The wind was a little cold, piercing his face with a slight pain. However, it was just a cold wind, not a spiritual attack from the zither-playing elder. Those misty thoughts that were like mountain ghosts and shaman tigers seemed to have avoided the Yellow Paper Umbrella, but how could they actually avoid it?
The Yellow Paper Umbrella in Chen Changsheng's hands was made from countless precious materials of the Wenshui Tangs. It was personally forged by the Old Master of the Tang clan. If the umbrella-wielder's cultivation was high enough, he could completely block out all spiritual attacks. Even if his current cultivation was not high enough, it was still enough to block out Black Robe's inspection from outside the Garden of Zhou. What could the mental attack of the zither-playing old man amount to? However, the zither-playing old man's attack represented a dangerous signal. This meant that Nanke was finally no longer maintaining her pride. It was highly likely that the demon experts would attack together and surround him.
This fact made Chen Chang Sheng very vigilant. Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er, this Demon General couple, had always quietly and silently stood at the bottom of the Divine Path. They were just as low-key as their names were, but he had never forgotten the terrifying strength that this Demon General couple had displayed by the lake on the other side of the cliff. In reality, this Demon General couple were both true experts at the upper level of Star Condensation. Besides the Five Saints, the Storms of the Eight Directions, and peerless experts like Su Li, who could say that they could easily defeat them? For the sake of entering the Garden of Zhou, the Demon General couple had forcefully lowered their cultivation, only retaining the strength of the upper level of Ethereal Opening. However, with their battle experience and awareness, in terms of battle prowess, it was extremely possible that they were even stronger than Nanke.
Nanke's sword energy had not been completely shattered by his sword intent. The starlight that was like a sea of fireflies still resolutely danced in front of the Yellow Paper Umbrella. His gaze passed over the edge of the Yellow Paper Umbrella and Nanke's shoulder, falling below the divine path. His expression suddenly turned cold. He saw that in the wind and rain, Liu Wan 'er was looking at him with a smile. She seemed very gentle and quiet, like a mother leaning against the door waiting for her son's return. However, the middle-aged man with a simple and honest face was nowhere to be seen. Where did he go?
All of a sudden, the sky above the spirit path resounded with an explosive sound like spring thunder! The cold wind blowing through the mausoleum seemed to freeze in that instant, but the falling rain became even more violent.
Chen Chang Sheng looked up and saw a black dot appear in the gloomy sky.
The black dot fell with the torrential rain, faster and faster. In a very short period of time, it had become countless times bigger, and in his eyes, it was like a mountain.
The Twenty-fourth Demon General Teng Xiaoming had transformed into a heavy mountain peak. In his hands, he grasped a seemingly ordinary carrying pole. He condensed the wind and urged the rain to descend from the sky, whistling through the air with an incomparably berserk momentum!
Seeing this scene, Chen Chang Sheng's face instantly paled, but his eyes were still as calm as before, without the slightest fear. The short sword in his right hand pierced through the curtain of rain and moved forward.
The Yellow Paper Umbrella in his left hand was currently blocking Nanke's two rivers of stars, as well as the full-powered pounce of the Wu Hu from the zither. It was impossible for him to move. If he wanted to use the Yellow Paper Umbrella to block Teng Xiaoming's heavy blow, then he could only hide in the Yellow Paper Umbrella. However, if he did that, he would have no way out and could only passively take a beating. Therefore, he did not choose to do that. He chose to draw his sword. In such a tense moment, he did not forget to send a strand of sword intent from the Yellow Paper Umbrella into the dagger.
A huge boom rang out! The stone platform in front of the mausoleum's main entrance began to shake violently. The rainwater on the ground was like frightened ghosts, tearing and transforming in an attempt to escape, turning into a large mist. In the corner behind the mist, Xu Yourong was affected by the shaking. Her face instantly paled and she could no longer endure it. It was extremely uncomfortable, so she closed her eyes and began to adjust her breathing to resist.
