Way of Choices

This sword is really not a sword move, the sword is also extremely unstable, and the heart of the sword is even worse, because as soon as the sword came out, Chen Changsheng found something strange and suddenly.

What kind of changes made it so difficult for him to keep his state of mind so calm and precocious? ——At the moment of the sword, he suddenly found that this short sword that had been with him for a long time no longer belonged to him, and started to do his own thing! The Nanke after the short sword cut through the wind and rain and the wind and rain seems to be the sword stroke he completed with a sword, but in fact, it has nothing to do with him. In his initial thoughts, in the face of Nanke's full blow, he was ready to use the most powerful sword in the true sword of the state religion, but...

Short sword did not obey his will and used the sword technique, but just stabbed in the past.

This thorn is extremely reckless. If there are bystanders in this battle, watching Chen Changsheng use such a sword move, he will definitely think he is dying.

What exactly is going on? There is a power in his body, no, not power, or breath, but a feeling that is difficult to describe in words, so that he holds the short sword and stabs forward to the wind and rain ahead, and his actions completely follow Because of that feeling, the whole movement is very natural.

The sword that stabs the cold wind and rain is not straight. The line of the sword blade walking is crooked. It looks like a random line left on the paper by a child who has just learned to write. It can’t be seen at all, nor is it hidden. What was the meaning, but the feeling went directly into his heart, making him feel very real.

Just like sword power, that feeling is the excitement of leaving the abyss, the ecstasy of seeing the blue sky, the joy and excitement, and the endless joy.

Somehow, somehow, this short sword shivered with excitement.

How can such a sword pierce the cold wind and rain, and resist Nanke's full blow, how can he defeat this powerful and terrifying Demon Princess Her Royal Highness?

However, in only an instant, the short sword stabbed in the past, and easily punctured the wind and rain in front of him, and then stabbed in front of Nanke.

On the stone platform in front of the mausoleum of the mausoleum, there was a very soft cry, as if something had been punctured.

Immediately followed by a buzzing sound, as if a giant clock was thumped by the giant wood held by countless fighters.

A strong vibration was born, and the air rushed away, rolling up countless smoke and rain and snow residues.

Among the smoke, rain and snow, Nanke's angry howling sounded! As in the battle at Muyu Peak, her howling is still clear, but compared to that night, her howling is no longer so calm and powerful and confident, but full of pain, confusion and shock .

The strong breath instantly shook the smoke and rain on the stone platform under the platform, and it was clear.

Nan Ke retreated, his feet fell on the dividing line between Shitai and Shinto, and there was a snapping noise. Several cracks appeared on the bluestone there.

A half-foot-long piece of green Ling, slowly falling on the stone platform, with a charming and beautiful feeling.

Nanke's face was pale, and Chen Changsheng's eyes were filled with angry flames and a subtle sense of perplexity. A moment later, she withdrew her eyes and looked somewhere on her dark green left wing, and saw a sword wound there, slowly bleeding, and the dim sky spattered from the far side of the sky, seeping through from there.

The front entrance of the mausoleum was quiet and silent.

Probably because of her pain in Qingxiao, Xu Yourong also woke up and looked at the scene in front of her, stunned. Nan Ke looked at Chen Changsheng again, his eyes fell on the dagger he was holding in his right hand, and his pupils shrank. She didn't understand, why is this dagger so sharp? What is this swordsmanship? Why has Jianyi become so strong?

Chen Changsheng was also looking at the sword in his hand, and his expression was a bit sad. He and his brother gave him the short sword for more than a year, but why does this sword feel strange to him now? He knows that this dagger has a sharpness that is not weaker than those of the Divine Soldiers in the hundred weapon list, but why can this dagger have such a strong sword intention?

Yes, at this time he had confirmed that the strong feeling before him was sword intention. The dagger follows that feeling and pursues that feeling. It seems crooked and ugly, but in fact it is extremely natural, as if walking in the clouds and flowing in the water. Of course, this feeling is sword intention, and it can only be sword intention.

It's just that the sword intention... doesn't belong to him, because now, even if he can achieve the sword mind, the state is still not enough to cultivate such a powerful sword intention. Where did this sword intention come from? If it wasn't the dagger's own sword intention, when did it get into his body?

His finger knuckles holding the hilt were a little whitish, thinking with sorrow and shock. Is this sword meaning the same one that the yellow paper umbrella has been looking for? It was the sword that led me to Zhouling through the reckless grassland? Didn't this sword intention disappear? When did it come? Why did you come?

He knows more about this sword meaning, so he thinks more, Nan Ke does not need to think so much, so he wakes up faster, the shock and anger in his eyes dissipate, and he restores his previous indifference and sluggishness. , Without hesitation, attacked him again, she vaguely guessed something, ready to prove whether her guess was right through battle.

