This strike indeed couldn't be considered a sword move, the sword momentum was also extremely unstable, and the heart of the sword was even more terrible, because as soon as the sword was unleashed, Chen Chang Sheng discovered the abnormality, and was suddenly at a loss.
What kind of unforeseen event could cause someone as calm and mature as him to be unable to maintain his state of mind? The moment he drew his sword, he suddenly realized that this short sword that had accompanied him for a long time no longer belonged to him. It began to act on its own! The dagger slashed through the wind and rain, slashing towards Nanke who was behind the wind and rain. It seemed like a sword technique that he had completed with a swing of the dagger, but in reality, it had nothing to do with him. In his initial plan, he was prepared to use the most powerful attack of the True Sword of the Orthodoxy to deal with Nanke's full-strength attack, but …
The dagger didn't listen to his will and use that sword technique. Instead, it just stabbed forward.
This stab was extremely reckless and careless. If there were spectators of this battle, seeing Chen Chang Sheng use this sword move, they would definitely think that he was seeking death.
What was going on? There was a power in his body. No, it was not power, nor was it an aura. It was a feeling that was hard to describe with words. It made him hold the dagger and stab it towards the wind and rain in front of him. His movements were completely in accordance with that feeling. He was chasing after that feeling. His movements were very natural.
The sword that pierced through the cold wind and cold rain was not straight. The sword's path was crooked and twisted. It looked like a line left by a child who had just learned to write on a piece of paper. It was impossible to see the move, and there was no hidden meaning. However, that feeling reached the depths of his heart and made him feel incomparably vivid.
Just like the sword momentum, that feeling was the excitement of leaving the abyss, the ecstasy of seeing the clear sky, it was joy, it was incessantly jumping for joy.
For some inexplicable reason, the short sword was trembling with excitement.
How could such a sword pierce through the cold wind and rain? How could it directly block Nanke's full-powered attack? How could it defeat this terrifyingly powerful Demon Princess?
However, it was only for a moment. The dagger twisted and turned as it pierced forward, easily piercing through the wind and rain in front of him. Afterwards, it pierced right in front of Nanke.
On the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, there was a very soft ripping sound, as if something had been pierced.
It was followed by a deafening hum, as if a huge bell was being hammered by countless strong men.
A strong vibration occurred, and the air surged in all directions, swirling up countless dust and rain stains.
Nanke's furious howl rang out amidst the dust and rain and snow! Just like in the battle at the peak of Sunset Valley, her howl was still clear and bright, but compared to that night, her howl was no longer as steady, powerful, and confident. Instead, it was filled with pain, confusion, and shock.
The powerful aura instantly shook off the dust and snow on the stone platform, clearing the area.
Nanke swiftly retreated. Her feet landed on the boundary between the stone platform and the divine path, producing a muffled bang. Several cracks appeared on the limestone there.
A half-foot-long green feather, exuding a bewitching and beautiful feeling, slowly landed on the stone platform.
Nanke's small face was pale. She looked at Chen Chang Sheng with eyes filled with flames of anger and a trace of subtle confusion. After a while, she withdrew her gaze and looked at a certain place on her dark green left wing. She saw that there was a sword wound there, and it was currently slowly seeping blood. The dim light from the sky in the distance shone through from there.
It was quiet in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.
Probably because of the pain in her howl, Xu Yourong had also woken up. Seeing the scene in front of her, she was slightly stunned and speechless. Nanke looked at Chen Chang Sheng again. Her gaze landed on the dagger in his right hand, and her pupils constricted slightly. She did not understand, why was this dagger so sharp? What sword style was this? Why had the sword intent become so strong?
Chen Chang Sheng also looked at the dagger in his hand. His expression was also somewhat confused. He had already spent over a year with the dagger that his senior had gifted him, but why did this dagger give him a somewhat unfamiliar feeling? He knew that this dagger possessed a sharpness that was not inferior to the divine weapons on the Tier of Legendary Weapons, but why did this dagger possess such a strong sword intent?
Yes, at this moment, he had already confirmed that the strong feeling from before was sword intent. The dagger followed that feeling, pursued that feeling. It seemed crooked and ugly, but in reality, it was incomparably natural, as if it was walking in the clouds, flowing in the water. Of course, this feeling was sword intent, and it could only be sword intent.
It was just that this sword intent … did not belong to him. Because the current him, even if he could achieve Illumination of the Sword Heart, his cultivation was still not enough to cultivate such a powerful sword intent. Just where did this sword intent come from? If it was not the dagger's own sword intent, then when did it enter his body?
The fingers on his hand that gripped the hilt were somewhat white. He thought with confusion and shock, could it be that this sword intent was the sword intent that the Yellow Paper Umbrella had been searching for all this time? Was it the sword intent that had led him through the boundless plains to the Mausoleum of Zhou? Didn't this sword intent disappear? When did it come? And why did it come?
He had a greater understanding of this sword intent, so he thought even more. Nanke did not need to think so much, so she woke up even faster than him. The shock and anger in her eyes completely dissipated, recovering their previous indifference and sluggishness. Without the slightest hesitation, she once again attacked him. She had vaguely guessed at something, and was prepared to use battle to prove whether or not her guesses were correct.
As for whether or not she would be injured, that had never been something she cared about.
