As expected of the third-ranked assassin in the world, Liu Qing's movement technique was abnormally strange. Just as Chen Changsheng said those words, he transformed into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the heavy curtain of rain. When he reappeared, he was already extremely close to the buckskin horse that was silently lowering its head in the rain, yet … his sword still pierced into Chen Changsheng's body once more.
Su Li had taught Chen Changsheng three swords, and he had used them all at this moment. He was becoming more and more proficient with them, and that ruthless intent of sharing life and death with him was becoming more and more unyielding. He had even begun to enter a realm where he could use them as he pleased. No one knew how many times Chen Changsheng's true essence could support him in using the last move of the Mount Li Sword Style, but in short, he had persisted until now.
Blood shot out from Chen Changsheng's ribs and was quickly washed away by the torrential rain. His face was pale and his expression somewhat wooden, as if he could no longer feel pain. However, his spiritual sense was still rapidly circulating, calculating the next move of this terrifying assassin. At the same time, he also had to pay attention to the battle between Wang Po and Zhu Luo on the other side of the street.
This was the requirement of the Intellectual Sword. The weather, the terrain, the environment, everything could be calculated — Chen Changsheng looked at the assassin's ordinary and unremarkable appearance and always felt that there was a problem with his calculations. He did not understand why his blood had suddenly become tasteless, and he certainly did not understand why his opponent's sword was not as terrifying as he had imagined.
A body that had been soaked in dragon blood was far stronger than a body that had undergone perfect Purification. For Liu Qing's sword to be able to so easily break through his defense was already extremely powerful, but according to Chen Changsheng's calculations, Liu Qing's sword should have been even more terrifying. He had already endured seven swords, yet he was still standing in the rain and had not fallen. Why was this?
Seven swords were only for an instant. Even the rainwater only had time to accumulate a little at the base of the broken wall. Whether it was the spectators in the distance or the people hidden in other parts of Xunyang City, none of them had time to react. The torrential rain washed the long street. In the gloom, only the figures of five people and one horse could be seen.
Wang Po stood in the rain, his metal blade chopping out countless cracks in space to resist the boundless light that spilled over from the other end of the rain. The edges of the cracks had already become extremely bright, illuminating his body. These lights were all Zhu Luo's sword lights. They looked gentle like the moonlight, but there was nowhere for them to hide. Every sword light that landed on Wang Po's body would leave a straight cut, and fresh blood would flow out.
He had already become a man of blood, and no matter how heavy the rain was, it could not wash it away.
There was no other sound in the alley except for the sound of the rain. The torrential rain was thunderous. It was very lively, but the people in the field felt that it was a deathly stillness.
Liang Wangsun, Liang Hongzhuang, and those people who wanted to kill Su Li at any cost, silently waited for the moment Chen Changsheng fell. Xue He and Hua Jiefu, who represented the two great powers of the Great Zhou Imperial Court and the Orthodoxy, also maintained their silence. The many priests and soldiers hidden within and outside Xunyang City also maintained their silence.
Because of Wang Po's silence and persistence, because of Chen Changsheng's resolve — everyone knew that it was the Saints who wanted Su Li dead. Even Zhu Luo was only carrying out the will of the Saints. Wang Po and Chen Changsheng could be considered the strongest experts of their respective ages, but compared to the Saints, they were still mortals. Their current opponents were all experts whose strength far surpassed theirs, but they had relied on their willpower and indescribable power to persist until now. Seeing these two figures in the rain, who could not be moved?
Wang Po was an important figure of Scholartree Manor and Chen Changsheng was the successor to the Orthodoxy. They had no friendship with Mount Li, and they should have even been opponents, but for the sake of Su Li's survival, they had fought with the will of the Saints until now. Why did they do this? Wang Po and Chen Changsheng did not like Su Li's personality. In normal times, they probably would not have risked their lives for Su Li, but now was not the time. Su Li should not have been heavily injured for the sake of the human world and the demons, only to be killed by the human world.
This was betrayal, a very shameless action.
In this matter, Wang Po and Chen Changsheng firmly believed that they were right and the Saints were wrong.
Then, in this matter, their choice was sacred and inviolable.
The principle was this simple, but to carry it out was extremely difficult.
Su Li sat on his horse, looking at Chen Changsheng in front of him and Wang Po in the distant rainy street. He did not say anything, the carefree mood on his face having disappeared long ago.
