The shadow of the Golden-winged Great Peng arrived in the sky several hundred li in front of the mausoleum. The edges of its wings radiated with golden light, yet it brought darkness to the mausoleum. Looking at it in the darkness, its two eyes were like two balls of burning divine fire. Nanke's black hair danced in the wind. Her petite body quietly floated between the two balls of divine fire. In comparison, she was extremely tiny, but it gave off a feeling that she had already formed an inseverable connection with the Golden-winged Great Peng. In other words, she was currently the soul of the Golden-winged Great Peng.
As the golden light flickered, an unimaginably terrifying pressure fell on the grassland. What followed was a hurricane. Even the most violent wind in the South Sea could not produce so much. The shredded grass danced uneasily in the air, and the dirty water on the ground was shaken to pieces. Not a single monster could stand firm, and they all fell to the ground. The ten thousand broken swords in the air around the mausoleum were constantly blown up and down. They were like countless boats in the ocean, and they could be swallowed by a heaven-shaking wave at any time.
With a clear cry that was cold and extremely arrogant, the Golden-winged Great Peng flapped its wings and sped up towards the mausoleum. It gave off the feeling that the sky was about to press down on the mausoleum. The golden light at the edges of its wings scattered and then gathered again. It was like a leaping flame, as if it was about to come alive. As a result, the entire grassland began to burn. Whether it was blood or water, they all began to give birth to raging flames.
On the burning grassland was a black ocean formed by countless monsters. This black ocean was also burning, turning into a sea of fire. No matter if it was the high level monsters or the field mice native to the grassland, they all stood in the sea of fire, gazing at the pair of wings in the sky that spanned several hundred li with reverence and piety. They all let out roars that were close to madness.
As the Golden-winged Great Peng approached, the burning grassland became bright, but the mausoleum in the center of the grassland became even darker. The ten thousand broken swords did their utmost to resist the strong winds brought about by the two huge wings, and they all flew to the front of the mausoleum.
The densely packed ten thousand broken swords formed a semicircular sword array in front of the mausoleum. Chen Changsheng stood in the center of the vast sword array. In comparison, he was also extremely tiny, but he was the soul of the sword array. His left hand still held the Yellow Paper Umbrella, but he did not withdraw the sword intent from the Golden-winged Great Peng. he knew very well that many of those broken swords were already on the verge of collapse after experiencing the bitter battle with the monster tide. If he withdrew the Mount Li sword intent, the Golden-winged Great Peng would not even need to do anything, and those swords would perish.
Right now, he could only use the sword intent of the Dragoncry Sword. However, several hundred years had passed. Was the sword intent of this sword still strong enough? He could only use the sword intent of the sword intent of the Dragoncry. However, the Peng of Dragoned Thousand years later, he, the Great Pen-Winged Great Saint.
This inexplicable intimacy caused his mind to fiercely shake, just like every time Zhexiu fell ill. His heartbeat instantly doubled, and the true essence in his meridians became countless times faster. The hand that gripped the hilt of his sword incessantly trembled, shaking more and more violently, to the point that his entire body began to tremble.
Even the snowy plain in his body began to tremble.
The thick snow that the snowy plain had once borne was the result of several hundred nights of bitter cultivation since he had fixed his Fated Star in the Orthodox Academy. It was the purest radiance of the stars. In the Grand Examination and the several dozen days of battle, it had been burned up several times. Now, only a shallow layer remained.
The shallow snow was easy to loosen. Following the tremor that came from outside his body, the snowflakes were shaken off the plains and thrown into the air. They met the light refracted by the spherical lake and began to burn with a boom. The fragments of star radiance and snow instantly burned into clear water, then into mist, and finally into the purest true essence. It filled his body, and then flowed along his dried-up or even broken meridians, advancing without stopping … To Chen Changsheng, this was an extremely painful process, but he did not let out a groan. He only stared at the Golden-winged Great Peng that was getting closer and closer to the mausoleum. He continued to persevere, letting the tremors continue to burn the snowy plain, and the true essence continue to invade his body.
At a certain moment, the strand of true essence finally arrived at his wrist. The tremor that came from his heart and the tremor of the sword hilt met, then fused into one. It became an indescribable battle intent!
The Dragoncry Sword was already damaged, and the sword intent was not as great as it was in the past, but the battle intent still existed!
With this proud and stubborn sword intent, Chen Changsheng held the Dragoncry Sword in his hand and pierced towards the Golden-winged Great Peng in the sky!
A clear and distant dragon cry that was difficult to understand resounded from the stone platform in front of the mausoleum's main entrance!
An extremely beautiful and bright sword glow, carrying with it a dragon's breath that was almost real, broke through the distance of several dozen li and arrived in the sky. It slashed towards the space between the two balls of divine fire that were the eyes of the Golden-winged Great Peng!
Nanke was there …
Compared to the sword glow of the Dragoncry Sword, she was so minuscule, just a little black dot. However, her expression did not change. She extended a finger towards the extremely bright sword glow.
Through the connection of the Soul Wood, she and the Golden-winged Great Peng were one. She was the Golden-winged Great Peng, possessing a strength and mental strength that was close to the Divine Domain.
She only needed a finger to block the sword glow of the Dragoncry Sword.
Looking from the plains and the mausoleum, an extremely strange black mass of Qi appeared between the eyes of the Golden-winged Great Peng.
The mass of Qi was at the tip of Nanke's finger. It was the result of two extremely powerful forces colliding.
