With a clap, the dagger in Chen Changsheng's hand accurately struck Nanke's wrist. If Nanke's previous finger had not been too wondrous, causing the dagger's edge to flutter like willow catkins, he would have had to go with the flow if he wanted to strike in the shortest amount of time. He could have even forcefully twisted his wrist and used the edge of the dagger to strike her wrist.
Even if he could not, his seemingly tiny falling dagger still contained an enormous amount of power. Even a mature Demon General could not ignore it. Nanke's expression did not change, as if she did not feel anything. Although the finger that was as sharp as a feather had deviated from its original direction, it still forcefully continued forward, accurately piercing his abdomen!
The high platform in front of the mausoleum exploded with a spring thunder. Chen Changsheng's body turned into a stream of light and flew backwards. With a dull thud, he heavily fell onto the stone door of the mausoleum. Dust flew out from the crack in the door and the crack between the stone door and the ground. It spread out on the stone platform, causing the scene to become somewhat blurry.
With the sound of clothes rubbing against the rough stone surface, Chen Changsheng slid down from the stone door to the ground. His two knees were slightly bent, and his face was pale. The blood that was about to gush out from his throat was forcefully swallowed back into his stomach, but the pain from the violent shock to his sea of consciousness could not be eliminated. What was even more terrifying was that the spirit mountain in his Ethereal Palace rustled and fell countless pieces of stone. Nanke's seemingly casual attack had actually almost caused him to be heavily injured.
His bent knees gradually straightened, and the surging blood and true essence gradually calmed down. He stood up and stared into Nanke's eyes, waiting for the arrival of the next attack.
Nanke did not immediately launch the second attack. Instead, she looked at his left hand.
Chen Changsheng's right hand held the dagger, and his left hand held the Yellow Paper Umbrella. After walking out of the mausoleum, he had always held the umbrella in his hand.
Previously, Nanke's finger had not been able to directly pierce his abdomen, but had instead pierced the surface of the umbrella.
Just like many young girls, Nanke's eyebrows were very thin, and also somewhat faint. At this moment, when she saw the Yellow Paper Umbrella in his hand, she raised her eyebrows, clearly rather surprised. She had heard the detailed report of the battle with Chen Changsheng from the two maids, Hua Cui and Ning Qiu. She knew that this human youth had an old umbrella, and that umbrella was rather strange. However, it was only at that moment when the terrifying killing intent and power condensed between her fingers was completely blocked by the umbrella that she understood what was strange. But what really surprised her was that Chen Chang Sheng wasn't knocked down, he actually stood up.
Even with the old umbrella that had unimaginable defensive capabilities as a barrier, the majority of her power still fell onto Chen Chang Sheng's body. He wasn't Xu You Rong, nor was he the Yao princess named Luo Luo. Without a strong enough bloodline talent, even if he had a perfect Purification, he shouldn't have been able to withstand it. How could he still stand up?
She didn't think too much about it, because some accidental accidents couldn't change the general situation.
This mighty mausoleum would be inherited by her, and Xu You Rong and Chen Chang Sheng, this adulterous couple, would definitely die by her hands.
"Your Discerning Steps aren't right." She looked at Chen Chang Sheng and said.
Behind her, there was a sea of beasts on the grassland, and the sky was as dark as night.
When she said those words, she slightly raised her chin, her expression indifferent. She was clearly much shorter than Chen Chang Sheng, but she looked down on him. She was clearly younger than Chen Chang Sheng, but her tone was like she was educating her own student. She was clearly a petite, even skinny, little girl, but she seemed like a grandmaster.
Chen Chang Sheng knew that what she said was correct. His Discerning Steps originated from the inspiration of the member of the Yeshi clan that had assassinated Luo Luo, as well as his discovery in the Daoist Canons. It was only a simplified version. To be more accurate, this version of the Discerning Steps was an imitation that a great sage of the Orthodoxy had attempted countless years ago.
