Through the Fated Star Plate, Xu Yourong had already deduced a few problems. As she listened to Chen Changsheng's explanation, she quickly understood what had happened. She naturally believed Chen Changsheng's words, but just when she was prepared to speak, she saw the exhaustion on Bie Yanghong's face and the specks of white hair on his temples. She couldn't help but freeze.
The pain of losing a son was truly the hardest thing in the world to endure.
Bie Yanghong walked behind Wuqiong Bi and gently patted her on the shoulder. "Rest for a while."
Wuqiong Bi had not been able to kill Chen Changsheng, had not even been able to defeat him and Xu Yourong working together. She was still furious and unwilling, her mood extremely irritable. When she heard these words, she felt both wronged and pained. Sobbing, she shouted, "You're still willing to come out!"
These words were true. Given Bie Yanghong's strength, if he had used his full strength at the very beginning, let alone Xu Yourong and the girls of South Stream Temple, even if that metal blade had truly arrived at Holy Maiden Peak, it still would not have been able to stop this couple from killing Chen Changsheng.
Now he finally came out.
Of the Storms of the Eight Directions, Bie Yanghong's fighting strength had been ranked at the very front. Even the Tianhai Divine Empress admired him.
Could Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong still stand a chance against a true expert of the continent?
"If I give you one more day, no, maybe only a few moves, your Harmonious Twin Swords will be completely proficient, and there will be no more loopholes. Neither I nor anyone else will be able to do anything to you, so I'm sorry, I can't give you this chance."
Bie Yanghong looked at Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong and said, "I will strive to separate you in one move and then defeat you."
The moment he finished speaking, he had already attacked Chen Changsheng.
A small red flower was tied to the pinky finger of his right hand.
The entire continent knew that this red flower was Bie Yanghong's most powerful weapon, the essence of his entire life's cultivation.
In the past, beneath the Mausoleum of Books, the Tianhai Divine Empress's Storm Fist had killed Guan Xingke with a single punch. Bie Yanghong had relied on this red flower to barely manage to receive the other punch.
When Bie Yanghong attacked, the red flower very naturally began to sway, arriving about half a foot in front of his finger.
The little red flower arrived in front of Chen Chang Sheng even faster than his hand.
Chen Chang Sheng could already see the sparkling water droplets on the petals.
He didn't even have time to think. The Stainless Sword stabbed forward, noiselessly tearing through the air and leaving behind a bright streak of light on the plateau.
This time, he used the Intellectual Sword, using the Irregular Orbit to avoid the red flower. His ultimate goal was Bie Yanghong's forehead.
At the same time, Xu Yourong's temple sword also pierced through the air. Silent and lightless, it trembled in the wind, seeming somewhat weak.
She used the Small Building Sword. It was said that in the past, a certain senior of the South Stream Temple lived in a separate building on the upper reaches of the Flower Stream. On a certain winter day, he observed the silently blooming wintersweet and was inspired to create this sword style. This sword style triumphed through ingenuity. It was silent yet beautiful. It seemed delicate, but in reality, it was very tough.
There was no connection between the Intellectual Sword and Xiao Zhu Sword, and there was no connection between their sword essences. However, just like the previous few times, when Chen Chang Sheng's sword and Xu You Rong's sword simultaneously appeared on the plateau, the two sword arts seemed to have undergone some kind of magical transformation. They perfectly merged into one, and no loopholes could be found.
Chen Changsheng, Xu Yourong, and Wuqiong Bi clashed several times while Bie Yanghong watched from the side. He could tell that this was a united sword style based on the Unity Sword Art of South Stream Temple, but he did not understand exactly why this united sword style could allow two completely different sword techniques and sword intents to fuse together, causing their power to soar.
Only now, when he faced that bright sword glow and the delicate sword silhouette that followed it, did he vaguely grasp the principle behind it.
This profound and indescribable feeling was not a sword style or a sword technique. It was more like a technique that was completely different from the path of the sword, an even more direct technique.
This technique was incomparably powerful and profound. It was like a torrential rain in the sky, or like a flying goose descending upon the magma covering the ground. It was ruthless to the extreme, brimming with killing intent. Once it was used, it seemed like it could sever all things in the world, all connections.
But Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong seemed to be using this technique in reverse!
The torrential rain fell into the magma, the damp mist gradually turning into calm clear water. The mountain pass condensed into a blue lake, the shores of which grew countless green plants, exuberant with life!
This technique that should have severed all connections in the world, in their hands, could reconnect all separated things in the world!
Bie Yanghong could not recall a Daoist technique like this in Holy Maiden Peak, the Li Palace, or the Ten Thousand Years Pavilion. He had not even seen any records of it.
In the present world, besides Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, only Wang Po or Wang Zhice, who had suddenly returned to the mortal world, could recognize this technique.
But to Bie Yanghong, in order to break Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong's sword style, the most important thing was not to comprehend it, but to break it.
Even if he could not completely comprehend it for the time being, he could rely on his cultivation level and his abundant true essence to forcefully break their sword style.
The seemingly delicate little red flower came to the sky full of sword shadows.
Suddenly, the little red flower seemed to become incredibly heavy, its advance greatly slowed.
Even space itself seemed to distort under the weight of the little red flower. Sand and stone madly tumbled and the winds howled.
The sword shadows that filled the sky were affected by this and froze for a moment. The momentum of the swords was still like a majestic mountain, but it was no longer as perfect as it was before. It was like an endless mountain range, like two green mountains facing each other across the river gorge. A gap, or rather, a passageway, had appeared between them.
This gap disappeared in the blink of an eye. Any other cultivator would be unable to use it even if they could see it.
But Bie Yanghong was an expert of immense cultivation, and the gap in his opponent's sword energy had been created by him in the first place.
The somewhat slow red flower suddenly sped up, bringing with it a dark red streak of light as it attacked Chen Changsheng's face.
If Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong continued with their previous sword technique, even if their sword energy could once more become unshakable, they would no longer be able to keep the little red flower out.
Without hesitation, Chen Changsheng abandoned the Intellectual Sword, bringing it back to his eyes like a bolt of lightning.
He was not using the Stupid Sword, but borrowing the sword to cleave through the air.
An extremely clear and sharp sword chime resounded across the plateau.
It was the Descent of Heavenly Music that he had used in his duel with Xu Yourong on the capital's Bridge of Helplessness!
The moment Chen Changsheng drew back his sword, Xu Yourong's mind was connected to his. Without hesitation, she dispersed the Little Construct Sword and used the temple sword to stab at a certain place in the air.
She had no time to return her sword to its sheath, so she used the world as a sheath. This action was returning the sword.
Her action of returning the sword seemed to be broken down into countless images and then reassembled.
The sword, imbued with true essence, was constantly colliding with the air, grinding against each other and emitting countless sword cries.
When these sword cries came together, they became a long and archaic sword cry.
This was the first sword she had used on the capital's Bridge of Helplessness: the Southern Sea Sword Cry!
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