There was a muffled boom!
All the snowflakes on the bridge began to madly dance, surging forward along with the temple sword.
Countless snowflakes fell, and all Chen Changsheng could see was a vast expanse of white.
He could see nothing, only sense the terrifying power of that sword behind the mist of snow.
He felt like he had entered an illusion, that what he faced was not Xu Yourong's sword, but an avalanche.
The ice and snow that had accumulated on the southern cliff of Holy Maiden Peak for a thousand years suddenly collapsed, rumbling like thunder as it rushed toward him.
No matter how exquisite his sword style was, how could it pierce through this collapsed cliff?
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The two shores of the Luo River were very quiet.
The great ship was even more still.
Both Mao Qiuyu and Linghai Zhiwang were silent.
Tang Thirty-Six's hands were tightly clenched, but he still couldn't help but tremble.
Su Moyu's face was somewhat pale, his lips moving as he muttered something.
At some point, Zhexiu's eyes had turned somewhat red, and the hand that gripped his cane tightened.
All of this was because of the mist of snow on the Bridge of Helplessness and that sword behind the mist of snow.
Tang Thirty-Six and Su Moyu were well aware that they could not receive this sword. Unless they used their life-saving magical artifacts, they would either be heavily injured, or … and this was Xu Yourong's first sword in its truest sense, which also meant that they could not even receive a single sword from her.
This fact was somewhat difficult for them to accept, but they had to accept it.
Zhexiu was different from what they thought, but he had to admit the terror of Xu Yourong's sword.
Her innate bloodline was truly too powerful.
Besides Qiushan Jun's True Dragon bloodline and Luoluo's White Emperor bloodline, who else in the world could contend against her?
Even those peak Star Condensation experts standing at the bow of the ship, only a step away from the Divine Domain, could not help but admire Xu Yourong's talent. It was said that cultivating the Dao was a gift bestowed by the starry sky to intelligent beings, so wasn't Xu Yourong this gift itself?
But interestingly, even at this moment, even when they saw Xu Yourong's powerful sword like an avalanche, no one was worried about Chen Changsheng.
Whether it was Tang Thirty-Six, the people of the Orthodox Academy, or anyone else.
Yes, Chen Changsheng's innate bloodline might have been very ordinary, but from Xunyang City to the capital, the many initial level Star Condensation experts that had fallen to his sword had long since proved that he was no ordinary upper level Ethereal Opening expert.
Xu Yourong's sword momentum was like the collapse of a cliff, like the avalanche of snow.
Most terrifying of all was still her temple sword that had arrived with the snowstorm.
Just like how no matter how fast his sword was, it couldn't be faster than Xu Yourong. No matter how strong Xu Yourong's sword was, it couldn't directly break through him.
He calmed his mind, held the sword horizontally in front of him, and raised it to his eyebrows.
His movements were very natural, just like how he had raised his sword thirty thousand times in the past six months.
The horizontal stroke of the sword was a single character.
The cliff was firm, the iron chain reappeared, and the dam was firm forever.
This was the Stupid Sword that not even Su Li had been able to learn.
The avalanche came. The wind was mournful, and the snowflakes were like arrows.
The temple sword, accompanied by wind and snow, heavily struck the Stainless Sword.
This time, when the two swords met, there wasn't a crisp sword cry, but a loud bang.
It was as if the gods in the sky were holding an iron hammer and smashing it heavily on an iron chopping board!
All the snow on the bridge was blown into the air.
The Luo River beneath the bridge rose and fell with it.
The temple sword slashed down!
An unimaginably majestic energy fell upon the body of the Stainless Sword.
The avalanche of ten-thousand-year-old snow broke through the seemingly sturdy cliff and rushed into the great river, where it began to incessantly batter against the iron chains and the dam!
With an ear-piercing noise, the Stainless Sword slightly bent!
The Stupid Sword that Chen Changsheng had never broken through ever since he had mastered it actually showed signs of crumbling!
He had long since been prepared for this. At some point, his left hand had gripped the Vault Sheath, and with a clang, the sheath wrapped around the edge of the Stainless Sword.
His left hand gripped the sheath, his right hand gripped the hilt, and he held it horizontally in front of him to receive it!
The rumbling continued without end.
The torrential rain pounded without end.
Clackclackclack!
The sound of something hard shattering resounded through the snowstorm.
In the snowstorm, one could see Chen Changsheng's figure constantly retreating!
The snowstorm gradually subsided, the Luo River calmed, and the Bridge of Helplessness became clear once more.
Xu Yourong gripped the temple sword and calmly gazed across from her, still saying nothing.
On the hard surface of the Bridge of Helplessness were two distinct ravines.
Chen Changsheng stood at the end of these two ravines, his feet sunk in, a pile of gravel piled up behind him.
His shoes and pants had been completely shredded, making him look rather wretched.
He suddenly began to cough, coughing uncomfortably.
It was just one strike.
He had suffered internal injuries.
The crowd on the two shores of the Luo River could not clearly see what was happening on the bridge. They could only see the sudden explosion of the snowstorm and the dust that followed, and countless cries of alarm.
The great ship was still quiet.
Not even Linghai Zhiwang and the others mocked or ridiculed Chen Changsheng, because no matter how wretched he was, whether he was injured or not, he had still received this strike.
This was enough.
These experts could clearly see that not even an ordinary initial level Star Condensation cultivator would be able to receive Xu Yourong's great avalanche.
This was the terrifying aspect of an innate bloodline. Even if one's cultivation was lower, they could still rely on the quantity of true essence and the strength of their spiritual sense to crush them.
Chen Changsheng gazed at Xu Yourong, his gaze falling upon that white gauze. As expected, he still could not see through it.
He could not see through her. He knew that Xu Yourong was very strong, but he had not imagined that this young girl, who gave off an elegant and refined feeling, would be powerful to this extent. She had even surpassed the boundaries of tyranny, faintly possessing the aura of a king. Was the Phoenix truly a natural king?
He had experienced their battle in the Plains of the Unsetting Sun and the conversation of cultivators in the snowy temple. He had once believed that someone like Lady Chujian was already the most talented of cultivators, and that Xu Yourong would at most be on par with her. But now it seemed that she was even stronger than Lady Chujian.
Xu Yourong slowly walked through the snowstorm, her right hand casually holding the temple sword. She was like a fairy descending from the clouds. It was very difficult to associate her with that terrifying avalanche strike from before.
The calmer and more indifferent she was, the easier it was for others to feel that she was undefeatable.
How could he defeat such a powerful opponent?
Chen Changsheng had pondered this question for many days, prepared for seven whole days.
There was a light clack on the Bridge of Helplessness.
The Stainless Sword was inserted into the sheath. It was not being sheathed, but rather that the hilt and sheath were connected, so it naturally could not hide its edge. On the contrary, the blade suddenly elongated, revealing its edge.
When he was facing Zhu Luo in Xunyang City, he had done this as a form of respect to his favorite Senior Yu Ren and Wang Po, and also as a form of respect to her in the snowstorm.
A sword intent appeared on the Bridge of Helplessness, in the snowstorm.
The appearance of this sword intent was very sudden, but there was nothing strange about it. On the contrary, it seemed especially open and aboveboard, as it should be, giving off an upright and upright feeling.
This sword intent was very straight, very direct.
This sword intent was very hot, very fervent.
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(I will do my best to write a bit more tonight, but the update will truly be very late into the night. Everyone, there is no need to wait.)
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