Liang Hongzhuang had rushed over thousands of li to find Su Li for revenge. He had said very clearly that this was the death of his father. Since this was the case, this battle would not be decided by victory or defeat, but by life or death.
Before a battle of life and death, he asked his opponent to be lenient, and in such a sincere and sincere manner that it was not just words, but a request from the heart. Chen Changsheng's words were truly surprising. Liang Hongzhuang did not know how to respond, so he shook his head. However, what happened next was not surprising at all, because there was no such thing as leniency.
The red dancing dress fluttered in the blue barren mountain, and the dust and earth within several hundred li were all shaken into the sky. Liang Hongzhuang floated over, like a real ball of fire, about to start a prairie fire.
It was hard to find anything in the world that could spread faster and more violently than fire. Could this young man see through his domain? I was so fast that I couldn't even see clearly, so how could you see through it?
Logically speaking, with Liang Hongzhuang's cultivation and reputation in the north, he should not have needed to use this kind of method against an Ethereal Opening cultivator. However, Chen Changsheng was not a normal Ethereal Opening cultivator, and in order to kill Su Li, Liang Hongzhuang was even willing to endure humiliation. Of course, he did not care about being a little more cautious, even if it was a completely unnecessary caution.
For a Star Condensation cultivator to be so cautious when facing an opponent clearly weaker than himself was a very frightening thing. Seeing the red dancing dress that burned the barren mountain like a flame, Su Li's sword-like eyebrows rose again, but his expression became a little more indifferent. This indifference was indifference, indifference to life, indifference to the end — he could already see the end of this battle. Chen Changsheng had previously injured Liang Hongzhuang's earlobe with his sword, but he had no way of dealing with the current situation.
Several hundred years ago, when he last left the Garden of Zhou, he was already at the peak of Ethereal Opening. Even at that time, when facing the current Liang Hongzhuang, he could not think of a better way to deal with him other than exchanging a kill for a kill. What could Chen Changsheng do?
Chen Changsheng did not know what to do. No matter how high his comprehension was, no matter how diligent he was in cultivation, the difference in cultivation levels still existed. Moreover, in terms of battle, Liang Hongzhuang's experience was far greater than his, and … it came too quickly.
It was very difficult for anything to be more violent and faster than an encroaching fire. His Ethereal Opening Realm cultivation simply had no way of keeping up with Liang Hongzhuang's speed, but he had two things that were faster than Liang Hongzhuang — the Yeshi Step and the speed of thought.
— — With a single movement of his divine sense, he could cross thousands of mountains and rivers.
He looked at the dancing costumes that covered the mountains and plains like fire, thinking hard.
The old events of the previous dynasty recorded in the Daoist Canons, the characteristics of Liang Wangsun's method of rampaging through the north, Liang Hongzhuang's callous gaze, his terrifying red sleeves, his explosively rising Qi, his boundless true essence, the angle at which a blade of grass would bend after being stepped on, and countless numbers or descriptions appeared in his sea of consciousness. Then, they constantly combined and matched with each other, forming an extremely complex star chart.
His Intellectual Sword had yet to form. Even if he was given another three days and three nights, he would not be able to calculate the weak points of Liang Hongzhuang's Star Domain, nor would he be able to clearly see the connections within this star atlas. And after a while, Liang Hongzhuang's dancing clothes would burn him to ashes.
He could only guess, no, guess.
Su Li had said that guessing and guessing were different. Guessing was a blind guess, but when guessing, one had to keep one's eyes open, look at the world, look at the starry sky, have a basis, and then listen to one's intuition, or the feeling in one's heart.
He made his own guess, and then took the initiative to move.
There was wind in the barren mountain, all coming from Liang Hongzhuang's dancing clothes, but the area around Chen Changsheng was very quiet, strange and terrifying. Suddenly, he disappeared from his original position. In the next moment, he was in front of Liang Hongzhuang.
He used a simplified version of the Yeshi Step.