Nanke was not a member of the Yeshi clan, but she was a member of the purest imperial family of the demon race. Her bloodline talent allowed her to grasp the Discerning Steps, and it was the perfect version.
He had just used the Discerning Steps to fight against her, and it had to be said that it was a very stupid thing to do.
The reason why Nanke said those words was because Chen Chang Sheng's Toppling Mountain Staff of the Orthodox Academy had a very clear sense of admonishment. This made her very unhappy, and she wanted him to understand who had the right to admonish him.
After saying those words, she had achieved her goal. Naturally, she would not say any more nonsense.
Her figure suddenly disappeared from the edge of the stone platform, and in the next moment, she once again appeared in front of Chen Chang Sheng. Her finger still pierced out, still piercing towards the space between his eyebrows.
Several dozen days ago, in the wetlands at the edge of the plains, Chen Chang Sheng looked at her on the shore and said that she was sick, that she was cross-eyed, and that there was a problem with the pineal aperture between her eyebrows being pushed by her powerful soul. Then today, she would poke a bloody hole between his eyebrows, and see if there was a problem inside. At the same time, she wanted to see which was uglier, the three-eyed or the cross-eyed.
She was a Demon Princess with an astonishing bloodline talent, but after all, she was still a little girl around the age of ten, so it was naturally unavoidable for her to be angry. However, her attack was definitely not child's play, and was extremely terrifying.
After suffering a crushing defeat in the previous move, Chen Chang Sheng knew for sure that he could not be faster than her, no matter if it was movement techniques or the speed of his sword. Therefore, he had no way of snatching an attack from her, so he could only defend.
The cold wind in the mausoleum suddenly grew stronger, as if it was midwinter. Countless sword glows lit up around his body, and then disappeared, like the first ray of sunlight illuminating the snowflakes in front of a village in the morning.
The cold of Black Frost borrowed the sword energy to appear, and in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, it transformed into several hundred ice mirrors. The shape and texture of the ice mirrors were incomparably harmonious, and every single mirror was his sword intent.
With a crisp crack, the ice mirrors turned into countless pieces of frost and flew out. They formed a snowball in the gloomy air, and then shattered.
Almost at the same time, the several dozen ice mirrors in front of him shattered at the same time.
A strange snow fell in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. The snowflakes were very hard, even carrying shards of ice, and the cold wind became even more intense.
An extremely clear hole appeared in the wind and snow. Anyone could see that it was the result of a thin and small figure.
The cold wind brushed against Chen Chang Sheng's face, causing his thin and long eyelashes to incessantly tremble, unable to stop.
Nanke's figure appeared, and it was still that thin finger, still piercing towards the space between his eyebrows.
With a whoosh, Chen Chang Sheng's left hand opened the Yellow Paper Umbrella, and the dagger in his right hand slashed down. The true sword of the Orthodox Academy!
The tip of Nanke's finger landed on the surface of the umbrella, like a tree branch stabbing into a wet and heavy bedding, emitting a soft, muffled sound.
Afterwards, she floated backwards, avoiding the extremely pure sword energy. She returned to the edge of the stone platform, and her two wings slowly fluttered in the falling snow.
Her finger was not a tree branch, but a mountain.
Chen Chang Sheng's body was once again sent flying, heavily smashing against the stone door of the mausoleum.
He stood very close to the stone door, but the impact was even heavier. Even the rainwater and snowflakes that had accumulated on the ground were jolted into the air by this impact.
Dust rose again, and he slid down from the stone door of the mausoleum to the ground. This time, he used an even longer amount of time before he could stand up with great difficulty. At this time, the dust had already settled.
Looking at Nanke who stood at the edge of the stone platform, his gaze did not waver, but it was somewhat helpless.
The Little Princess of the Devil Race was simply too powerful. She was powerful to a terrifying extent.
No matter whether it was the quantity and density of true essence, the level of cultivation, battle awareness, or the most basic and important of all, strength and speed, he was far inferior to her.