The cold rain fell again, and the pair of wings that were over ten zhang long stirred up a hurricane on the stone platform. The fierce wind rose again, turning the raindrops into pebbles that struck Chen Changsheng's face and body.
A cry of a bird.
A clang.
Nanke once again appeared in front of him. Her right hand gripped the Southern Cross Sword, and she slashed at his forehead.
This was the first time she had attacked. In other words, the current Chen Changsheng could finally become an opponent on the same level as Xu Yourong in her eyes.
If it were any other time, if it were those days before, if it were just a moment ago, it would have been very difficult for Chen Changsheng to receive this strike. Although his Heart of the Sword was Illuminated, and his sword intent was flawless, his sword intent was much weaker than the terrifying sword intent that Nanke had attached to the Southern Cross Sword. But at this moment, he did not even think about it. He swung his sword.
In reality, there was no need for him to think in the first place.
That feeling appeared in his heart again. The sword in his hand was completely swung according to that feeling.
It seemed to be played down, but it was actually indescribably profound.
There was a huge boom in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, and several extremely deep cracks appeared on the limestone floor.
Nanke's Southern Cross Sword had been blocked by the dagger in his hand.
Her Southern Cross Sword had not even had the time to completely display its power before it was broken by the dagger in his hand.
A sword ray surged out from the tip of the dagger. It was about three zhang long, as if it wanted to illuminate the entire mausoleum.
The green wings suddenly curled back, protecting Nanke's body. With a painful grunt, she quickly retreated once again. Her two feet landed on the edge of the stone platform, and another crack appeared on the limestone there.
But this was still not enough. The extremely sharp blade directly pierced through her two wings, and pierced towards the center of her forehead.
Her two wings flapped against the rain, and Nanke leapt up, landing on the divine path.
But this was still not enough.
She leapt up again, and quickly retreated into the rainy sky behind her.
It was still not enough.
She had to retreat again, and again and again.
There was only a series of sounds of limestone shattering.
Her two feet were like plows, dragging out two clear marks on the hard limestone of the divine path. Only after she had retreated several hundred zhang did she finally stop!
Silence reigned.
The dark clouds in the sky constantly sprinkled down cold rain, enveloping the entire Mausoleum of Zhou. No matter if it was the stone platform or the divine path, they were all drenched.
The sound of the falling rain seemed to have disappeared.
A streak of blood slowly flowed from the corner of Nanke's lips, which was quickly washed away by the increasingly heavy cold rain.
Chen Changsheng looked at the dagger in his hand, and felt the incomparably powerful sword intent. He did not know what to think.
In reality, the sword intent was not in the Yellow Paper Umbrella, nor was it in the dagger. It was in his body.
Because the person that the sword intent wanted to help was him.
He raised his head, and walked to the boundary between the stone platform and the divine path. He gazed at Nanke in the rain one hundred zhang away, and said, "Right now, it seems like I can defeat you."
The rain flowed down Nanke's pale little face, and dripped down from her wet black hair. She looked rather pitiful, but her expression was still cold and arrogant. Looking down from above, it was impossible to tell that she had just lost two blows in succession, and had no leeway to counterattack. Her voice was also similarly cold. "This isn't your sword intent at all!"
Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while, then asked, "So?"
Nanke expressionlessly said, "Even if I lose, I lose to this sword intent. What does it have to do with you?"
Yes, this sword intent could not possibly belong to Chen Changsheng. No matter if it was her who was fighting against Chen Changsheng, or the pair of powerful Demon Generals who were watching from below the divine path, or the zither-playing old man, or even Xu Yourong who had just opened her eyes and saw this scene, they were all extremely clear on this point.
The sword intent was too sharp, and completely did not match the path that Chen Changsheng cultivated. Most importantly, this sword intent was too strong. This kind of strength that could even make up for the difference in true essence was something that could not be tempered with time. To cultivate this kind of sword intent required at least several hundred years of seeking the path of the sword. He was only fifteen. No matter how much of a genius he was in the path of the sword, he could not achieve this!
No one could do it, not even the demons.
Even if Zhou Dufu were to live again, he could not do it.
"Yes, this isn't my sword intent." Chen Changsheng gazed at the boundless plain behind the monster tide that was like a black ocean below the mausoleum, then looked at Nanke and said, "But this sword intent has come to find me, and is willing to be used by me. This proves that I have the qualifications to use it, so it … is my sword intent."
Nanke asked, "This sword intent … just where did it come from?"
Chen Changsheng looked into her eyes and said honestly, "You should have guessed it already."
Around the mausoleum, up and down the divine path, there was silence because of shock.
Although it was just as Chen Changsheng had said, Nanke had already guessed the truth of the matter, she still could not believe it, and was very unwilling to accept it.
The torrential rain poured down, and the damp cold pierced the bone. Her voice was rather hoarse, "Sword Pool?"
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(I'm talking about the sword will, and also about Nanke jumping on the Divine Path. I've finished the second chapter today, but I can't feel excited. I have to continue writing … The third chapter will definitely be very, very, very, very late. Fortunately, it's the weekend, so everyone doesn't have to go to work tomorrow. Huhuhu. Thinking that I have to go to work tomorrow, I suddenly feel so sad …
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