The mist fell. Chen Chang Sheng was still standing in his original position, only he was a bit shorter than before. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that his two feet had actually sunk deeply into the hard limestone ground, all the way to his knees!
Teng Xiaoming's heavy blow that fell from the sky like a mountain was truly too terrifying. Chen Chang Sheng relied on the dagger and the strand of sword intent to forcefully receive this heavy blow. Even though his body had been bathed in the true blood of the Black Dragon, it still felt like it was about to shatter. From the center of his eyebrows to his collarbone to his neck and then to his ankles, every single bone in his body was in unbearable pain. His right hand constantly trembled, like an old man with a serious illness. If it were not for the fact that he knew that he would definitely die without his sword, how could his right hand still hold onto the hilt of his sword?
Teng Xiaoming stood within the torrential rain, his face expressionless.
The carrying pole that he held in his right hand was actually an iron rod, as thick as a normal person's arm. It was forged from the Demon Mountain's secret iron mixed with two taels of meteorite true gold, making it incomparably hard. On the battlefield of the snowy plains, who knew how many experts of the Great Zhou Army had been smashed to death by it. At this moment, tens of extremely deep sword marks had appeared on this iron rod, especially the tip, which had even been cut in half.
The iron rod and Chen Chang Sheng's dagger had only clashed for an instant, but it had already been cut into so many sword marks. It had to be said that the sharpness of that dagger had already reached an unimaginable level, and that sword intent was even more powerful and swift, to the point of causing one's heart to tremble. However, Teng Xiaoming did not have any reaction to this. He looked at Chen Chang Sheng in silence, like a true mountain peak. No matter how violent the wind and rain were, it still could not shake his body in the slightest, giving off an exceptionally solemn feeling.
This was a true expert. Chen Chang Sheng looked at the demon male standing within the rain and naturally had this thought, but then had even more thoughts. Just as Nanke had said before, he could only display a thousandth of the true power of that sword intent, so how could he defeat such a powerful opponent? Most importantly, with his current level of strength, if he wanted to block or even defeat this iron rod, the combination of that sword intent and dagger was far from enough. He needed a sword that could better display the power of that sword intent.
He needed an even heavier sword.
Just as he was thinking of these things, Teng Xiaoming once again raised the iron rod in his hand. The iron rod that was densely covered with sword marks seemed even more frightening than before, and the torrential rain around the iron rod suddenly dispersed. A sound like thunder resounded upon the divine avenue. The iron rod whistled through the air, and all the wind and rain in its path dodged.
At this moment, Nanke's sword energy had already been completely shattered by the sword intent emitted by the Yellow Paper Umbrella, and the zither-playing old man's mental attack had also been blocked. At this moment, Chen Chang Sheng could attempt to use the Yellow Paper Umbrella to receive the iron rod. His face was still pale, but it was not because he was nervous, but because the rain was too cold. It was also because he was uneasy about the last thought that appeared in his mind.
He could use the Yellow Paper Umbrella to receive the iron rod, but he did not want to. This was because he had a faint feeling that although the sword intent attached to the Yellow Paper Umbrella was incomparably powerful, it was not the best way for him to receive the iron rod at his current level. He still felt that he needed an even heavier sword.
In reality, other than the Yellow Paper Umbrella, he had no other choice, because he did not have a heavier sword. But … he felt that he should have a heavy sword.
Just as this thought appeared in Chen Chang Sheng's mind, a strange change occurred somewhere in the plains to the south of the mausoleum.
The rain in the distance was much lighter than the rain in the mausoleum. The surface of the water in the grass was softly beaten by the fine rain, but suddenly, for some reason, the ground of the plains sank, as if it was collapsing! The puddles of water in the plains and the rain in the sky were instantly condensed into a ball of water, becoming incomparably dense, as if there was an extremely heavy object underground that was currently attracting everything in its surroundings.
