He was quiet for a while, then he took another step forward.
The chilly mountain wind ruffled the hair in front of his face and then drifted down.
A fierce and invisible sword intent was born with the wind and silently arrived.
This time, he was quiet for an even longer time.
He needed to make a choice. Would he use the star radiance in his three hundred and sixty-five Qi openings to form a Star Domain to resist, or would he use his sword intent to resist?
In the end, he chose the latter.
Because Su Li was his teacher on the path of the sword.
Today, he naturally had to use the path of the sword to challenge his opponent. Only this could be considered a satisfactory answer sheet.
Countless sword intents left their sheaths and arrived on the plateau.
The Qi of these sword intents were not the same, seeming rather jumbled, but miraculously, there was no conflict between them. On the contrary, they seemed exceptionally harmonious.
Gou Hanshi was slightly moved by this sight, a look of praise appearing in his eyes.
No matter how high Chen Changsheng's cultivation in the path of the sword was, his sword intent was still not as pure as Su Li's. In terms of quality, it was very difficult for him to defeat his opponent.
So he chose to use quantity to make up for the lack of quality.
This seemed very ordinary, but upon closer thought, it was extremely unusual.
Besides him, who else in the world could simultaneously possess so many sword intents and so freely control them?
Suddenly, the plateau resounded with countless soft scraping sounds.
The mountain wind abruptly vanished, but the ivy on the stone wall began to sway.
The ivy that had coexisted with the sword intents for centuries was naturally unaffected by the assault of the sword intents, but now, they began to break apart and fall.
It was clearly impossible to see anything, but there seemed to be countless swords silently contending in front of the stone wall.
Countless sword intents were engaged in the most minute contest within an extremely small area.
The Qi of the world grew awe-inspiring, and even the light in the sky suddenly grew much gloomier.
Chen Changsheng walked up to the ivy.
The ivy shattered into pieces, revealing the entrance to the path in the stone wall.
Without the slightest hesitation, he walked in.
The battle of sword intents was still continuing behind him. Countless cracks and white turbulence appeared in the air around the entrance to the path, obscuring the scene within.
After a while, swords began to cry out from the stone wall.
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The path in the stone wall was very narrow, the sky extremely high above cut into a line. As Chen Changsheng walked through it, his vision was rather gloomy.
The stone wall was covered in perfectly straight sword slashes, the ends extremely thin and the middle somewhat thick. They seemed very smooth and round, but they were also extremely sharp.
Every sharp sword mark represented a sword intent.
The sword intents emerged from the stone walls, slashing towards Chen Chang Sheng's face with incomparable sharpness. At the same time, they invaded his Ethereal Palace and sea of consciousness.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't show any signs of panic. His footsteps were extremely steady and his sword was placed horizontally in front of his body, so close to his eyebrows that it resembled an iron chain.
This was the third sword that Su Li had passed onto him: the Stupid Sword.
This sword technique focused on one's temperament. With Chen Chang Sheng's firm and steady temperament, when used in his hands, it could be said to be as firm as a boulder.
Pa, pa, pa, pa. Countless crisp cries of swords rang out in the stone path. It sounded like two swords were constantly colliding.
In front of Chen Chang Sheng's eyes was the horizontal blade of the sword. The edges of the blade were filled with flying sparks and the stone walls on both sides were instantly added with dozens of new sword marks.
His sword blocked the tangible sword intent, but he could not stop the invisible sword intent from invading his body.
As he went deeper and deeper into the stone path, that awe-inspiring feeling grew thicker and thicker. His sea of consciousness was already surging with countless waves, which were then chopped into bubbles by those sword intents.
As these bubbles appeared and then disappeared, his eyes began to feel a stabbing pain and the cutting sensation on his skin became even more distinct.
These sword intents were the true test. Unless one had a firm will and a tranquil spiritual sense, it was simply impossible to endure.
Chen Chang Sheng held his sword horizontally in front of him and continued forward.
The entrance to the path was extremely narrow, but it gradually widened as he walked, but this did not mean that it was easier to walk. On the contrary, the sword marks on the stone walls grew denser and denser, the Sword Qi that appeared more and more majestic, the sword intents more and more awe-inspiring. Even more frightening was that the sword marks gradually formed some sort of connection, coming in an endless stream.
Each sword mark was a sword, and if they could be connected, they would form a complete set of sword techniques.
At this moment, Chen Chang Sheng finally began to truly confront Su Li's cultivation in the path of the sword.
An incomparably awe-inspiring sword intent seeped out of the stone walls, obscuring the sunlight above his head and that smear of green in the distance. It surged over like a vast ocean.
Chen Chang Sheng's body swayed and he almost lost his footing. His face also paled somewhat.
If he had not experienced the tempering of this ocean of sword intent countless times in the Vault Sheath, he would probably have already been defeated.
How could he pass through this vast ocean of sword intent? How could he break Su Li's sword techniques?
Chen Chang Sheng attentively listened to the dense sounds of sword intents tearing through the air, calmly gazing at the cracks the sword intents had left in the air, sensing the minute changes in the sword intents.
His eyes were just like before, still as clean as a small stream, without a speck of dust. They reflected the flowing clouds in the sky and the sword glows flitting through them.
His sword was no longer held horizontally in front of his eyes, but straight up in the air.
The Stupid Sword could only defend, so how could he break the sword techniques Su Li had left behind? Of course, he could only use sword techniques.
A sword glow tore through the air, shattering a sword Qi descending from the sky. This was the Heavenly Dao Academy's Sword of Hithering Light, so fast that not even the heavens could grasp it.
Several sword flowers trembled as they appeared in the mountain winds, blocking the Sword of the Sea and Sky descending from above.
The sword shadows were divided into thirteen, each one a willow branch. They seemed weak, but they were extremely tenacious. No matter how the sword fell into the mountain, it would still be able to endure.
There was also Blossoming Flowers, Mountain Ghosts Splitting the Cliff, Law Swords Murderous, Revolving Mountain Also Welcoming Guests, and finally, Scorching Heaven Rising.
These were all sword styles of Mount Li, so they could naturally break your Mount Li sword style.
There was also the Orthodox Academy's Toppling Mountain Staff and True Sword. He was the Pope and also the Principal of the Orthodox Academy, so he naturally had a divine aura accompanying him!
It was just like when he faced Xu Yourong's Sword of Great Light on the Bridge of Helplessness.
Chen Chang Sheng displayed all the sword styles he had learned in his life.
The sword glows illuminated the gloomy path.
Countless famous, unknown, or extremely unorthodox sword techniques appeared in his hands.
Time slowly passed.
Chen Chang Sheng gripped his sword and advanced. After some time, he finally reached the end of the path.
Even though countless sword glows obscured his vision and sword intents were dense and glaring, he could still clearly make out the verdant valley beyond the path.
Yet it seemed like he could only walk up to this point.
He had used all the sword styles he had learned in his life, but he still had not been able to break all the sword techniques on the stone wall.
Only now did he understand one thing.
In terms of cultivation in the path of the sword, it could be said that few people in the world could compare to him, and there was certainly no one who knew more sword styles than him.
But today, he was facing Su Li. Su Li knew even more sword styles than him, and his sword intent was many times more condensed and powerful.
Su Li was his teacher on the path of the sword, so how could he surpass him on the path of the sword?
Chen Chang Sheng stopped and put down the sword in his hand.
Those sword intents sensed his mood and also stopped their attacks. They quietly floated in the air between the stone walls, waiting for his decision.
Retreat or continue forward.
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