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Before Wang Po and Chen Changsheng fell, Su Li would not die. This was the conclusion that the people of Xunyang City had come to. Wang Po's death would assuredly shake the south and have an enormous effect, but if it was to kill Su Li, this price seemed acceptable. But the problem was that no one wanted Chen Changsheng to die.
Chen Changsheng was the Principal of the Orthodox Academy, the successor to the Orthodoxy. The Pope wanted Su Li to die, but he definitely did not want Chen Changsheng to die. However, the Pope in the distant Li Palace would probably never have imagined that Chen Changsheng would actually offer up his life for the Li Palace's strongest opponent.
From Xue He to Liang Hongzhuang, from Xiao Zhang to Liang Wangsun, from the military stronghold to Xunyang City, Chen Changsheng had fought all the way. Although he had seen life and death several times, he had never faced the absolute threat of death precisely because of this factor. But now it was different. Liu Qing was an assassin. Although he also did not want Chen Changsheng to die at his hands, he had been paid. Killing Su Li was his mission. Just like all the people who valued money, like Zhexiu, these people all placed great importance on completing their missions. This point was even higher than their own lives, and naturally it was also higher than the lives of others. In the first seven strikes, Liu Qing had tried not to kill Chen Changsheng, but he realized that if he did not kill Chen Changsheng, he truly had no way of killing Su Li, so … he would just kill.
Liu Qing expressionlessly stared at Chen Changsheng and once again thrust his sword out. But this time, his sword was not thrust at Su Li, but directly at Chen Changsheng. An upper level Star Condensation assassin was very rare, and the sure-kill strike of this sort of assassin was terrifying. Before Chen Changsheng could even endure it, he felt a smear of night assaulting his face, as if it wanted to obliterate all light.
Chen Changsheng knew that he was about to die. He had lived day and night with the shadow of death for several years, so he was most sensitive to death. But at this moment, he did not care much, or perhaps it was better to say that he did not have the time to care.
No one could change this matter. The still heavily injured Su Li could not, nor could the already bloodied Wang Po, bitterly enduring in the torrential rain. Hua Jiefu and the priests naturally wanted to stop Liu Qing's strike, but they only had time to cry out in alarm.
Right now, there was only one person in Xunyang City that could stop Chen Changsheng's death: Zhu Luo.
He was a legend that had stepped into the Divine Domain. Although his sword glow had been blocked by Wang Po on the other side of the street, as long as he was willing to pay a sufficient price, he could still think of a way to get to the other end of the street.
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the rain clouds in the sky and a bright light suddenly appeared. A demon moon seemed to appear in the rain on the street. It seemed illusory, but it also seemed real.
The metal blade was incomparably stable in the rain. Zhu Luo was still on the other side, but a middle-aged man with long hair draped over his shoulders suddenly appeared in front of Su Li. It was a mystical existence that was almost like a clone.
Moon in the Water was a kind of movement technique. It could even be considered a kind of divine technique.
At the most crucial moment, one of the strongest experts of the continent had finally used his most powerful technique.
He grabbed Chen Changsheng and threw him to the side of the street, leaving Su Li to Liu Qing.
It had been such a simple appearance, such a simple toss, such a simple pass.
Zhu Luo had solved all the problems.
He would let Chen Changsheng live.
He would let Su Li die.
Moreover, the one who had killed Su Li was an assassin. It had nothing to do with him.
Even if he was Zhu Luo, having his hands stained with the blood of the Junior Martial Uncle of Mount Li was still troublesome.
As expected of the Storms of the Eight Directions.
The storm enveloped Xunyang.
As it turned out, from start to finish, the entire situation had been under his control.
Chen Changsheng simply had no ability to avoid Zhu Luo's hand.
He watched as Liu Qing's sword swept past his body, stabbing at Su Li.
He knew that there was nothing he could do.
He was somewhat despairing, and then exhausted.
But just at this moment, he suddenly realized that someone was laughing.
No, to be more precise, two people were laughing.
The first to laugh was Liu Qing, his laughter somewhat strange.
The next to laugh was Su Li. His laughter was somewhat sorrowful, his emotions complex.
Why were the two laughing? Just who was in control of the situation?
When Liu Qing's sword did not stab into Su Li's body, but into Zhu Luo's phantom …
Everything was finally answered.
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(It is inconvenient to continue using the name of the previous chapter, so it was changed to this.)
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