There had been no opening remarks, no conversation, no foreshadowing, no sudden rush of wind and snow.
This battle that everyone had focused their attention on had begun in such an ordinary and unremarkable manner.
The speed at which Xu Yourong drew her sword was very slow, as if it had been broken down into countless motions and then reassembled.
As the temple sword was unsheathed, the blade imbued with true essence constantly collided with the scabbard, giving off countless cries of swords. When they came together, it was a long and archaic sword cry.
The sword had not yet been completely unsheathed, but it had already been unsheathed.
Her sword was the sword cry on the Bridge of Helplessness.
The sword cry entered Chen Changsheng's ears and entered his sea of consciousness. He could not see it, but he could clearly feel it.
The people on the two shores of the Luo River could hear this sword cry that was like a wave. A few students of low cultivation on the ship were affected by this sword cry and instantly paled.
"The Southern Sea Sword Cry." Linghai Zhiwang looked at Xu Yourong on the Bridge of Helplessness and said, "Myriad waves rise with the sword. The Holy Maiden cultivated in the Southern Sea last year and truly did comprehend something."
Mao Qiuyu said nothing, only slightly creased his brow.
The sword cry drifting over the Bridge of Helplessness caused Tang Thirty-Six and Zhexiu's expressions to subtly change. Xu Yourong had not even truly drawn her sword, but she already had such momentum. Could Chen Changsheng deal with her?
Mo Yu slightly arched her brows. Very few people knew that Xu You Rong was most skilled in archery, but she knew, so from the beginning until now, she still did not understand why Xu You Rong did not use the Tong Palace, but instead used the temple sword. Was it because she looked down on Chen Chang Sheng?
Suddenly, she thought of a possibility: Xu Yourong wanted to defeat Chen Changsheng in the path of the sword that he was most skilled in? Directly shattering his ideals of cultivation, directly shattering his chances of becoming Pope?
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The sword cry resounded over the Bridge of Helplessness. The snowflakes descending from the sky were unaffected, but Chen Changsheng was different. Because of this sword cry, his sea of consciousness seemed to be stirred up by a furious storm, massive waves surging to the heavens. His spiritual sense became extremely unstable, even showing faint signs of collapse.
Just the act of unsheathing the sword contained such power?
In the information that Chen Chang Sheng had looked up, there wasn't any mention of Xu You Rong's most proficient battle style, but in the recorded battles, she had displayed the four words, "Myriad Technique Mastery".
Only now did he confirm that Xu Yourong's cultivation on the path of the sword was actually so profound. Although her cultivation level was still far below that of a grandmaster like Su Li, in terms of comprehension of the principles of the world, she was not the least bit inferior.
This sword hum contained the truth of the world. It was a storm that came from the South Sea.
Chen Chang Sheng looked at her sword, mobilized his divine sense, and forcibly suppressed the storm in his sea of consciousness.
In reality, the speed at which Xu Yourong drew the sword wasn't slow, but because it was too clear, the scene seemed a little slow.
The process of the temple sword leaving its sheath seemed like a very long journey.
Finally, the temple sword reached the end of its journey.
The winds and waves of the Luo River grew even more violent.
Chen Chang Sheng's sea of consciousness was being assaulted by this sword cry and was on the verge of becoming unstable.
At this moment, Chen Changsheng appeared.
Clang!
The Bridge of Helplessness instantly fell silent.
The Stainless Sword left its sheath and stabbed at a snowflake in the sky.
This sword was not a real attack, but a slash through the air. Even the snowflake that the tip of the sword pointed at was not affected in the slightest, continuing to slowly drift down to the bridge.
But the sound of the sword rang out.
If Xu Yourong's drawing of the sword was said to be a very slow process, then Chen Changsheng's drawing of the sword was extremely fast.
The temple sword had calmly traversed tens of thousands of li, but his sword had gone directly from the ground to the sky.
The silver bottle suddenly broke.
