There was silence.
Xue He's left arm had been severed. From his abdomen to his shoulder was a pool of blood.
His face was pale. His right hand gripped the blade and rested it on Chen Changsheng's neck.
Chen Changsheng's head had not been chopped off.
Xue He's blade energy had been exhausted and could not continue forward.
At some point, an old umbrella had appeared between the blade and Chen Changsheng's neck.
A rather tired voice rang out, "You've lost."
The old umbrella was held in Su Li's hand. These words came from his mouth.
Xue He withdrew the blade in his hand and slowly and heavily retreated two steps. He looked at Su Li with a pale face and asked somewhat perplexedly, "This … is that Yellow Paper Umbrella?"
Then he looked at Chen Changsheng in front of the carriage. He looked at the youth covered in dust and confirmed that his head was still on his neck. The perplexed expression on his face grew even stronger and he muttered, "How can it be so sturdy?"
Previously, when he had risked his Blade Domain to chop down, he had condensed the cultivation of his entire life, the full power strike of a Star Condensation expert. Even if Su Li had exceeded everyone's expectations and still had the strength to fight, even if that Yellow Paper Umbrella could block all sharpness in the world, it could not stop the transmission of power. Logically speaking, Chen Changsheng's neck should have been severed no matter what, but now it seemed that he had not received any damage.
Xue He was very confused. Just what material was this youth's body made of? It was actually countless times more exaggerated than a perfect Purification.
Suddenly, the carriage collapsed, turning into countless fragments. The ground under the carriage also neatly sank down half a foot.
Su Li fell to the ground, coughing from the dust and incessantly waving his hands.
Chen Changsheng stood up with difficulty and held his sword horizontally in front of him, preparing to deal with Xue He's following attack. He was currently in great pain. His sea of consciousness trembled as if it could shatter at any moment. The world in front of him was a blur and he could faint at any moment. Fortunately, Su Li's gaze was very accurate, so he could see through his blade technique and easily point out the only flaw in his Blade Domain. If he said Xue He had lost, then Xue He had really lost.
Chen Chang Sheng's short sword had cut a deep wound on his armour. Although it wasn't able to break through his True Essence defence and pierce through his heart, the sword force of the One Sword Strike of Burning Heaven had already shattered all the meridians in the left half of his body. For a short period of time, Xue He no longer had the ability to fight. If he could leave alive, who knew how long it would take for him to recover to his original state.
Xue He held onto the place where his arm was continuously bleeding and looked at Chen Chang Sheng. His emotions were very complicated. He could never have imagined that he would actually lose to this youngster's sword.
Suddenly, he thought of a possibility. His expression changed slightly and he asked, "You are … … Chen Chang Sheng?"
Chen Chang Sheng had just walked on the edge of life and death and his mind was still in a daze. The power of Xue He's blade was still flooding his sea of consciousness and he couldn't clearly hear what Xue He was saying.
Xue He thought that Chen Chang Sheng had tacitly agreed and could not help but be stunned. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not say anything. He turned to Su Li and said, "I didn't think that Sir Su could still use your sword. I really brought disgrace on this trip."
Su Li raised his eyebrows slightly and said with some dissatisfaction, "This is just an umbrella, not a sword. If I use my sword and you can still stand, then it should be my turn to feel disgrace."
Xue He was silent for a while and realized that there was no doubt in his words. After a while, he sincerely asked for guidance, "Sir, could it be that my blade really can't compare to Wang Po?"
Of the thirty-eight Divine Generals of the continent, very few people used the blade, and none of them used the blade as well as Xue He. However, on this continent, there was still one expert who used the blade, and he was also considered to be the person with the strongest blade after Zhou Dufu. That person was Wang Po of Tianliang. When everyone mentioned Xue He, they would praise his blade technique as godly, but they would inevitably add that he was just not as good as Wang Po.
Xue He had come today to kill Su Li, but at the moment when his life was about to end, the matter that he could not let go of the most was not Su Li's life or death, nor was it his own life or death, but this matter.
He wanted to hear what Su Li had to say, so that he could leave with peace of mind, or perhaps convince himself.
"Of course you are not as good as Wang Po, whether it's the blade or the person." Su Li did not give this Divine General who was on the verge of death any comfort or gentleness, and said very directly.
