Chen Changsheng's hand got closer and closer to Xiao Zhang's face, until it touched the edge of the white paper.
Perhaps because it was wet with sweat or stained with too much blood, the edge of the white paper was not sharp. It was like a piece of puff pastry that had been left on the Tong River for three days.
The moment his finger touched the white paper, the two black holes on it suddenly lit up.
Xiao Zhang had opened his eyes.
He had woken up.
Of course, it was also possible that he had not fainted at all.
Chen Changsheng showed no surprise, probably because he already knew. He asked, "Have you rested enough?"
Xu Yourong did not turn around. She calmly gazed at the mountain in the sky.
The South Stream Temple sword array was already being pushed closer and closer to the ground by that mountainous Qi.
More and more leaves fell from the wutong tree, and the tree creaked louder and louder. There were even places where the bark had cracked, revealing white.
Xiao Zhang looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "No one has ever dared to tear off this paper, not in the past, and certainly not now."
His voice was very cold, emotionless, and senseless, just like his eyes.
In the past, he was an expert on the Proclamation of Liberation, and coupled with his crazed and murderous reputation, no one was willing to provoke him.
Now that he had successfully entered the Divine Domain, even fewer people dared to provoke him.
Chen Changsheng did not care about these threatening words. "If you're not willing to wake up, I can only tear off this paper."
Xiao Zhang replied, "I'm a little sleepy. Can't the two of you hold on a little longer? Truly useless. "
Only a madman like him would dare to speak to the Pope and Holy Maiden in such a tone.
Chen Changsheng still did not care. "Even if we take turns holding on, there will always be a moment when we can't hold on."
Xiao Zhang understood the meaning of these words and froze.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong had actually decided to stop stalling and prepare to fight.
Where did their confidence come from?
"Since it's a fight, we naturally have to fight."
Chen Changsheng smiled at him. "Perhaps we'll win, perhaps we'll lose. Who knows?"
His smile was still as clean, pure, and warm as it had been in his youth.
But in Xiao Zhang's view, it was rather frightening.
How could they so casually decide to fight for such an important matter?
Both the Tong Palace and the South Stream Temple sword array could still hold Mountain Man Yanzhi for a few moments.
He was heavily injured, but he was, after all, a newly ascended Saint.
In this situation, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong decided not to wait any longer. They were going to kill Mountain Man Yanzhi!
Did they not understand that as an ancient expert of the Demon race, Mountain Man Yanzhi was much stronger than those Demon Generals, perhaps even on par with the Demon Commander? Did they not understand that if the Human race's Pope, Holy Maiden, and him, a newly ascended expert of the Divine Domain, were to all die in battle tonight, history might truly change? They could have waited a little longer, so why did they have to fight? Why was Chen Chang Sheng still smiling at such a time, and his smile was still as clean as before? Xu Yourong was still in the mood to watch the stars with her hands behind her back?
Everyone said that Xiao Zhang was a madman, but he found that Chen Chang Sheng and Xu You Rong were even crazier than him.
What are the answers to these questions?
He suddenly remembered something.
This was drive.
The drive of a young man.
He was a few decades older than Chen Chang Sheng and Xu You Rong, but for cultivators, he was still considered young.
His eyes became sharp, like a silver spear that had been washed by autumn water, full of coldness.
"How much longer?"
He walked to Xu Yourong's side and asked.
Xu Yourong replied, "Forty-seven breaths."
Xiao Zhang's raspy voice once more emerged from the white paper.
"I'm going to break his mountain range."
Carrying his spear, he began to walk into the darkness of the north.
He didn't even look at the mountain range in the night sky above him.
The true mountain was several li away, in the place he was preparing to go.
A few days ago, he sensed the signs of a breakthrough and immediately ended his life as an assassin on the snowy plains, following the route he had agreed upon all those years ago to return to the south. Just when he was about to pass through the plains and return to the territory of the Human race, he saw three mountains suddenly rising up in the wilderness.
Mountain Man Yanzhi, the three Mountain Men of Jingpo, and Mountain Man Yichun.
In the face of these terrifying experts from ancient times, it was simply impossible for him to escape. Logically speaking, his death was assured, but he had not expected this unprecedented pressure to allow him to cross that threshold and break into the Divine Realm ahead of time. He had narrowly escaped, but he had still suffered severe injuries.
When he rode his kite into the mountains and saw Chen Chang Sheng and Xu Yourong, his mind instantly relaxed. His injuries and mental exhaustion exploded at the same time, causing him to fall unconscious.
After resting for a while, his injuries had not healed, but his mind was much more refreshed.