In the next moment, the black mass of Qi instantly disappeared. Faintly, many tiny cracks appeared in the air, which represented that even the real space was showing signs of collapsing. At the same time, a huge sound resounded in the sky above the plains, like a clap of thunder.
The gale instantly descended from the sky to the ground, and then to a distance of a thousand li. The stubborn grass between the cliffs of the mausoleum was completely uprooted into the sky, blown to some unknown place. Even the moss on the cliffs at the bottom had been peeled off, and even the rock on the surface of the cliffs had become somewhat soft. The burning black sea in the plains gave birth to a huge tide. Under the eyes of the Golden-winged Great Peng that were like divine fire, at least several hundred low-ranked monsters were directly shaken to death. In the sword array in front of the mausoleum, there were also several dozen swords that were tottering.
Chen Changsheng did not hear the thunder in the sky, nor did he pay attention to these scenes. He stared at the Dragoncry Sword in his hand, because just a moment ago, the Dragoncry Sword had emitted an extremely soft sound.
It was the sound of breaking.
The Dragoncry Sword had broken. The upper half of the sword fell into the pool of water in front of him, giving off a soft clap.
In Chen Changsheng's ears, this soft clap was the sound of thunder.
A bolt of lightning exploded on the stone platform in front of the mausoleum's main entrance. Boom!
In the gale, Chen Changsheng's body flew back several dozen zhang, heavily falling on the stone door. Smoke and dust rose slightly.
His face was pale, and blood surged to his throat, but he swallowed it back down. He felt that all his bones had been broken, but he stood up again. This was because although the Dragoncry Sword was already broken, its battle intent was still there. Only …
Even with such a violent battle intent, even with the support of ten thousand swords, was he still not a match for the Golden-winged Great Peng?
Chen Changsheng looked at the broken sword, and noticed that the fracture was very neat and very smooth, but it did not seem new. Only then did he remember that when he held the Dragoncry Sword before, he could faintly see that there was an indistinct line on the blade of the Dragoncry Sword.
Only now did he understand that the line was a blade scar.
Countless years ago, Chen Xuanba had brought this sword to the Garden of Zhou and lost to Zhou Dufu's blade. Although he had died, he was not willing to fall. This sword was clearly broken, but he stubbornly refused to let his opponent see it. Only after countless years, when this proud sword once again faced an equally powerful opponent, was it finally unable to endure it.
He gripped the broken sword, and silently and slowly walked back to the edge of the stone platform, gazing at the gloomy sky.
He did not know why the Golden-winged Great Peng needed to merge with Nanke, but it had already proven its strength.
Nanke had already disappeared. She had truly become one with the Great Peng. The two divine flames were still pure and holy, but also berserk. They coldly stared at his tiny figure in the mausoleum, getting closer and closer.
The world changed color, and dark clouds roiled. Ten thousand bolts of lightning constantly lit up in the sky above the mausoleum like snakes.
The Dragoncry Sword was already broken, so which sword should he use? The Mountain Sea Sword or the temple sword? Or should he use ten thousand swords at the same time?
Just at this moment, he suddenly felt a warm flow appear between his right hand's thumb and forefinger.
He still had not put down the Dragoncry Sword. This warm flow came from the other half of the Dragoncry Sword. This was the sword intent of the Dragoncry Sword — this proud sword intent, with reluctance, left the blade of the Dragoncry Sword. In just an instant, the Dragoncry Sword that only had half of it left, but was still proud, stubborn, and incomparably bright, became dim and lightless, as if it had died.
The sword intent entered Chen Changsheng's body, then entered the dagger at his waist.
Although his heart of the sword had already reached perfection, he was limited by his cultivation, so his sword intent had never reached great success. As a result, he could only borrow the Mount Li sword intent from the Yellow Paper Umbrella in order to control the ten thousand swords and kill the monster tide. It was precisely because of this reason that his sword intent and dagger had never truly merged together. In other words, this seemingly ordinary dagger believed that his sword intent was not worthy of it.
Only now did the sword intent of the Dragoncry Sword arrive.
The dagger was still in the sheath, but it began to buzz.
Chen Changsheng understood the meaning of the Dragoncry Sword. This was the inheritance.
He was somewhat sentimental.
The Dragoncry Sword passed its sword intent to the dagger, then died, but the dagger came to life.
Right now, he could only hope that the Dragoncry Sword could use this method to extend his life, or in other words, his pride.
Then, he needed victory.
He lightly placed the other half of the Dragoncry Sword on the ground, stood up, grabbed the hilt of the dagger, and pulled it out.
With his action, a sun appeared in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.
This sun followed the body of the dagger and rose from the sheath, illuminating the gloomy mausoleum and grassland.
It was countless rays of golden light.
It was an incomparably bright sword.
An incomparably powerful Qi appeared with it, shocking all the living beings in the surroundings of the mausoleum.
There was silence.
The sword intent of the Dragoncry Sword and the dagger perfectly fused together, just like the feeling when Chen Changsheng held the dagger before. It was as if they were born together, but this was still not enough.
The soul of the sword still had not awoken.
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(In my original thoughts, I should have directly finished writing this part, but yesterday I said that there were a lot of things to do at home, and I don't know why it's so cold today. I suspect that it's a cold, so I'll have to trouble everyone to wait for another day. Tomorrow, I'll decide the victor, have a good time, and then leave.)
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