Back then, in the snowstorm on the Bridge of Helplessness, her Southern Sea Sword Chant and Chen Changsheng's Descent of Heavenly Music were opponents, but today, they were comrades.
And these two sword styles had both originated from South Stream Temple, so they were naturally close.
The cries of the swords accompanied the cries of the swords, lingering and changing. The cries became more and more impassioned, until they became sharp and thin, and then disappeared.
Not being able to hear did not mean that there was no sound. It was just that the frequency at which the two swords vibrated was too high. It had already exceeded the range that ordinary people could hear.
People couldn't hear it, but the flowers could.
As the soundless sound wave attacked, the little red flower suddenly stopped, as if it was being blown by the wind, and began to sway.
The petals trembled at a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye, and the sparkling water droplets were shaken into even finer particles, splashing in all directions.
The seemingly weak droplets of water actually contained Bie Yanghong's vigorous true Qi. Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong's awe-inspiring sword intents were extremely swift, their might no less than that of an arrow.
On the plateau, there were countless shrill sounds of air being torn and the sound of skin being torn. Numerous small holes appeared on the hard cliff rocks and the ground.
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked speechless. Their faces were pale, and they thought to themselves how miserable it would be if they were the ones on the scene.
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The little red flower floated quietly in the air, still delicate and weak. Because of the departure of the water droplets, it seemed a little weary, but it was far from dispersing.
Regardless of whether it was the sword hum or the sword chime, there would always be a moment when it would stop.
When that happened, what would Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong rely on to resist Bie Yanghong's powerful attacks?
Chen Chang Sheng knew that he couldn't let the situation continue like this. With a slight movement of his divine sense, a stone flew out from his sleeve and smashed towards the little red flower.
This was not a stone pearl formed from the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, but a white Heavenstone that was deeply connected to the Heavenly Tome Monoliths.
This white Heavenstone was incomparably round, its edges inlaid with an extremely complex array of black gold. It was extremely beautiful, and it was one of the Orthodoxy's treasures — the Falling Star Stone!
With Chen Changsheng's current cultivation, he was far from being able to display the true power of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, so he chose the Falling Star Stone.
As far as he knew, the Falling Star Stone seemed to be able to deal with that little red flower.
An ancient power that seemed to come from ancient times appeared on the plateau along with the Falling Star Stone.
Countless cold winds poured into the Falling Star Stone, and the gravel on the ground that had just stopped rolling started rolling again.
Even the surrounding Dharma and Logos of Heaven and Earth began to distort, just like what the little red flower had done before.
An incomparably deep black hole appeared in the sky and was gradually expanding.
The Falling Star Stone floated within, releasing a dim light like a star.
Sure enough, the little red flower didn't continue forward. Instead, it stopped at the periphery, as if it was resisting the Falling Star Stone.
If Chen Chang Sheng wanted to leave, he only needed to wait a little longer, and he would be able to use the Falling Star Stone to forcefully break open a space tunnel and go to the plains hundreds of miles away.
But he had never thought of leaving, and at the same time, Bie Yanghong would not give him a single chance.
A fist pierced through the air.
The string tied to his pinky was pulled taut, as if it was made of iron.
The little red flower moved forward.
The string passed through the black hole vortex formed by the Falling Star Stone.
With a snapping sound, the thin rope broke into two.
This string had been tied to Bie Yanghong's pinkie for many years. Even on the night of the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, it had not been broken. It was assuredly no ordinary object.
In the end, it was unable to resist the cutting of space and broke.
But the black hole formed by the Falling Star Stone was also cut in two by this strange string and then rapidly faded.
Bie Yanghong's fist had already arrived in front of the little red flower, shattering the remnants of the black hole and arriving in front of Chen Chang Sheng!
Just what sort of fist was this, to contain such terrifying power that it could directly shatter the spatial barrier formed by a treasure of the Orthodoxy!
With the cry of a Phoenix, the silhouette of a green tree appeared in the void.
Her white temple robe drifted in the wind. Xu Yourong untied her bow, gripped it in her hand, and transformed it into the Tong Palace.
But Bie Yanghong's fist was too fast. Before the Tong Palace could take form, it had already been shattered!
A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Xu Yourong's lips. She had been injured.
Bie Yanghong's expression did not change. He continued forward!
As he watched the fist get closer and closer, Chen Chang Sheng recalled that night in the Mausoleum of Books.
On that night, Bie Yanghong had been heavily injured by the Tianhai Divine Empress's fist.
Only now did he realize that the heavily injured Bie Yanghong had actually comprehended something. He no longer placed all his thoughts on external objects, but had learned to condense the world into his own body!
Bie Yanghong's fist actually had some of the aura of the Tianhai Divine Empress's fist!
Compared to that night, he was now a level higher in both cultivation and fighting prowess!
In the past, he was already an extremely powerful expert of the Divine Domain, but now he could even get stronger. How could he deal with this?
Bie Yanghong was correct. Although Chen Chang Sheng and Xu Yourong possessed world-shaking talent, this was still their first time using the harmonious sword style, so they could not use it perfectly.
At this moment, neither the harmonious sword style, the treasure of the Orthodoxy, nor Xu Yourong could help Chen Chang Sheng.
He could only rely on his own strength to receive Bie Yanghong's fist.
How could he receive it?
Chen Chang Sheng also used his fist.
A moment ago, he had brought his sword back and let out a heavenly cry.
At this moment, he held his sword horizontally in defense, the Stupid Sword.
Then he clenched his left fist and smashed it at Bie Yanghong's fist.
The fist flew through the air, howling through the air. The five stone pearls on his wrist incessantly trembled, seeming incomparably heavy.
An indescribable boom resounded through the plateau, traveling several dozen li away.
The fishermen on the Tong River who had not yet had time to get up began to kowtow with ghastly pale faces, praying for the thunder to stay away.
The disturbance on the plateau was naturally even greater.
The clash of two massive forces caused the ground to sink a foot or so. Just as a semicircular shroud of Qi appeared, it was immediately shattered, unleashing countless waves of Qi.
The winds howled. Even though the nearby cultivators had already fled, they were still caught up in the shockwaves and thrown to the ground.
In the waves of Qi that gushed out, one could see a figure rapidly retreating, then heavily crashed into the center of the plateau several hundred zhang away.
A deep trench appeared on the plateau, as if someone had plowed it.
Chen Chang Sheng stood at the end of this trench, his face pale and his expression perplexed. He seemed to have suffered an extremely heavy injury.
As the dust settled, Bie Yanghong drew back his fist. Just as he was about to flee, he suddenly stopped. With a wave of his right hand, he sent an arrow flying out of nowhere.
Xu Yourong was dressed in white ceremonial robes, her hand gripping the Tong Bow, her black hair drifting in the wind. Ten-some Wu Arrows quietly hung in the air, ready to fire at any moment.
This was the first time many people had seen Xu Yourong like this.
Very few people knew that this was Xu Yourong's strongest move.
If Bie Yanghong insisted on pursuing Chen Chang Sheng, he would assuredly have to bear the torrential barrage of Wu Arrows.
Even though he was an expert of the Divine Domain, he still had to consider whether this was worthwhile.
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