A crisp hum.
This crisp sword hum suddenly appeared and then entered the sword hum of the temple sword.
The distant and indifferent sword hum, yet containing the might of countless storms, paused for a moment because of this.
The moment the temple sword left its sheath, the sword hum rang out once more, even brighter than before.
Chen Changsheng drew back his sword and lightly waved it at his side, brushing away the snowflake that was about to fall to the ground like a flick of his sleeve.
Another illusory sword returned from the sky to the shore, smashing apart the waves.
The wind entered the mountain aperture.
The wind howled.
Two sword cries rang out, and the sword hum came to an end.
The Bridge of Helplessness became quiet once more.
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Mao Qiuyu, Linghai Zhiwang, and the others looked at the bridge a li away, at the young man and young woman on the bridge, their emotions rather complex.
This battle had only just begun. Chen Chang Sheng and Xu You Rong had only unsheathed their swords, yet the mysteries and dangers hidden within were no less than a battle between two cultivators at the initial stage of Star Condensation.
The people on the great ship asked themselves, if they were the ones in the past, would they have been their match? The final conclusion made them sigh with sorrow. Perhaps, while Xu Yourong was drawing her sword, they would have been defeated. As for those who practiced the way of the sword, when they saw the previous scene, they were even more agitated and felt an endless sense of defeat. They thought to themselves, compared to Xu You Rong and Chen Chang Sheng, could their swords even be called swords?
"What sort of sword is this?" someone in the crowd asked.
No one answered this question.
Mao Qiuyu sighed, "Chen Changsheng's response is truly a genius."
People like them could naturally see that Chen Changsheng was using South Stream Temple's Descent of Heavenly Music.
This sword style called Descent of Heavenly Music was actually a sword dance from Holy Maiden Peak's Southern Sacrifice to the Starry Sky. It did not have any real power and was rarely used in battle.
But Chen Changsheng's use of it at this moment was the perfect choice.
Because this sword style and Xu Yourong's South Sea Sword Cry came from the same source, and it was also the most capable of calming the mind of the user.
As the Descent of Heavenly Music, the cries of the sword became rhythmic, clashing with Xu Yourong's South Sea Sword Cry. Even the greatest storm would naturally calm.
Daoist Siyuan sneered, "Everyone knows that using the Descent of Heavenly Music to dissolve the South Sea Sword Cry is the best choice. I really don't know what sort of genius this is."
Mao Qiuyu calmly replied, "The problem is that not everyone can learn South Stream Temple's sword style, and if they had the chance to learn it, who would want to learn this sword dance from Sacrifice to the Starry Sky?"
Daoist Siyuan said nothing more.
As one of the Six Prefects of the Orthodoxy, he had an understanding of many of South Stream Temple's sword styles, and he had also learned two extremely powerful sword techniques, but not even he knew the Descent of Heavenly Music.
Just like what Su Li and Chen Changsheng had discussed in the wilderness, learning a sword style had never been an easy task. It was not as if you could see the sword moves used by your opponent and then memorize them. Even if you learned the opponent's sword style, you needed to have a corresponding method of circulating true essence to coordinate with these sword moves. Only when the two fused into one could you be considered to have learned the sword style.
Chen Changsheng did not have the method of circulating true essence for the sword styles of South Stream Temple, but he had other methods. From teaching Luoluo last year to saving Xuanyuan Po and Zhexiu, through his understanding of the demi-humans and demi-humans, coupled with his own reflections over the past few years, his alternative method was already extremely mature. Even Su Li was somewhat astonished.
Through this alternative method, the sword styles he used would definitely have their power greatly weakened, but in terms of sword intent, they would be almost completely duplicated.
The Descent of Heavenly Music he used before had originally been derived from sword intent.
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One sword cry, two sword cries.
The wind and snow on the Bridge of Helplessness remained the same.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong quietly stood on either side of the bridge.
It was as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had changed.