As for whether it will be injured, this is never something she cares about.

The cold rain fell again, and more than ten feet long set off a hurricane on the stone platform. The gusty wind rose again, turning those raindrops into gravel and hitting Chen Changsheng's face and body.

There was a croak.

There was a clatter.

Nan Ke appeared in front of him again, holding the Southern Cross Star Sword in his right hand and slashing his eyebrows.

This is her first sword. In other words, Chen Changsheng at this time can finally become an opponent of the same level as Xu Yourong in her eyes.

If it is usual, if it is the previous days, if it is a moment ago, Chen Changsheng is difficult to follow this sword. Although his sword heart is clear and his sword intentions are clear, his sword intention is much weaker than the horror sword intentions attached to the Southern Cross Star Sword by Zhu Nanke. But at this time, he didn't even think about it, so he waved his sword.

In fact, he didn't need to think about it.

The feeling reappeared in his heart, and the sword in his hand was completely swept by it according to the feeling.

It seems to be an understatement, but it is really mysterious.

There was a loud noise in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, and several extremely deep cracks appeared on the bluestone ground.

Nanke's Southern Cross sword was blocked by the short sword in his hand.

Her Southern Cross star swordsmanship hadn't had time to fully exert its full power, but was broken by the short sword in his hand.

A sword awn spewed out from the front of the short sword, about three feet long, as if to illuminate the entire tomb.

Green Wing rolled back suddenly, guarding Nanke in front of her, accompanied by a painful groan, she swept back again, and her feet fell on the edge of the stone platform, where the blue stone was stepped on a crack again.

However, this was not enough. The sharp edge penetrated her wings directly, piercing her eyebrows.

With the wings flapping in rain, Nan Ke jumped up and landed on Shinto.

But this is still not enough.

She jumped up again and retreated into the rain behind.

Still not enough.

She must retreat again and again.

Only a series of dense bluestone cracks could be heard.

Her feet were like plows, dragging the hard bluestones on Shinto out of two clear traces, and finally stopped until they retreated hundreds of feet away!

Quiet.

The cloudy clouds in the sky kept raining, and the entire Zhouling was shrouded in it. Both Shitai and Shinto had been wet.

The sound of falling rain seemed to disappear.

A stream of blood slowly ran down from the corners of Nanke's lips, and was quickly washed away by the growing cold rain.

Chen Changsheng looked at the dagger in his hand and felt the powerful sword intent, not knowing what to do.

In fact, the sword was not in the yellow paper umbrella or the dagger, but in his body.

Because the man who wanted to help with the sword was him.

He raised his head, walked to the boundary between Shitai and Shinto, looked at Nanke in the rain outside Baizhang, and said, "Now, I seem to be able to defeat you."

The rain was flowing on Nanke’s pale face, dripping down the wet black hair and looking a little pitiful, but her expression was still so cold and arrogant, and she couldn’t see the two straight losing swords, and there was no room for fighting back , The voice is also cold: "This is not your sword intention at all!"

Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while and asked, "So?"

Nan Ke said with a blank expression: "Even if I lose, it is also in the hands of this sword, what does it have to do with you?"

Yes, this sword will not belong to Chen Changsheng. Whether she is playing against Chen Changsheng, or the pair of powerful demon warriors watching under Shento, or the old violin player, or Xu Yourong, who just opened her eyes and saw this scene, she knows this very well.

The sword is too sharp, which is completely inconsistent with Chen Changsheng's Tao. The key is that this sword is too strong. This kind of strength can even make up for the difference between the number of true elements. It cannot be tempered by time. Such swordsmanship requires at least hundreds of years of kendo search. He was only fifteen years old, and no matter how talented he is in kendo, it is impossible to achieve this!

No one can do it, nor can the Demon Race.

Even if Zhou Du|hufu lived again, he couldn't do it.

"Yes, this is not my sword intention." Chen Changsheng looked at the endless grassland behind the beast tide like a black ocean under the tomb, and then looked at Nanke said: "But this sword intention came to me, willing For my use, it proves that I am qualified to use it, then it...is my sword intention."

Nanke asked: "Where did this sword intention come from?"

Chen Changsheng looked at her eyes and said honestly: "You should have guessed it."

Around the mausoleum, the shinto up and down, a quiet, shocked.

Although Nan Ke has guessed the truth of the matter, as Chen Changsheng said, he still cannot believe it and is very unwilling.

The rain was like a rainstorm, the dampness was biting, but her voice was dry: "Jianchi?"

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(Caper is talking about that sword, and it is also saying that Nanke jumped the grid on the Shinto. Today, Chapter 2 is completed, but I can’t jump, and I will continue to write... Chapter 3 will definitely be very, very, very, very late, okay At the weekend, everyone does not have to go to work tomorrow, 5555, I thought I would go to work tomorrow, I felt so sad...)

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