An angry whistle resounded from the depths of the dusky sky. This whistle came from the Great Peng. Just what item was about to appear that could actually make it so angry? He could even hear its vigilance and unease?
The heavy iron rod broke through the wind and rain on the divine path, arriving in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. It was only a dozen or so zhang away from Chen Chang Sheng, yet he did not raise the Yellow Paper Umbrella. Instead, with a clear cry, he sheathed the dagger!
He himself did not know why he did this. Why did he sheathe the dagger?
Just at this moment, a loud rumble resounded from outside the mausoleum, as if true wind and thunder had arrived on the ground. Compared to the sound of wind and thunder, the sound of wind and thunder carried by the iron rod was like the sound of firecrackers that children made during the new year.
A black object broke through the torrential rain, arrived in front of Chen Chang Sheng, and then stopped moving.
It was a sword, pitch-black, forged from some unknown material. There were no designs on the body of the sword, nor was it smooth. It seemed especially rough, and did not even have a sword edge, as if it had not completed its forging. In short, this iron sword did not have any special characteristics. It did not emit any Qi that would raise one's eyebrows. It was only very wide, very straight, very long, very thick, and very black, so it seemed … very heavy.
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Chen Chang Sheng wanted an even heavier sword.
As a result, a heavy sword appeared before his eyes, quietly hovering in the storm.
The hilt of the iron sword was slanted downwards. As long as he extended his hand, he would be able to easily grasp it. The posture of the iron sword was too comfortable, so comfortable that he did not even think before raising his hand.
His right hand passed through the seemingly still curtains of rain and grasped the hilt.
The hilt of the iron sword was also very thick, very thick, very rough. His palm and the surface of the hilt seemed to completely merge together, and he could clearly feel a heavy feeling. At this moment, something happened. The strand of sword intent attached to the Yellow Paper Umbrella did not listen to the commands of Chen Changsheng's divine sense. It passed through his body and entered the metal sword. This was because the metal sword originally had a strand of sword intent. The sword intent in the Yellow Paper Umbrella disdained or did not want to compete with the powerful sword intent. With Chen Chang Sheng's current cultivation level and cultivation in the path of the sword, he was still unable to accurately sense the strength of the sword intent in the iron sword. However, he could clearly sense that the sword intent was just like the iron sword, incomparably heavy.
He pulled back his hand, and took the iron sword out of the rain.
If he wanted to take the heavy iron sword out of the rain, he needed an extremely powerful strength. At the same time, the heavy iron sword also bestowed him with an extremely powerful strength. Afterwards, he swung the iron sword, and chopped down at the iron rod that broke through the rain.
The iron sword and the iron rod met in the torrential rain.
There was an extremely short period of silence, and then there were the continuous explosions of wind and thunder. The rain was shattered, turning into thousands of water arrows. They followed a circle and shot out in all directions. The cliff in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum was riddled with countless deep and small holes. A clear light emitted from the Tong Bow on Xu Yourong's back. It protected her, but it could not protect Chen Chang Sheng.
Chen Chang Sheng's clothes were filled with tiny holes, like leaves that had been eaten by insects. They floated in the rain, and his face was extremely pale. His two feet were still stuck in the hard limestone ground, and there were cracks like spiderwebs all around him. He looked rather miserable.
However, he did not retreat a single step.
The powerful Demon General retreated. He was directly knocked back over a hundred zhang, and fell heavily into the rain. He constantly spat out blood, and the iron rod in his hand was bent at an extremely exaggerated angle.
The sound of the torrential rain was still like thunder, and the entire divine path was deathly silent.
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(Today, there will be an early report that will be updated very late. I've said it in the book, in the group, and on the WeChat official account, but there are still some readers who did not see it. Now that I think about it, the simplest method is still to trouble everyone to pay attention to the WeChat official account. That way, if there's something, I can directly tell everyone. Today, this is the chapter. Tomorrow, it will be over 7000 words.)
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