Xue He was not angry. He seriously asked for guidance, "What's the reason?"
Su Li said, "Wang Po only uses one blade, and you use seven, so you are not as good as him."
Xue He seemed to understand something. He knew that if he could understand these words, he would definitely make great progress on the path of the blade. Just as he was feeling happy, he suddenly remembered that he was about to die, and could not help but laugh at himself.
Chen Changsheng had been somewhat distracted by that blade strike, and now he finally began to slowly wake up.
Su Li did not say anything, and Xue He also did not say anything. The scene was quiet.
He looked at Xue He, and then looked at Su Li. Somewhat perplexed, he asked, "Next … what do we do?"
Su Li looked at him like he was looking at an idiot and said, "What do we do? Of course it's to quickly kill him, and then continue on our way. "
Xue He looked at Chen Changsheng, and also felt very baffled. He thought to himself, what are you waiting for, young man?
"Ah? Senior, you want me to kill him? "Chen Changsheng was the one who felt the most baffled.
Su Li glared at him and said, "Don't tell me you want me to do it myself?"
Xue He said somewhat angrily, "Don't tell me you want me to do it myself?"
Chen Changsheng stared blankly and said, "Can't no one do it? Must I kill him? "
The scene once again returned to silence, and a fresh and clean wind blew through the green plains.
After a long period of silence, Su Li sighed with emotion, "I'm finding it more and more difficult to understand young people nowadays."
Xue He nodded his head in agreement.
Chen Changsheng looked at Xue He and said, "Sir Divine General, can you treat today's matter as if it never happened … En, what I mean is, can you not hold a grudge?"
Xue He suddenly felt that this youth was very pleasing to the eye. No wonder his elder brother had said in the letter that this youth was very pleasing to the eye. The more he looked, the more pleasing he became. He said, "You spared my life. I will remember your kindness."
Chen Changsheng looked at Su Li, using his eyes to express an inquiry.
Su Li was very annoyed. He said, "Since you're not going to do it, what are you standing there for? Let's go. "
Chen Changsheng sheathed the six broken swords that were scattered on the ground, then stuck his hand into his mouth and blew two whistles.
His technique was not good, so the whistle he blew out was rather dull and hoarse. It was not pleasant to hear, and it could not travel far. Fortunately, the two furry deer did not run far. Hearing the sound, they came over.
Chen Changsheng helped Su Li onto the back of one of the furry deer, and then rode onto the back of the other furry deer. Holding onto two ropes, they walked into the distance of the sorghum.
Seeing the two people and two deer gradually disappear into the green plains, Xue He was silent. It was unknown what he was thinking.
Su Li sat on the furry deer and said to Chen Changsheng, "I really admire you."
Chen Changsheng laughed somewhat embarrassedly and said, "Senior, you're too polite."
Su Li suppressed his anger and said, "I'm polite to your eighteen generations of ancestors, am I talking about this?"
Chen Changsheng asked in confusion, "Then what do you admire me for?"
Su Li said, "Are all the young people these days as stupid as you?"
Chen Changsheng said, "You mean … I didn't kill him? I think that if it was Gou Hanshi, he wouldn't have done it just now. "
Su Li sneered, "A woman's benevolence will never amount to anything great! If the future of humanity is people like you, then what future will there be? Sooner or later, humanity will be exterminated by the demons. "
Chen Changsheng thought it over, then said, "Isn't it precisely because I'm this kind of person that Senior is willing to teach me and want me to become the next Pope?"
Su Li was silent for a while, then said, "It seems … rather reasonable. But have you never thought that Xue He will leak out our whereabouts? And that he will take revenge on you in the future? "
Chen Changsheng said, "I've never thought about it carefully … if Senior is able to return to Mount Li alive, just who would dare to take revenge on me?"
Su Li said, "That assassin hiding in the sorghum might kill Xue He and then say that you killed him. Have you ever thought about this?"
Chen Changsheng turned to look at him and said in shock, "This … I really haven't thought about it."
Su Li looked into his bright and clear eyes and suddenly did not want to continue speaking. He sighed with emotion, "How could I hope that a guy like you can become the Pope?"
For some reason, Chen Changsheng felt rather apologetic. He comforted him, "Senior's vision should not be wrong."
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(The next chapter will be very, very late, possibly even later than yesterday.)
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