Currently, his heart of the sword was brightly lit, and his sword intent was clear and pure. It could be said to be perfect, just like those ice mirrors he had slashed out with his sword before.
However, these ice mirrors that could be said to be perfect condensed from sword intent, in front of this little demon princess … could not even withstand a single blow.
She was a large mountain.
No matter how beautiful the garden was, no matter how perfect and flawless the state of mind, no matter how powerful the body, no matter how cold the sword intent, they would all be directly crushed into fine powder by this large mountain.
How could he defeat her?
Unless he possessed the same bloodline talent as her, and the same amount of true essence.
But he did not.
The Severed Meridians in his body determined that it would be very difficult for him to live past the age of twenty, and also determined that certain aspects of his path of cultivation would be much more difficult than normal cultivators. No matter how much starlight he attracted, how much lake water he stored outside his Ethereal Palace, how much snow he accepted in the wasteland, how much he ignited without fear of death, he would still not be able to produce a sufficient amount of true essence.
Then he only had one method, and that was to make his sword even stronger.
The three thousand scriptures of the Way and the ten thousand sword styles were right there for people to read and then cultivate. Even if they could recite them backwards, it was still only the three thousand scriptures of the Way and the ten thousand sword styles.
To make the sword stronger in a short amount of time, it had nothing to do with the sword style or the moves. It could only make the sword intent stronger.
In other words, he had to find an even stronger sword intent.
Where could he find such a powerful sword intent?
Had everything finally come to an end?
No, Chen Changsheng did not think so, because he had originally walked through the endless grassland and arrived at this mausoleum because of a strand of sword intent.
In the past few days, he had always been thinking about why the strand of sword intent had summoned him here, and whether the strand of sword intent needed him to do something. From the looks of it, this conjecture was not necessarily wrong, but at least at this moment, it was not the strand of sword intent that needed him, but he that needed the strand of sword intent.
The strand of sword intent was in the surroundings of this grand mausoleum, but for some reason, it was hidden.
The strand of sword intent was definitely waiting for him.
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The dusk of the Plains of the Unsetting Sun was gloomy. The distant sky was obscured by that terrifying shadow, and the black ocean of monsters on the grassland gave off a cold, bloody stench that constantly drifted into the air. Perhaps it was because of this, but many dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky above the mausoleum, and the air also became damp and cold.
Without any warning, a cold rain fell, drenching the huge stones of the mausoleum, and painting the color of the world even darker.
Xu Yourong was wrapped in sackcloth, leaning against the corner of the mausoleum's main entrance, so that she would not be drenched by the cold rain.
Chen Changsheng held the Yellow Paper Umbrella and stood in the cold rain, looking at Nanke at the edge of the stone platform. It was unknown what he was thinking.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
It was not because Nanke was emitting light, nor was it because he had thought of something. It was because his gaze passed Nanke and landed on the distant depths of the grassland, where he saw a rainbow.
That rainbow should actually be called a rainbow of light, because it did not have seven colors. It was only dazzling white.
The light in his eyes was the shadow of that rainbow of light.
The Yellow Paper Umbrella in his hands began to tremble slightly.
The rainbow of light rose from the northwest direction, several dozen li away.
There was no rain in the grassland there. There were pools of water everywhere under the weeds and reeds, making it seem more like a sea.
There was a weed there, and it suddenly shattered.
The surface of the water in the grass that was as calm as a mirror also suddenly shattered.
The grass shattered into pieces, and the water shattered into lines.
Those lines were very similar to the patterns that were commonly seen on the body of a sword.
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(As for the annual ticket, everyone just needs to vote for free tickets every day. This is a very serious matter. Also, vote for the work. Once the two ends are separated, the editors will directly vomit blood … Actually, I will definitely vomit blood when I write this scene. I can't say that I'm not good at writing battle scenes, because I've written many pretty good battle scenes. However, when I write battle scenes, I really need to put in countless times the effort and intelligence that I don't have much. Everyone knows that I'm essentially still a romance author, right? See you all tomorrow.)
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