Zhexiu gazed at the mist and snow on the bridge, the light in the snow, and said, "It truly is so."
And no one refuted his words. If Chen Changsheng's cultivation in the path of the sword was enough to make everyone sigh with emotion, then Xu Yourong's level of cultivation left them speechless. Just like Tang Thirty-Six had said to Chen Changsheng in the Plum Garden Inn, she had always left others speechless.
From the start of the battle until now, Xu Yourong had always calmly controlled the situation on the Bridge of Helplessness. Chen Changsheng's sword seemed powerful, but in the end, he was only passively breaking through. If Chen Changsheng was already inconceivably powerful, then just how powerful was Xu Yourong, who was still as calm as ever?
Sword intent assailed the stone bridge, sword energy crushed the array, snow and rain flew together, light and flowing water confronted each other.
The crowd on the two shores of the Luo River could only see the beautiful scene of rain and snow and the faintly discernible and mythical battle. They could not understand the meaning behind it and constantly cheered and cried out in alarm, but the people on the great ship grew quieter and quieter, especially the important figures at the bow of the ship.
Because they saw perfection.
The stone bridge was between heaven and earth, the light traversed between heaven and earth, and all the sword styles between heaven and earth seemed to appear on the stone bridge.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong could not be considered top-class experts in the current world. Even on the great ship, there were at least ten people who could easily defeat them. However, the comprehension ability and cultivation in the path of the sword they had displayed in this battle could be said to be almost perfect. This also meant that they possessed unimaginable potential. As long as no major accidents occurred, they would inevitably surpass each and every one of the people at the bow of the ship. The youngest Holy Maiden of the south and the future Pope were truly extraordinary.
At some point, Xue He had already walked to the very front of the bow of the ship. As he gazed at the battle on the bridge, his emotions grew more and more complex. The hand that had been stroking his severed arm had long since fallen, gripping the nonexistent hilt of his blade in the snowy air as if he wanted to participate in this battle. Suddenly, his expression somewhat changed, because he could faintly sense a very familiar aura in those extremely complex sword slashes in the snow and rain. It was not the aura of a sword, but the aura of a blade. What was going on?
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were clearly using swords, so why did blade intent break through the bridge? That saber intent was still so dense and dangerous! Xue He suddenly remembered that Chen Chang Sheng was using Wang Po's Way of the Saber. He thought he understood the reasoning behind it and stopped thinking about it. He continued to immerse himself in the battle, trying to gain more comprehension.
Chen Chang Sheng, who was standing on the bridge, didn't feel any blade spirit. Firstly, the battle was too tense, making it hard for him to be distracted. Secondly, he was a person involved in the battle. More importantly, the blade spirit that Xue He felt didn't originate from his and Xu You Rong's swords, but … when his and Xu You Rong's sword spirits merged together, the aftertaste that splashed out.
If he could discover this detail, he might be able to understand something.
Somewhat regretfully, he couldn't discover it. His gaze and mind were completely focused on the ten thousand rays of light in the snow. His spiritual sense was rapidly circulating, incessantly calculating and deducing. The Intellectual Sword was constantly slashing out, blocking that terrifying Sword of Great Light behind that line.
He did not know how many times he had used the sword, only that he had not been able to learn all the sword styles of the Heavenly World, so it was very difficult for him to endure. Back in Xunyang City, he could only use the Blazing Sword a few times, but today, he had already used it several dozen times. The true essence provided by the blazing snowy plains had long since been exhausted, and he was now completely relying on the lake outside his Ethereal Palace to support him.
But he was not worried, because reality had proven that his seven days of preparation had been useful. Xu Yourong had unexpectedly learned the Sword of Great Light. That divine and dignified sword technique, like the ocean and also like a dewdrop, had still not been able to break through that line in the middle of the Bridge of Helplessness. Moreover, he was confident that Xu Yourong would not be able to hold on for too long.
When Xu Yourong's true essence could no longer support the Sword of Great Light, that would be his chance to counterattack.
However, for some reason, there was a faint feeling in the depths of his heart that he didn't want it to end here.
Because right now, he was very happy.
Although the Intellectual Sword was constantly squeezing away at his spiritual sense, the Blazing Sword was constantly consuming his true essence, and the Stupid Sword was constantly grinding away at his mind, he was still very happy.
This was like playing chess and suddenly encountering an opponent of similar skill and excellent chess skills.
Or like drinking wine and suddenly encountering a companion who had a similar capacity for liquor and could form a poem with a cup of wine.
Or like debating the Dao and encountering a deskmate who was amiable in speech and absolutely detestable in appearance.
As he gazed at the girl's bright figure in the snow, Chen Changsheng had this sort of feeling.
He even felt like he had returned to the Garden of Zhou and was talking to that girl in the snowy temple in the plains.
Incisively and vividly.
To his heart's content.
Happy.
And calm.
He even felt that Xu Yourong in the snow was probably thinking the same thing as him.
Yes, Xu Yourong was also thinking the same thing. Of course, she was thinking even more clearly than he was.
Xu Yourong had not thought of any chess companion or drinking buddy. She immediately thought of that night in the snowy temple.
For the sake of this battle on the Bridge of Helplessness, the two of them had prepared for seven whole days.
More than three hundred sheets of paper brimming with calculations and deductions, seventeen star charts, were in the snow and rain, in the marks of sword intent.
They used this to play chess, to talk, to fight.
