The sword that Chen Changsheng wanted was naturally in the Garden of Zhou. More accurately, it was in the Sword Pool. Although he still did not know where the Sword Pool was, the sword that he wanted was undoubtedly a famous sword, just like the Mountain Sea Sword in his hands.
In reality, the sword he wanted was ranked far below the Mountain Sea Sword on the Tier of Legendary Weapons, but in certain aspects, it was even more famous than the Mountain Sea Sword. This was because that sword was extremely rare, a sword that Zhou Dufu had brought back from the outside world to the Garden of Zhou. More importantly, that sword was the temple sword of the South Stream Temple. In other words, that sword was the Holy Maiden Sword.
Chen Changsheng did not know that the girl behind him was Xu Yourong. Even now, he still did not have any good feelings towards the name Xu Yourong. The reason he wanted this sword was naturally not because he wanted to prepare a dowry for his fiancée, but because according to the legends, the temple sword of South Stream Temple possessed a sacred light that could purify all poisons. It could naturally suppress the blood techniques of the demons.
This idea was truly absurd, but it had become a reality. Just when he had this idea, an extremely refreshing feeling suddenly appeared in a certain place in the plains to the south of the mausoleum. The weeds that seemed extremely tired with their heads lowered in the torrential rain once again straightened their waists. Raindrops flowed down the veins of the leaves, and they became a hundred times more spirited.
An extremely faint sword intent appeared in the boundless vitality, then disappeared without a trace.
In the next moment, the sword intent arrived on the stone platform in front of the mausoleum's main entrance. Along with it, a sword appeared. The sword seemed very simple and clean, without any superfluous decorations. It emitted a faint divine aura, greatly illuminating the gloom brought about by the torrential rain.
This was the temple sword that Chen Changsheng wanted.
He extended his hand into the rain, took the temple sword, and slashed at the incoming Peacock Plume.
The furious cry of a sparrow could be heard from within the raging flames, and then with a hiss, the sparks of fire attached to the Peacock Plume transformed into smoke. The terrifying poison contained within the bloody flames was instantly purified into nothingness by the sacred light emitted by the temple sword!
Silence, absolute silence. Nanke's small face became even paler. The two maids behind her opened their eyes wide, their faces filled with disbelief. The zither-playing old man's eyes revealed an expression of fear, and Teng Xiaoming's expression was extremely grave.
Suddenly, the sound of rain stopped. Liu Wan 'er, who had not acted the entire time, rushed up the divine path. The large pot in her hand transformed into a dark night, covering the temple sword that was still emitting sacred light!
Chen Changsheng let go of the temple sword's hilt and gripped the Mountain Sea Sword again in the rain. He flicked it towards the pot. Only a metallic sound could be heard, and Qi surged wildly. The black pot was directly sent flying by the metal sword, opening an opening in the darkness.
After the darkness was not the blue sky, but Liu Wan 'er's hands.
She held a ribbon in her hands. The ribbon was extremely soft and smooth, and when it was wrapped around the Mountain Sea Sword, it actually stopped the heavy metal sword from moving. Just at this moment, Teng Xiaoming, whose mind was connected to hers, gripped the iron staff and once again descended from the rain, smashing towards his head!
Just at this moment, there was another strange movement in the depths of the plains. A slender sword passed through the several dozen li of torrential rain like a stream of light and arrived in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. It was as if it had automatically stuffed itself into Chen Changsheng's right hand that had just let go of the hilt of the Mountain Sea Sword.
The hilt of the sword was slender and delicate, giving people the feeling that it was a needle.
Chen Chang Sheng gripped the sword and thrust it towards Liu Wan Er. The delicate body of the sword seemed to be unable to withstand the baptism of the torrential rain. It constantly trembled on the way and the tip of the sword moved like lightning, as if it was embroidering something in the rain. He didn't know what sword it was or what sword technique he used, but he felt that it was extremely soft and supple. The sword moves were green and the flowers were red, and the scene was beautiful!
With a swish, the delicate sword was unable to embroider a beautiful picture in the rain. Instead, it pierced through the ribbon around the Mountain Sea Sword. The delicate sword continued to pierce through the droplets of rain. In the end, it arrived in front of Liu Wan 'er and pierced her earlobe. If Teng Xiaoming's deformed iron rod had not smashed down, perhaps this delicate sword would have directly pierced through Liu Wan'er's neck.
The iron rod pierced through the air. Chen Chang Sheng let go of the delicate sword and gripped the Mountain Sea Sword in the rain again. He lifted it up, and it was still a flick. With a deafening sound of collision, the iron rod whistled through the air and landed somewhere unknown. Teng Xiaoming grabbed Liu Wan'er's shoulder without hesitation and frantically retreated, narrowly avoiding Chen Chang Sheng's next strike.
No matter if it was the delicate sword or the Mountain Sea Sword, Chen Chang Sheng had used the flick for the three consecutive strikes. He had picked the thread from the cloth and carried the lantern in the night. He had picked it cleanly and efficiently, and he had picked it extremely naturally.