An extremely bright and beautiful sword glow lit up the barren mountain, accompanied by a low chant. Carrying with it a solemn and terrifying pressure that seemed to originate from ancient times, it pierced into the flames that covered the mountains and plains.
He used the new generation of the Dragoncry Sword.
Compared to the powerful domain of Liang Hongzhuang's dancing clothes, his sword intent was not powerful, but it was especially awe-inspiring.
The sword glow suddenly illuminated the mountains and plains, like a bolt of lightning.
The dagger moved at an unimaginable angle, straight and abruptly turning, bypassing the flames that filled the sky and arriving in front of Liang Hongzhuang.
A clear howl that was filled with anger and shock resounded through the mountains and plains.
Liang Hong Zhuang hastily retreated. Even though he was in mid-air, one could clearly see that a clear sword mark had appeared on his left shoulder. Fresh blood seeped out from that sword mark; Chen Chang Sheng's sword had actually once again pierced him!
The intensity of the fire didn't decrease, instead, it increased exponentially. Liang Hong Zhuang was enraged to the extreme, a red dancing robe descended from the sky, enveloping Chen Chang Sheng within. At this moment, another brilliant sword flash appeared!
The sword chimes continued to resound throughout the mountains and plains, but it was not hurried, one after another, even a little slow, and the sword intent was not very strong. Yet, the dancing clothes that were like fire, were unable to descend, unable to envelop Chen Changsheng.
… …
… …
Time, was advancing between the sword glow and the dance of fire.
After an unknown amount of time, a terrifying tearing sound suddenly resounded through the barren mountain.
The flames that covered the mountains and plains suddenly disappeared without a trace, the sword glow also did not continue to light up.
The two figures separated, facing each other in the mountains and plains, separated by a distance of several tens of feet, a light mountain breeze brushing past between them.
Chen Changsheng's face was very pale, the hand that held the sword couldn't stop trembling.
Liang Hongzhuang's face was even paler, his entire body covered in blood, and his dancing clothes had already been completely shredded.
Chen Changsheng had struck out seven times, but not once had he missed.
At this point in the battle, victory and defeat had already been decided.
The remnants of makeup and drops of blood were especially clear on Liang Hongzhuang's pale face. Fresh blood constantly dripped from his tattered dancing clothes. He stared at Chen Changsheng, his eyes wide open, as if he could not understand, just what had happened.
Chen Changsheng was somewhat at a loss. Even at this moment, he still did not really understand just what had happened.
Su Li looked at Chen Changsheng, his emotions somewhat complex. A youth at Ethereal Opening against a famous person at Star Condensation, it ended with the former's victory — in the history of the cultivation world, a rarely seen surpassing cultivation levels to kill, had just happened before his eyes.
In the past, he had accomplished surpassing cultivation levels several times. He believed that Qiu Shan, who had learned the sword from him for a month, could also do it when he was at the upper level of Ethereal Opening. However, the fact that Chen Changsheng could accomplish such a thing, as well as the method he used, still made him very shocked.
This battle was so ordinary and mediocre.
Su Li understood that it was only because it was ordinary and mediocre that it was even more soul-stirring.
Chen Changsheng had not relied on his innate talent or bloodline, not on the Heavenly Way of the Sword, not on the gift of the heavens and the starry sky, but on his own hard work and comprehension. This was not a genius, but it was far more powerful than a genius.
In the long river of time, in the vast continent, had such a person ever appeared before?
Su Li looked at Chen Changsheng, silently thinking about this question. His fingers lightly tapped the Yellow Paper Umbrella.
Until the end, he had only tapped it six times.
… …
… …
(Yesterday, I ran around for an entire day. Not to mention being tired, the old problem with my waist came up again. All sorts of laziness and squeamishness. I really want to rest for another day. In the end, when I looked at the calendar, I discovered that today is 213 … Ah, to me who has written Jiang Ye for almost three years, this really is an extremely important day. No matter what, I have to write some of it. As a result, there's this chapter. Seven swords, six umbrellas, exactly thirteen! Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, I will definitely … update. I won't give little kids the chance to make mistakes and spend more money!)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