In reality, the change had already taken place. They both gripped their respective swords.
Gripping a sword naturally meant attacking. Amidst the drifting snowflakes, Chen Changsheng's figure suddenly vanished. In the next moment, he appeared in front of Xu Yourong, already extremely close.
A faint cry of alarm came from the distant ship.
When facing a powerful opponent like Xu Yourong, any sort of foreshadowing or scheming was meaningless. He could only completely display what he was most skilled at and then see if he could defeat his opponent.
So he did not hesitate to use the Yeshi Step, and then he used the Heavenly Dao Academy's Sword of Hithering Light.
This was the fastest of all the sword styles he knew.
Just like how the Yeshi Step was the fastest.
Xu You Rong's first sword was a profound and mysterious one.
His first sword didn't ask for anything else but speed.
There was a crackling sound.
The air on the Bridge of Helplessness seemed to be pierced.
A bright sword glow illuminated the falling snow and the gloomy sky. It also illuminated the white gauze hanging from the edge of Xu Yourong's hat.
The edge of the sword stabbed towards Xu Yourong's left shoulder.
Another cry of alarm came from the distant ship.
Chen Changsheng's sword was incomparably swift. The edge of the sword pierced through the air, even faster than sound.
And yet … it was not faster than Xu Yourong's sword.
At some point, the temple sword had already appeared in the snowy sky, accurately and calmly striking the Stainless Sword.
There was a clang of the sword!
Worthy of the bloodline of the True Phoenix, possessing unimaginable strength, naturally possessing unimaginable speed. No matter how fast the Heavenly Dao Academy's Sword of Hithering Light was, how could it be faster than a Phoenix with a wingspan of ten thousand li?
What made Chen Changsheng even more shocked was that when the two swords clashed, he realized that Xu Yourong had used the flat of the sword!
The flat of the sword faced the wind. Of course, it was not as fast as the edge of the sword piercing through the air, but her sword had arrived first.
If Xu Yourong did not block this sword and directly competed with him in speed, would he have been able to pull back his sword in time?
This was something that had not happened, so he did not know. Moreover, in the circumstances at the time, he simply did not have the time to think about these things.
The Stainless Sword and the temple sword met. The surrounding snowflakes seemed to be swept up by turbulence in the air, madly scattering.
The two swords parted.
The Qi on the Bridge of Helplessness suddenly changed.
This was because Xu Yourong's Qi had changed.
She, who had been quietly standing there all this time, suddenly seemed to become tall and big.
She did not truly become tall and big, but a kind of Qi.
A Qi like that of a god overlooking the common people appeared on her body.
Her sword slashed towards Chen Changsheng!
It was different from the imaginations of ordinary people towards the Holy Maiden, different from the impression the populace of the capital had of her.
This sword did not give off an ethereal and otherworldly feeling.
It also did not give off an indistinct and mysterious feeling.
Xu Yourong's sword was extremely simple.
Because it was simple, it showed off its edge!
Her two hands gripped the hilt of the temple sword and raised it above her head, level with the space between her eyebrows, as if praying to the heavens.
In the next moment, the temple sword pierced through the air, piercing through the space between her eyebrows. Carrying with it all her spirit and spirit, it advanced courageously!
A seemingly limitless amount of True Essence, an indestructible divine sense, along with an incomparably berserk sword energy, slashed towards Chen Changsheng's head!
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(Yesterday, reader Hai He Jun came over and said that the monthly votes were ranked first. I was very shocked. To tell the truth, I did not expect it, because it has already been half a year since I thought about this sort of thing. In the end, when I saw it, it was actually true. I thank everyone very much for your votes, and I am overjoyed from the bottom of my heart. But please understand, everyone, I have returned to my home in Hubei this month to take care of business. Time is truly pressing, so there is no way for me to update too much. Once again, I express my thanks to everyone. I will strive to write this paragraph better. See you tomorrow.)
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