Chen Changsheng knew that even if he used all his techniques, he would still be incapable of blocking this cold wave of silent destruction.
He had only one choice, and that was to retreat.
The problem was that experts of the Divine Domain could freely traverse mountains and rivers, their speed reaching a level unimaginable to the average person. Unless one was a person with extraordinary talent like Nanke, Xu Yourong, or Jin Yulu, or could barely maintain their speed for a while, who could be faster?
Wuqiong Bi flew to the front of the platform, her horsetail whisk about to fall.
Chen Changsheng suddenly vanished from his original position, appearing several dozen zhang away in front of the mountain path, the Stainless Sword in hand.
Wuqiong Bi's pressure continued forward, the aura of silent destruction blotting out the heavens and earth. The mountain path suddenly shattered, countless cracks appearing on the stone steps.
A sword flash could be clearly seen on the plateau at the peak of the mountain. Chen Chang Sheng appeared on the other side of the sword flash and was already two hundred yards away from the field.
The aura that carried the aura of nirvanic extermination chased after him like a rain cloud.
Just when he was about to be struck by that Qi, Chen Changsheng vanished once more, his awe-inspiring sword intent tearing through the air as he appeared in front of a pile of rocks protruding from the edge of the plateau.
Wuqiong Bi's horsetail whisk never fell, because she could not accurately lock onto his figure.
He did not have the speed of Nanke and Xu Yourong, but he was so fast because he was not using a movement technique, but the sword that he was most skilled in.
The moment the South Stream Temple sword array fell into chaos and Wuqiong Bi flew through the air, he unsheathed the Stainless Sword.
Then, he performed three consecutive sword techniques without hesitation. During this process, he didn't pause at all, and he didn't even think about it.
These three sword techniques were the True Sword of the Orthodoxy, the final move of the Mount Li Sword Style, and the Hanging Sunset of the Three Forms of Wenshui.
These were the three most decisive sword techniques he could grasp. Of course, he had also added the Yeshi Step.
Everyone who saw this sight was stunned.
Many people knew of Chen Changsheng's talent in the sword, and some even believed that although he was young, he could already be called a grandmaster of the sword.
But not many people had personally witnessed him use the sword. Only today did they realize that the Pope's cultivation in the sword was truly unfathomable. Even when pursued by an expert of the Divine Domain at full strength, he could still use his own sword energy to move the crowd and respond so casually and naturally.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Changsheng was several li away. In front of the cliff, he had successfully avoided Wuqiong Bi's most berserk killing blow.
But his sword energy had been exhausted, and even more troublesome was that Wuqiong Bi had forced him into a corner of the terrain. How could he escape?
Wuqiong Bi flew in front of him. Her pressure was slightly weaker than it had been at the start, but her killing intent was even stronger!
Heaven and earth responded. Dark clouds shrouded the top of the cliff, and the light was dim.
A fierce shout filled with resentment tore through the gloomy clouds and resounded throughout the world.
"Die!"
She waved her horsetail whisk towards Chen Chang Sheng.
Countless tiny bolts of lightning lit up in the strands of the horsetail whisk, emitting terrifying crackling sounds.
The lightning illuminated her pale face, which was filled with resentment. She looked like a ferocious ghost, frightening anyone who saw her.
Just as the horsetail whisk was about to land on Chen Chang Sheng's body, a sword light once again cut through the gloomy sky.
This sword light wasn't particularly bright. In fact, it was a little dim, but it gave off a very reliable feeling.
The Stainless Sword was already connected to the Vault Sheath, transforming into a longsword.
This was the Stainless Sword's strongest form, and it was also the form Chen Changsheng would choose in a desperate situation.
This sword light did not originate from the swing of the sword, but from the sword itself.
Chen Changsheng's left hand gripped the hilt, his left hand gripped the tip of the blade, and he held the sword horizontally in front of him.
His two hands were extremely steady, not trembling in the slightest.
This horizontal stroke was the chain, the river dike.
This was the third sword that Su Li had passed on to him, the Stupid Sword whose name had already shaken the world!
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The horsetail whisk landed on the sword.
In a flash, a few extremely fine traces of corrosion appeared on the sword that seemed to have been washed ten thousand times.
The Stainless Sword was forged from the most precious true dragon whisker of the Golden Dragon. It was absolutely smooth, without the slightest trace of filth or blood. It was absolutely hard, impossible for anything to crack it. It could be called the perfect material for a sword, able to enter the Tier of Legendary Weapons the moment it was born. But now, it seemed like it could no longer endure it. Why?
Those traces of corrosion came from the lightning and the berserk Qi of silent destruction carried by the horsetail whisk.
Those lightning and Qi had not truly destroyed the material of the Stainless Sword, but they had destroyed the sword intent Chen Changsheng had attached to it.
The berserk Qi of silent destruction that came from the boundless depths of the sea had easily destroyed the serene sword intent that had come from Xining Village's old temple.
This did not mean that the former was superior to the latter, but that Wuqiong Bi's cultivation level was much higher than Chen Changsheng's.
The threshold was very high, and it was forged from iron, making it impossible to casually cross. Anyone who bravely attempted to cross it would often end up with their heads broken and bleeding.
There was a loud bang.
Violent gales whistled through the cliff, causing a few Parasol Trees to be minced into pieces, and over 10 cultivators that weren't able to dodge in time were directly blasted off the cliff. Shrill cries resounded abruptly before stopping abruptly. Presumably, their meridians had been severed in midair and they'd lost all vitality.
With his sword intent destroyed and powerless to continue, the Stainless Sword was jolted back with the Vault Sheath, striking Chen Changsheng in the chest.
With a muffled thud, Chen Changsheng crashed into a pile of rocks, his face pale and his expression somewhat gloomy.
If he had not relied on his three swords to avoid the peak of Wuqiong Bi's power, he would assuredly have been heavily injured and would have found it difficult to rise again.
Of course, the most important reason was that he had bathed in the true blood of the Black Frost Dragon. Otherwise, even if he had undergone a perfect Purification, he would not have been able to endure it.
A sharp howl suffused with ruthlessness burst from Wuqiong Bi's thin lips.
This howl carried the joy of killing an enemy, as well as boundless hatred.
She would not give Chen Changsheng any chance to counterattack, nor would she give anyone else a chance to save him.
The horsetail whisk exuded countless strands of Qi of silent destruction as it descended upon Chen Changsheng.
Countless green lotus leaves appeared in the air, cutting off the surroundings.
Gou Hanshi's expression flickered. Shrouded in the radiance of the stars, he flew through the air. His sword was already in his hand, but it was clearly too late.
Hu Thirty-Two and the bishop of the southern church also flew in that direction.
The disciples of South Stream Temple paled in fright and cried out in alarm. They wanted to hurry over, but they were even slower.
Who could save Chen Changsheng at this time?
Strangely, Tang Thirty-Six did not move. He stared at the fierce red in the center of the plateau, his hand gripping his most powerful life-saving magical artifact. It was a mystery what he was thinking.
Strangely, Bie Yanghong also did not move. He calmly gazed at a certain place outside the cliff, as if still pondering Chen Changsheng's previous words.
His wife was about to kill the enemy who had killed his son. No matter what his emotions were, he should be looking in that direction.
Just what was he thinking? Where was he looking? Or perhaps, who was he waiting for?
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