Most important of all was the appearance of Chen Chang Sheng and Xu Yourong.
The two Saints of the highest status in the Human race had come to take him back.
This was a matter worthy of pride. Even someone as proud as him believed this to be the case.
For this, he was willing to fight another battle.
But he had said that he would break his mountain range, not that he would break his mountain range.
He was not confident that he could break Mountain Man Yanzhi's defenses, not even confident that he could survive.
The rustling of the white paper in the bleak wind seemed rather inauspicious.
But his figure was not desolate.
Because the spear was straight, its red tassels dancing in the wind.
Because his fighting spirit soared to the heavens.
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Xu Yourong drew back her gaze to the darkness several li away. "There's only one chance."
Chen Chang Sheng understood what she meant.
Xiao Zhang had forcefully suppressed his injuries and could only use his strongest attack. Even if he still had the strength to fight afterward, it would be impossible for him to be stronger than this.
To put it another way, if they wanted to directly break through and defeat Mountain Man Yanzhi, this was their only chance.
The wind on his face was rather chilly, not like a knife, but more like the water in the stream in Xining Village at the beginning of spring.
Chen Chang Sheng clenched his left hand into a fist, the stone pearl of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths falling from his sleeve to his wrist.
The weight of the stone pearl caused his mood to turn heavy. Only after taking in a deep breath did he calm down.
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In the darkness, Mountain Man Yanzhi truly did seem like a mountain.
It was not that distant mountain range, but an even more realistic mountain.
This mountain was not particularly large, but it seemed to be one with the rocks deep in the earth, giving off an immovable feeling.
Xiao Zhang walked up to the mountain and stopped.
The starlight fell on his face, reflected off the white paper, making it seem even whiter, somewhat like the moonlight behind Xuelao City.
Strangely enough, the red tassels of the spear danced, causing the starlight to wander.
The starlight seemed to become a real existence, wisps and threads.
The world was relative.
Nothingness could become real, but what of the real?
In the starlight, Xiao Zhang's figure flickered in and out of existence as if he could vanish at any moment.
If one only used the naked eye to observe, it would be impossible to determine his position.
This was the manifestation of the Dao that came from understanding the laws of the world.
Tonight, he had just broken into the Saint level, so his understanding of the laws of the world was still lacking, far from mastery. But now, he had clearly made great progress.
This was the ability of an expert of the Divine Domain. Whether it was in battle or in slumber, they could gain a deeper understanding of the world.
Two balls of flame were high up on the black mountain, cold and gloomy.
A low and indifferent voice rose from the mountain.
"In the last several hundred years, in terms of fighting intent, you can be ranked in the top three."
Mountain Man Yanzhi seemed to know that Xiao Zhang still had the strength to fight, but he did not care.
Even if there was still Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, he did not care.
He appeared very indifferent, even in the mood to evaluate his opponent.
In his experience, this sort of evaluation was an extremely high praise.
Xiao Zhang did not appreciate it, saying, "You monster, you're rather talkative."
The Demon race had always called themselves the Divine race, but they were not angry at being called demons. This was the principle behind the saying that Demon and God were one. But they deeply disliked being called monsters, perhaps because it made them think of the Demi-human race. And in the long river of history, the Demi-human race had spent the majority of their time playing the role of slaves to the Demon race.
Mountain Man Yanzhi's eyes turned even colder.
Xiao Zhang sneered, "What? You're covered in stone from head to toe, so of course you're a monster. Are you still not convinced? "
Mountain Man Yanzhi replied, "I am a Mountain Man."
Xiao Zhang laughed. "Hahahaha! What Mountain Man? It's just an old Black Mountain Demon! "
His hoarse laughter echoed through the grassland.
The laughter suddenly stopped.
Xiao Zhang thrust his spear forward.
The starlight shone on the grassland like a clear and shallow stream.
As the spear thrust forward, the starlight suddenly began to move, transforming into a bolt of cloth.
The spear fell into the mountain, and the starlight followed, exploding into countless silver shards.
It was an extremely beautiful sight, like fireworks, but also like the blooming of a real flower.
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Several li away, a silver flower suddenly bloomed in the darkness.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong knew that this was the clash between the spear and the cliff.
Soon after, a yellow dragon roared out of the grassland, a faint smear of red flickering in and out of existence.
Two powerful Qis stirred up all the sand in a radius of several li. The starlight instantly dimmed, making it difficult to see.
Mountain Man Yanzhi's cultivation truly was unfathomable. While dealing with that terrifying spear, he had not forgotten to continue suppressing Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
The mountain in the night sky suddenly pressed down, its five finger-like peaks slamming into the South Stream Temple sword array.
