Nanke followed the divine path and arrived several dozen zhang away from the stone platform. She looked at the scene in front of the mausoleum and felt slightly strange. Xu Yourong closed her eyes. Her somewhat pale face had a tranquil expression, as if what was about to happen had nothing to do with her. This attitude represented her absolute trust in a certain person. That certain person was naturally Chen Changsheng, who was standing at the edge of the stone platform.
Nanke looked at Chen Changsheng, somewhat confused. Even if he was Xu Yourong's fiancé, how could she trust him so much? Chen Changsheng was also looking at her. That morning, by the lakeside densely covered with reeds, he had only met Nanke once before turning around and entering the grassland. Only after several dozen days had passed did he see this terrifying demon girl again.
Calling her a young girl was not even accurate. From her clear and immature appearance, she seemed to be around ten years old. The distance between her two eyes was rather wide, causing her forehead to seem rather wide as well. Her gaze was indifferent, or perhaps dull, giving people a dull feeling. It was precisely because the peacock soul between her eyebrows was too powerful. He confirmed that he had not seen wrongly back then. This girl was indeed sick. He thought about it, but did not say anything. After fleeing for so long in the grassland, he had already thought it through. Cross-eyed was not a nice word to hear, and he was currently very nervous. The hand that gripped the hilt of the dagger did not sweat, but his knuckles were rather white.
— He already knew that Nanke was the Demon Princess, and it was said that she was the one with the greatest bloodline talent out of all the children of the Demon Lord. Even more terrifying was that she was the only disciple of the mysterious and powerful Demon Military Advisor, Black Robe. Back at the lakeside, he could not even defeat Nanke's two maids. Even if his swordsmanship had greatly improved, how could he be her opponent?
A true battle never had a prelude. This battle that occurred on the stone platform of the mausoleum would decide the ownership of the Mausoleum of Zhou, and would decide the final success or failure of the demons' great plot. Naturally, there would not be any long-winded speeches or probing. Without any delay, without any warning, as the wind blew around the mausoleum, the battle began.
The pair of dark green wings behind Nanke flapped in the wind. With a light hum, it represented that the air was rapidly deforming and being shaken apart. Her petite body instantly disappeared from where she was, and in the next moment, she appeared in front of Chen Changsheng. She extended her slender index finger, and with a terrifying Qi, it pierced towards the center of his eyebrows.
She came too fast and her movements were even faster. Chen Chang Sheng, who had been accumulating his strength for a long time and had already pushed his sword force to the extreme … didn't have time to draw his sword. With her wings, her speed was simply too fast, so fast that it was hard to imagine. In the entire continent, she could probably be ranked at the top. Other than people like Jin Yu Lu, who else could keep up with her?
At this moment, any of Chen Chang Sheng's responses, such as unsheathing, sweeping, stabbing, slicing, chopping, or lifting, were all too late.
He was unable to keep up with Nanke's speed and rhythm. As long as he tried to make a move, he would definitely be pierced between his eyebrows by her fingertips.
Her finger was very slender and looked very ordinary, but the aura it carried was very terrifying. Anyone could imagine what would happen if they were hit by this finger.
Therefore, he could only do nothing and retreat into nothingness.
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Hum! This light sound came from Nanke's fingertips. The terrifying force had yet to be released, so it did not touch Chen Chang Sheng's eyebrows. However, it seemed like the space at the edge of the stone platform was about to split open.
Chen Chang Sheng suddenly disappeared before her eyes. This finally caused her wooden expression to change slightly.
This was something very difficult to understand, but it actually did not make her think too much, much less raise her guard. This was because she understood, but did not care.
Just as Chen Chang Sheng's figure appeared on the other side of the stone platform, she appeared almost at the same time. She still pointed her finger at his eyebrows. This reality was rather unexpected for Chen Chang Sheng. She was actually able to keep up with his footsteps? It had to be known that this did not have much to do with speed. He was using the most mysterious and unpredictable Yeshi Step, which was the fastest to evade in a short distance.
His figure disappeared once again, and Nanke's figure also disappeared with it. In the next moment, his figure appeared in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. Immediately after, Nanke's figure also appeared there. On the high platform in front of the mausoleum, there were no whistling gales. There was only a gentle breeze. The two figures appeared and disappeared without making any sound. It was extremely strange.
Chen Chang Sheng had no way of breaking away from her. He had no way of breaking away from the slender finger that was getting closer and closer to his eyebrows. He had no way of breaking away from the terrifying Qi and the smell of death.
With a single step, he stepped into the dark, avoiding the finger. Only when he appeared did he discover that he had already been forced to the edge of the high platform by Nanke.
In the Grand Examination, by the lake, the Yeshi Step that had allowed him to turn defeat into victory countless times was clearly of no use to Nanke.
However, at least it had bought him some time.
In the soundless and strange movement of the figure, he had walked a very short distance. In the end, he had still walked some distance, giving him the opportunity to strike with his sword.
Separated by the slender finger, his gaze fell on her eyebrows. His expression was extremely focused.
Fuck! An extremely bright sword glow appeared at the edge of the high platform, as if it wanted to illuminate the gloomy sky.
It was the Toppling Mountain Staff of the Orthodox Academy.
This was the staff style that he was most familiar with, and also the sword style that he liked the most, so it was the fastest.
However … it was still not as fast as Nanke. Or perhaps it could be said that Nanke was too strong, strong to the point that she could very casually break his sword.
Striking with the sword required at least a movement of the wrist.
Bending of the finger only required a movement of the finger.
Nanke's finger that was piercing towards his eyebrows slightly bent, and the tip of the finger accurately struck the blade of his sword.
With a clear clang, it was as if a newly cast bell had been struck by a black stone in a swallow's beak.
Chen Chang Sheng's dagger swung up. A power that could be described as boundless and difficult for him to bear traveled along the blade to his shoulder.
If it was a normal sword, Nanke's finger would have shattered it.
If it was a normal human cultivator at the upper level of Ethereal Opening, Nanke's finger would have crippled his shoulder.
Fortunately, this dagger was not a normal sword. Chen Chang Sheng's body that had been bathed in dragon blood was even more perfect than a perfect Purification.
When Nanke's finger continued to move towards the space between his eyebrows, the dagger in his hand swung back like a reed.
It was still the Toppling Mountain Staff of the Orthodox Academy, but this time it was not a thrust, but a smash.
The dagger in his hand … smashed towards Nanke's wrist.
He did not attack Nanke's eyebrows, because he had already confirmed that the foundation of speed was still strength. His speed could not surpass Nanke's.
He could only choose the method that had the shortest distance.
This movement was very small, requiring a flip of the wrist. It seemed very casual.
At this moment, the dagger was no longer a dagger, but a teaching staff, or perhaps a true teaching staff.
What he used was also no longer a sword style, but the true Toppling Mountain Staff.
He wanted to strike Nanke's wrist, just like a teacher punishing a naughty student.
There was a clap.
He struck.
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(When writing a fight, I have to simulate it in my head to make sure I can fight it. Now I realize that this is very tiring. I shake my head. The next chapter will be written very late.)
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