Chapter 322: A rainbow rises in the grassland

With a snapping sound, the short sword in Chen Changsheng's hand accurately hit Nanke's wrist. If it wasn't Nanke's previous finger, it was too magical, so that the short sword's blade would flutter like catkins, wanting to be in the shortest time Li falls, he can only follow the trend, he can even forcibly turn his wrist, slashing her wrist with a sword.
Even if he can’t, his seemingly subtle falling sword still contains great power. Even the adult demon won’t be able to turn a blind eye, but Nan Ke’s expression remains unchanged, as if there is no feeling, and the root is as sharp as a tail. Although his finger deviated from the original direction, he continued to move forward hard and stabbed his chest and abdomen accurately!
A spring thunder burst on the high platform in front of the mausoleum. Chen Changsheng's body turned into a streamer and flicked backwards. With a dull impact, he fell heavily on the stone door of the mausoleum. The smoke and dust followed the gap between the door and the stone door and the ground. The gap between them spattered out and spread over the stone platform, making the picture a little blurry.
In the friction between the clothes and the rough stone surface, Chen Changsheng slipped from the stone door to the ground, his knees were slightly bent, his face was pale, and the blood that was about to swell out of his throat was swallowed back into his abdomen and the sea was shaken The pain he brought could not be eliminated. What was more terrible was that countless stone debris fell in the Lingshan guilin where his quiet palace was located. The seemingly random blow of Nanke almost caused him to be seriously injured.
The bent knee gradually straightened, and the rushing blood and Zhenyuan gradually calmed down. He stood up and stared at Nanke's eyes, waiting for the next attack.
Nan Ke did not immediately launch a second attack, but looked at his left hand.
Chen Changsheng held a short sword in his right hand and a yellow paper umbrella in his left hand. After walking out of the tomb, the umbrella was always held in his hand.
Previously, Nanke's finger failed to directly stab his chest and abdomen, but stabbed on the umbrella.
Like many little girls, Nanke's eyebrows are very thin, and a little light. At this time, looking at the yellow paper umbrella in his hand, his eyebrows were raised, and it seemed a bit unexpected. She had heard the careful return of the two maids, Huicui and Ningqiu, about the battle with Chen Changsheng. She knew that this young man had an old umbrella, which was a little weird. However, until the moment before, the horrific murderous intention and power that she coagulated between her fingers were blocked by the umbrella at all times, and she did not understand what the so-called weirdness was. But what really surprised her was that Chen Changsheng did not get knocked down and stood up.
Even if the old umbrella with defensive ability beyond imagination is used as a cut-off, most of his strength will inevitably fall on Chen Changsheng. He is not Xu Yourong, nor is that monster princess called Luoluo, who does not have enough powerful bloodline talent, Even if it is a perfect washing of the marrow, there is no reason to bear it. Why can he stand up?
She didn't think much, because of some accidental accidents, she couldn't change the trend.
This great mausoleum will be inherited by her, and Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng's adulterers are bound to die in her hands.
"Yes, your step is wrong." She looked at Chen Changsheng and said.
Beast tide is like sea on the grassland behind her, and the sky is like shadow at night.
When she said this, her chin lifted slightly and her expression was indifferent. She was obviously much shorter than Chen Changsheng, but she was in a dominance. She was obviously younger than Chen Changsheng, and she spoke like she was educating her students. Just a petite or even thin little girl, but it seems like a generation of guru.
Chen Changsheng knew she was right. His Ye Zibu, inspired by the assassinated Yeshi tribe and the discovery in Daozang, is only a simplified version. More precisely, this version of Ye Shibu was originally in the state religion many years ago. A kind of imitation that a former sage could try.
Nanke is not a Yeshi tribe, but she is the most noble and pure royal family in the Demon Clan. Her bloodline talent allows her to master Yeshibu, and it is the perfect version of Yeshibu.
He just used Ye Zhibu to play against her and had to say that it was a very stupid thing.
The reason why Nanke said this was because Chen Changsheng's inverted stick in the Taoist College had a very obvious disciplinary meaning, which made her very unhappy. She wanted to make him understand who was qualified to teach each other.
After this sentence was over, her purpose was achieved, and naturally no more nonsense.
Her figure disappeared suddenly on the edge of Shitai. The next moment, she appeared again in front of Chen Changsheng, still stabbing with one finger, still piercing his eyebrow.
A few decades ago, in the wetland on the edge of the grassland, Chen Changsheng looked at her on the shore and said that she was sick, that she was cross-eyed, and that the pine cones in her eyebrows were stretched out by a powerful soul, then She is about to poke a blood hole in his eyebrow today to see if there is any problem in him. At the same time, she also wants to see which of the three eyes and the cross-eyed eyes are more ugly.
She is a magical princess with amazing blood talents, but after all, she is a little girl in her early twenties. Naturally, her anger is inevitable, but her attack is definitely not a child's play, very terrifying.
Chen Changsheng knew that he couldn't be faster than her in a previous defeat, no matter how he was doing or how fast he was shooting, so he couldn't attack with her, so he could only defend.
The cold wind swelled in the mausoleum, as if coming to midwinter, countless sword lights lit around his body, and then condensed, as if the first rays of sunlight in the early morning lighted snowflakes before the village.