The three swords quietly floated in the heavy rain around him. The scene was very shocking.
Looking at the temple sword that emitted a faint sacred light, Nanke could no longer suppress the shock in her heart. She was even unwilling to think about why the legendary Holy Maiden Sword had appeared. She said angrily, "How can you even know the sword style of the South Stream Temple!?"
"Could this be the Yue Maiden Sword?" Liu Wan'er looked at the delicate and slender sword in the rain beside him. She was very shocked, and did not notice that a drop of dark red blood had seeped out of her earlobe.
In the southeast corner of the continent, there was once a powerful sword sect. The disciples of the sect were mostly women, and it was located in the former land of Yue, so it was called the Yue Maiden Sect. It had once produced many experts of the path of the sword, but several hundred years ago, it merged with the South Stream Temple, and then gradually became unknown. As for the South Stream Temple, there was no need to say much. As the holy land of the southern sects of the Orthodoxy, it had always been revered and worshipped by tens of thousands of people.
Nanke and Liu Wan'er were naturally shocked by the appearance of these two swords. What they could not understand even more was how Chen Chang Sheng even knew the sword styles of the South Stream Temple and the Yue Maiden Sect. It must be known that these two sword styles emphasized divine purification and small details. Very few men would practice them.
Chen Chang Sheng did not explain. He was able to grasp the sword styles of the South Stream Temple and the Yue Maiden Sect. At the very least, he was able to grasp the rough moves and sword forms of these two sword styles. Other than being well-versed in the Daoist Canon, the most important reason was his diligence. In the year that he had spent in the Orthodox Academy from Xining Village to the capital, what he had done the most was reading and cultivating. He had studied all the cultivation methods in the world. Other than the youths of the Divine State's Seven Laws in the Mount Li Sword Sect, there was no one else of his age that was as diligent as him.
Looking at Chen Chang Sheng on the stone platform in the storm, both Nanke and Liu Wan'er felt extremely uneasy.
Amongst the demon experts that had entered the Garden of Zhou, Teng Xiaoming was the most taciturn one. In terms of status, he was the twenty-fourth Demon General. Let alone the lofty Princess Nanke, he was not even as high as his own wife. However, all the nobles in Xuelao City knew that this was because he deeply loved his wife. In terms of true battle prowess and insight, he was the strongest one present.
As a result, he did not allow the shocking scene in front of him to shake his mind. He extended his right hand into the rain and summoned back his metal rod from some unknown place. He stepped on the divine path, creating a series of splashes. With a howl, he once again attacked Chen Chang Sheng.
The other experts also came to their senses. They knew that they could not allow the battle to continue developing like this. Chen Chang Sheng, who was already in desperate straits, suddenly obtained the assistance of three famed swords. Who knew what would happen next?
The sound of air being pierced rang out one after another. A strong gale arose on the divine path and the torrential rain was blown askew like a weak willow. An extremely serene and clear sound of a zither, carrying an undisguised killing intent, accompanied by several strong gusts of wind, attacked Chen Chang Sheng at the edge of the stone platform.
Just at this moment, a howl suddenly resounded in the rain. This howl was the howl of a sword. It was extremely sharp and resounded through the world, yet strangely, it was exceptionally deep. It was like the howl of an ancient dragon!
In the distant sky, the shadow of the Great Peng was slowly descending. Suddenly, it was stopped for a moment by this dragon's howl.
The zither-playing old man's complexion suddenly paled. His fingers, which were stroking the zither strings, began to tremble violently. With a few snaps, the zither strings suddenly snapped and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The zither on his knees was instantly dyed red.
Just what was this thing? With a howl, it actually possessed such divine might!
Just at this moment, a sword pierced through the rain and arrived in front of Chen Chang Sheng.
Its sword intent was extremely arrogant and incomparably tyrannical.
"Dragoncry Sword!" Liu Wan 'er cried out in surprise.
Chen Chang Sheng took the Dragoncry Sword from the rain and slashed at Teng Xiaoming.
The mausoleum suddenly lit up. It was as if an illusory dragon had spouted out from the sword and heavily struck Teng Xiaoming's abdomen. With a terrifying muffled sound, Teng Xiaoming was sent flying several hundred zhang away below the divine path. Who knew how many of his sternum had been fractured.
Nanke was close. True blood violently burned in her eyes.
Chen Chang Sheng looked at her eyes and suddenly released the hilt of the Dragoncry Sword. He extended his hand into the rain once again.
Another extremely bright sword flew over from afar and landed in his hand.
He gripped the sword and moved forward. The surface of the sword, which was like water, directly slashed Nanke back.
Another cry of surprise rang out on the divine path, "Autumn Water Sword!"
This was not the end.
This was only the beginning.
The sound of the sword piercing through the rain rang out without end.
Shocked voices rang out without end.
"Jade Lake Sword!"
"Eight Zhang Divine Sword!"
"How is this possible! This is … the Demon Commander's Banner Sword! "
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