If this could continue forever, it would naturally be very good, but in reality, this was not possible.
The falling snow shattered, the falling rain melted, the surface of the stone bridge shattered into a spider web, the Luo River beneath the bridge covered in tens of thousands of scales.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong had both reached the end of their paths.
The girl's figure had already appeared in the snow, extremely close to the line in the middle of the bridge, but her footsteps had become much heavier.
The transformations of Chen Changsheng's sword style had also begun to gradually become sluggish. It was no longer as nimble as it had been at the beginning, even seeming somewhat unfathomable.
The snow suddenly fell, the rain suddenly dispersed, and the Bridge of Helplessness inexplicably became clear and bright.
Two figures met on the bridge.
Like the remnants of a game of chess, with only two moves left, victory and defeat determined.
Like the remnants of a banquet, with a few yellow flowers falling between the dishes and bowls, competitive and austere.
In the wind and snow, the people were gone, the temple was empty, only the ashes in front of the statue of God still retained some warmth.
The white gauze fluttered, Xu Yourong's eyes were filled with divine light, like the stars on the astrolabe.
Chen Changsheng held his sword and lightly flicked, the edge of the sword piercing through the falling snow, like three hundred sheets of paper dancing in the little building of the Orthodox Academy.
Xu Yourong floated up, like a god descending to the world. Her sword, imbued with light, stabbed towards Chen Changsheng.
Intellectual Sword, strike.
Temple Sword, break.
Just at this moment, something that no one could have imagined happened.
Chen Changsheng's two hands were originally gripping the hilt of his sword, but now he suddenly loosened his left hand, stretching out through the air towards the temple sword that had broken through the snowy sky.
What did he want to do? Even if his body had been bathed in dragon blood, comparable to the most perfect Purification, it was still a body of flesh and blood, how could it resist the edge of the temple sword, not to mention that the temple sword was imbued with Xu Yourong's Heavenly Phoenix True Essence, bringing with it an infinite light. Even a great expert like Mao Qiu Yu would probably not dare to use a single hand to receive it!
Chen Changsheng's movements were very casual, very natural, like he was extending his hand towards a bookshelf to take a book.
Of course, he did not want to use his left hand to block the temple sword.
He only wanted to form a connection with the temple sword.
His finger, besides the snowy sky and the light of the temple sword, also contained a faintly discernible connection.
The temple sword had originally been brought out of the Garden of Zhou by him!
He was extremely familiar with the sword intent of the temple sword, so how could the temple sword not recognize his Qi?
When the Sword Pool appeared in the Garden of Zhou, ten thousand old swords had followed him into battle, including the temple sword. All of these swords were his companions, his comrades. On the battlefield, how could a comrade attack you? In a moment of life and death, how could a comrade not hear your cry for help?
An unimaginable ripple of Qi appeared on the Bridge of Helplessness!
The temple sword fiercely trembled in the snowy sky, then quickly flew towards Chen Changsheng.
It was flying, not stabbing, because there was no longer any hostility, much less killing intent!
The Sword of Great Light suddenly dispersed!
However, an even more shocking matter occurred — Xu Yourong seemed to have long since calculated this scene!
Her right hand still gripped the temple sword. Borrowing the momentum, her white dress danced in the snowy sky. Her figure transformed into blood, gathering away the ten thousand rays of light, and directly arrived in front of Chen Changsheng. If Chen Changsheng had not used his spiritual sense to shake the temple sword at the last moment, no matter how fast Xu Yourong's movement technique was, it would have been impossible for her to break through his Stainless Sword so quickly!
Chen Changsheng had calculated seven days.
She had also calculated that he had seven days.
There was a light squelch.
Perhaps it was because his control over the temple sword had come a little too late, or perhaps it was because Xu Yourong was still the Holy Maiden, and although she had only been reunited with the temple sword for seven days, her control over the sword was even stronger than Chen Changsheng had imagined. Or perhaps it was because something had happened that neither of them could understand.
The temple sword stabbed into Chen Changsheng's left shoulder, causing blood to spurt out.
Then, the temple sword fell into his hand.
The wind and snow began to gently dance once more, whistling as if even the heavens and earth were somewhat astonished.
For some reason, Chen Changsheng's movements were somewhat sluggish. The Stainless Sword in his right hand, which had originally been at the pinnacle of perfection, had deviated slightly.
With a leisurely gust of wind, Xu Yourong extended her slender index finger. It seemed slow, but it was actually incomparably swift, pointing at the space between Chen Changsheng's eyebrows.
If it had been a normal finger, it would have been utterly incapable of threatening Chen Changsheng's life. Although his body, which had been bathed in dragon blood, could not directly resist the famed swords on the Tier of Legendary Weapons, it should not have allowed a slender finger to break through his defense. Yet for some reason, an immense sense of danger suddenly welled up in his heart, and he even felt that his life was about to be lost.
A speck of light blossomed on the tip of Xu Yourong's finger, like the light of a firefly, yet it seemed to contain boundless energy.
No one could be faster than this finger of hers.
At the very least, in all the battles that had taken place, besides Nanke, no one else could match the speed of this finger of hers.
From the start of the battle until now, she had never unfurled the wings of the Phoenix, because she did not need to.
The body did not have the wings of the rainbow Phoenix, but their hearts were linked by telepathy.
This was the Rhino Spirit Finger!
… …
… …
(The next chapter will determine victory and defeat. The next chapter will be released at night, around 8: 20.)
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.