Xuan Shuang's coldness came out through the sword. Before the main entrance of the mausoleum, hundreds of ice mirrors were transformed. The shape and texture of those ice mirrors are extremely round. Each mirror is his sword intention.
Only a crackling sound was heard, and the ice mirror turned into countless frost flakes flying out, forming a snowball in the dark sky, and it shattered.
Almost at the same moment, dozens of ice glasses in front of him shattered at the same time.
Before the main entrance of the mausoleum, there was a strange snow. The snow grains were very hard, and even the ballast was frozen, and the cold wind suddenly changed.
A clear hole appeared in the wind and snow, and anyone could see that it was the result of a thin figure.
The cold wind blew on Chen Changsheng's face, and the slender eyelashes shuddered and could not stand still.
The figure of Nan Ke appeared, still the thin finger, still piercing his eyebrow.
With a clatter, Chen Changsheng's left hand stretched out the yellow paper umbrella, and the right hand dagger was cut, the real sword of the State Education Academy!
Nanke's fingertips fell on the umbrella surface, as if a tree branch protruded into the wet bedding with a slight muffled noise.
Then she drifted back, avoiding the pure sword power, and stood back to the edge of the stone platform, her wings slowly drifting in the snow and frost.
Her fingers are not branches, but a mountain.
Chen Changsheng's body was shocked again, and he hit the stone gate of the mausoleum heavily.
He stood very close to the stone gate, but hit harder, and even the rain and snowflakes accumulated on the ground were jumped by the impact.
As the smoke and dust rose again, he slipped from the stone door of the mausoleum to the ground. This time it took him a longer time to stand up hard when the smoke and dust had collected.
Looking at the Nanke standing on the edge of Shitai, his eyes were not shaken, but he was helpless.
This devil's little princess is really too powerful, already powerful to a terrifying level.
Regardless of the number and strength of the true yuan, or the cultivation of the state and fighting consciousness, and the most basic and most important power and speed, he is far behind the other party.
Now his sword is clear, his sword is clear and dustless, and it is perfect, just like the ice mirrors he cut with his sword.
However, these perfect ice mirrors, condensed by perfect swordsmanship, are in front of this Demon Princess...can't withstand a blow.
She is a big mountain.
No matter how beautiful the garden architecture is, how to blend in a seamless state of mind, no matter how strong the body, no matter how cold the sword, will be directly crushed by this big mountain.
How can I defeat her?
Unless he has the same blood talents and the same amount of true yuan.
But he didn't.
The veins in his body are destined to make it difficult for him to live through his twenties, and it is destined that his practice path is in some ways much harder than normal practitioners, even if he attracts more starlight and stores it outside the Yufu Many lakes, no matter how thick the snowfields are in the wilderness, no matter how violently they are, they still can't output enough true yuan.
Then he has only one way to make his sword stronger.
Three thousand Dao Zang, all kinds of swordsmanship, just there, for people to read, and then practice, even if the back is like a stream, it is only three thousand Dao Zang, all kinds of swordsmanship.
If you want to make the sword stronger in a short time, it has nothing to do with the swordsmanship, it can only make the sword stronger.
In other words, find a stronger sword.
Where to find such a powerful sword intention?
So far, is it finally the end?
No, Chen Changsheng didn't think so, because he had walked through the long grassland and came to this mausoleum because of a sword intention.
These days, he has been thinking about what it means for the sword to summon himself to come here, and whether the sword needs to do something by himself. It seems that this speculation may not be wrong now, but at least at this moment It is not that the sword intention needs him, but that he needs the sword intention.
The sword was hidden around this magnificent mausoleum for some reason.
That sword intention must be waiting for him.
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The sun never sets at dusk, the grassland is gloomy, the sky in the distance is obscured by the horrible shadow, and the cold and smell emanating from the tide of the black ocean on the grassland keeps floating towards the air, I don’t know if it is because For these reasons, a lot of clouds gradually gathered over the tomb, and the air became damp and cold.
Without warning, a cold rain fell, wet the boulders in the mausoleum, and painted the world darker.
Wrapped in sackcloth, Xu Yourong leaned on the corner beside the main entrance of the mausoleum, so he could get wet by the cold rain.
Chen Changsheng stood under the yellow paper umbrella in the cold rain and looked at the Nanke on the edge of Shitai, not knowing what he was thinking.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
Not because Nanke was shining brightly, not because of what he thought of, but because his eyes crossed Nanke and landed in the depths of the distant grassland and saw a rainbow.
The rainbow should actually be said to be a rainbow of light, because there are no colorful colors, just white dazzling.
The light in his eyes is the shadow of the rainbow.
The yellow paper umbrella in his hand trembled slightly.
The rainbow of light rose tens of miles northwest.
There is no rain in the grasslands there, and weeds and reeds are everywhere under water, more like a sea.
There was a wild grass there that suddenly shattered.
The calm water in the grass shattered suddenly.
Grass shatters into crumbs, water shatters into lines.
Those patterns are very similar to the common patterns on swords.
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(The annual ticket, everyone just casts a free ticket every day. This is very serious. Furthermore, the cast is that the two ends are scattered, and the vice editions are going to vomit blood... In fact, this episode, I am sure I can write vomiting blood. I can’t say that I’m not good at writing battles, because I have written a lot of good battle pictures. I am essentially a romance novelist, don’t you? See you tomorrow.)
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