He could catch fish in the lake because there were fish in it, but there was no sword in the lake.
Moreover, Chen Chang Sheng did not touch it, but directly took it.
This was an even more concise and powerful action, indicating that he knew where the sword was in advance.
Like a magic trick, he took out a sword from the lake.
Then he thrust it at Shang Xingzhou.
The water splashed along the blade, and the sword light rose up, illuminating the lake from inside out.
The lake shore became brighter, and the splashes were like silver trees, and also like stars.
Ten-some starlight lit up, following the lines of stars in the night sky, and his figure suddenly faded.
Shang Xingzhou stepped on the stars and retreated, instantly retreating ten-some zhang.
There was a light rip.
There was a tear in his collar.
A stream of blood seeped out, like a black plum flower painted on his blue Daoist robe.
"Master, admit defeat."
Chen Chang Sheng said to Shang Xingzhou.
The lake water dripped from the tip of his sword and fell on the rocks, making dripping sounds, as if urging him.
Shang Xingzhou did not answer. He calmly walked forward, once again arriving in front of him.
He gripped the sword with both hands and raised it above his head.
His bare arms glistened in the sunlight, like a real statue, perfectly displaying his strength.
There was still no sword technique, no profound meaning, just the simplest slash.
With a crack, the air and the sword fiercely rubbed against each other, creating a dazzling flame.
A scorching, violent Qi emanated from Shang Xingzhou's body and the sun.
The blood on his blue Daoist robe instantly evaporated into smoke.
The water on Chen Chang Sheng's sword also turned into smoke, disappearing without a trace.
The beautiful sword light rose again, but it was not aimed at Shang Xingzhou.
Chen Chang Sheng knew that Shang Xingzhou would not respond to his sword, so no matter how fast it was, it was meaningless.
He could only draw back.
Clang!
The two swords met again.
Thunder rose from the lake shore, over the courtyard walls, and resounded throughout the capital.
Torrential rain came again, the walls toppled, the trees fell, the wind howled, the shore collapsed, and the lake flooded in all directions.
Ten-some large and small ponds appeared on the grass.
Shang Xingzhou and Chen Chang Sheng had disappeared.
They came to the treasure vault behind the grass.
The stone steps to the vault were covered in cobwebs and slightly sunken.
Chen Chang Sheng lay inside, his hands on the ground, preparing to stand.
The sword he took from the lake flew away again.
His Stupid Sword did not break, but it was also unable to withstand Shang Xingzhou's tyrannical sword.
The remnant wind blew against the green Daoist robe, causing it to flutter. Several cracks appeared on the robe.
Shang Xingzhou walked towards the treasury.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't turn his head. His right hand landed on the broken part of the stairs and pulled out.
Accompanied by the sound of metal rubbing against gravel, a sword appeared in his hand.
His movements were very natural, as if he had long been prepared and had practiced it countless times.
No matter how inconceivable a scene was, it was hard to be surprised after it had appeared so many times.
Shang Xingzhou's expression did not change.
Chen Chang Sheng stood up, looked at him and said seriously, "Master, just admit defeat."
Shang Xingzhou still did not speak. He walked forward in silence and swung the Taoist sword with both hands.
The sunlight shone on the sword and his bare arms.
The patterns and muscles on the sword were so clear.
The aura of life and the smell of death were equally strong. It was like strong alcohol, intoxicating or frightening.
With a loud bang, smoke and dust flew everywhere.
A deep ravine appeared in front of him.
The pitch-black and bright floorboards constantly rose up and then collapsed.
Between the collapsed bookshelves, there were old books flying everywhere.
He had once spent every night here gazing at the stars.
Luoluo had also accompanied him here for many nights.
However, his master had spent more time here than he had.
The windows were shattered.
Chen Chang Sheng landed in the fountain in the front courtyard, his entire body drenched.
The fangs of the Sacred Lion Statue protruded from its mouth and it also sprayed water.
A stream of water as thick as a finger fell on his head, a rather comical sight.
He was already very close to the gate of the academy. He could hear the nervous gasps and gasps of surprise coming from Hundred Flowers Lane.
The people of Hundred Flowers Lane could hear him fall into the fountain.
Experts like Wang Po, the Prince of Xiang, the Prince of Zhongshan, and Linghai Zhiwang only needed their ears to 'see' what was happening in the Orthodox Academy.
The fountain dimmed.
A tall figure obscured the sky.
Shang Xingzhou did not give Chen Chang Sheng any chance to catch his breath.
Several dozen zhang away, Wang Zhice and Tang Thirty-Six also appeared on the grass.
Yuren was probably still in the Hundred Herb Garden.
Xu Yourong appeared on the other side of the forest, her pure white wings faintly flapping.
And where was the little Black Dragon?
"I'm very curious."
Wang Zhice watched as Chen Chang Sheng stood up from the fountain and asked, "Could there be another sword here? Then where could it be hidden? "
The Sacred Lion Statue was very majestic and the fountain was very large, but the pool was very shallow.
The teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy would often pass by, so it was very difficult for them not to notice the swords in the pool.
Tang Thirty-Six said nothing, but Chen Chang Sheng used his actions to answer.
He stood on tiptoe and thrust his hand into the lion's mouth. With a spray of water, he took out a sword.
Xu Yourong thought of something at this sight and felt rather disgusted. She covered her mouth.
Wang Zhice sighed, "This is also possible?"
Tang Thirty-Six arched his brows. "Why not?"
Wang Zhice sighed, "I originally thought that it was just that sword."
Tang Thirty-Six replied, "Wrong, I've hidden many swords here."
Wang Zhice asked, "Just how many swords are there?"
"They're everywhere."
Tang Thirty-Six spread out his arms and closed his eyes, extremely intoxicated.
"As long as he's in the Orthodox Academy, he won't lose."
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The fountain suddenly broke and the lion's tail was severed. The cut was extremely smooth.
Shang Xingzhou's and Chen Chang Sheng's swords clashed once more.
Thunder boomed once more.
But this time, it lasted for a very long time and never stopped.
The Orthodox Academy was filled with the cries of swords, occasionally accompanied by terrifying explosions.
Master and disciple were nowhere to be seen.
From time to time, swords would fly out of the forest or from their hiding places, stabbing into the grass or the broken walls, faintly vibrating.
In this period of time, Chen Chang Sheng had found countless more swords, only to be sent flying by Shang Xingzhou.
Suddenly, the cries of swords stopped.
The Orthodox Academy became abnormally quiet.
The quietest place was a building on the west side.
From the style of the building, it was probably a hall for preaching the Dao, but for some reason, the walls were painted a vermillion, making them particularly conspicuous.
Two rows of maple trees had been planted around the building. Perhaps because of the array, no matter what season it was, they would always rustle with red.
His blue Daoist robe was densely covered in holes that still contained remnants of sword intent.
Blood constantly seeped out of them, making for a rather fiendish sight.
Shang Xingzhou had suffered many injuries.
Chen Chang Sheng's injuries were even worse. His face was pale, his body covered in blood, and his hands hanging by his side were trembling.
"Do you still have any swords?"
Shang Xingzhou asked.
Chen Chang Sheng took a dagger from a flower pot at his side and said, "This is the last one."
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(Guess what this building is called.) (To be continued …)
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