Grating and unpleasant sounds of friction rang out.
Countless rocks were cut apart by the swords and rustled to the ground, dispersing into streaks of light in the air.
The palm-like mountain got even closer to the ground.
The wutong tree was bent to the extreme, ready to snap at any moment. The green leaves on its branches had almost all fallen off.
Xu Yourong had long since been prepared. She was as calm as ever as she softly said, "Let's go."
In a flash of light, the Earth Monkey vanished.
Chen Changsheng had sent it into the Garden of Zhou and then taken her hand.
A pair of pure white wings unfurled in the wind, blazing with golden flames.
A stream of light illuminated the grassland, two Phoenix flames piercing through the darkness.
A hole appeared in the gale formed by the sand and grass.
Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng had arrived in front of Mountain Man Yanzhi.
Two sword glows appeared, dazzling and beautiful, and then they fused together into a dazzling rainbow of swords.
The spear appeared once more, arrogantly bringing the rainbow of swords with it as it rumbled toward the mountain, a domineering flower blooming in the night sky.
With a massive boom, the earth quaked.
Countless rocks flew into the air, tearing through the darkness like arrows. In a radius of several dozen li, countless beasts were crushed to death.
As the dust settled, Mountain Man Yanzhi's figure gradually appeared.
There were two extremely deep sword marks in the middle of the mountain. Looking at them, they seemed to be about a foot deep.
These two sword slashes crisscrossed, appearing just like the Southern Cross that the demon dukes of Xuelao City were most familiar with.
The places where the sword slashes crisscrossed were deeper than the other places. They were very round and had smooth edges, like holes that had been chiseled out by craftsmen with tools.
These were the marks left by the spear.
If this mountain was a person, the sword slashes and spear holes would be the person's chest, and a little to the left was where the Ethereal Palace was.
The arrogant spear and the harmonious swords had finally broken through Mountain Man Yanzhi's defenses.
This position was Mountain Man Yanzhi's only flaw.
This was what Xu Yourong had calculated.
The problem was, did that hole completely pass through the mountain?
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The surface of the grassland was covered in cracks. The black mud and grass had long ago become indistinguishable from one another.
Xiao Zhang lay on the ground, the white paper on his face soaked in blood as he stared at Mountain Man Yanzhi several dozen zhang away.
Chen Changsheng was also heavily injured. He sat cross-legged on the ground, his face pale as he constantly coughed.
The hole in the paper was very black, Xiao Zhang's eyes were very deep, and his voice was as hoarse as a broken bell.
"Damn, this still isn't enough?"
Chen Changsheng sighed.
They had broken through the mountain, but they had not been able to flatten it.
Xu Yourong stood up and drew her bow once more.
Her face was very pale, and as she drew the bow, it became even paler, making it seem like snow.
Her black hair brushed past her cheeks, contrasting so vividly that it was hair-raising.
A mouthful of blood spurted from her lips.
Her white ceremonial robe was covered in specks of blood, looking like shattered flowers.
The Qi she exuded was even more powerful. (Note)
The bowstring was noiselessly drawn.
A small and delicate arrow pierced through the darkness and noiselessly landed on the mountain.
Without the slightest deviation, it shot into the hole.
There was a light crack, like something had shattered.
Xiao Zhang and Chen Changsheng felt an extreme pain in their chests.
Because they had heard that sound.
It was the sound of their hearts shattering.
Xu Yourong's face was as white as paper. She swayed, blood trickling from the corner of her lips.
Even she herself was injured by that delicate little arrow.
Mountain Man Yanzhi had naturally suffered the greatest injury.
A furious roar of pain rose from the cliff.
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(The title was, of course, Winslow. At first, he had been prepared to use the Stunning Shot and the Heartbreaking Arrow. From the contents of the chapter, he should still be able to see some traces, but after thinking about it, he felt that with Xiao Zhang's name and personality, it would be a pity not to be arrogant. Moreover, Yourong was not like those stinky men in Kaifeng City. Tonight, her name was Li Shengnan … By the way, she would like to recommend Old Sixth's WeChat public account. It was updated every day and was not an advertisement. A few days ago, he had written about Jin Shiyi. It was well written, simple and clear. As for my WeChat account, are there any students who haven't followed it? It's me. Of course, this is an advertisement, and it's very popular. Finally, this chapter has four thousand words. Oh, I wish the girls a happy holiday. Mm, let's return to Li Shengnan … everyone should understand what I mean, right? You still have to be awesome. Really, this is the most important thing.) (To be continued …)
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