that person.
Zhuang Huanyu had never been known for his handsomeness or elegance. His reputation in the capital mostly came from his talent in cultivation. Amongst the students of the Six Ivies, he had always been considered an extremely simple person, but he was still the pride of the Heavenly Dao Academy. Although his clothes were simple, they were very clean, and there was no place where he would be lacking in manners.
At this moment, he was in a very sorry state. His clothes were riddled with holes from tree branches, his face was covered in grass, and he had even lost one of his shoes.
Moreover, he was also very lacking in manners.
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