Chapter 321: Hit the wrist

Nanke followed the Shinto to the place dozens of feet before Shitai and looked at the picture in front of the main entrance of the tomb. His mood was slightly different. Xu Yourong closed her eyes, her face pale and quiet, as if what was about to happen had nothing to do with her. This gesture represents her absolute trust in someone. Someone is naturally Chen Changsheng standing on the edge of Shitai.
Nan Ke looked to Chen Changsheng, somewhat puzzled, even if he was Xu Yourong's fiancé, how could she be so trusted? Chen Changsheng is also watching her. In the early morning of that day, on the bank of the lake covered with reeds, he and Nanke only had a face-to-face meeting, and then turned to enter the grassland. After a few tens of days passed, he saw this horrible Demon girl again.
It is inaccurate to say that she is a girl. She looks like a childish eyebrow in her early twenties. The distance between her eyes is slightly wider, so that her forehead is also somewhat wide. Her eyes are indifferent or dull, giving a feeling of woodiness, and This is precisely because the peacock soul in her eyebrows was too strong. He confirmed that he had read correctly that the little girl was indeed sick. He thought about it and said nothing. After running away in the grassland for so long, he had already thought clearly that the cross-eyed eyes were indeed not good words, and he was very nervous at this time, and the hand holding the dagger sword handle did not sweat. , But the knuckles are a bit white.
He now knows that Nanke is the Princess of the Demon Race, and is said to be the one with the highest bloodline talent among all the children of the Demon King. What is more terrifying is that she is the only disciple of the mysterious and powerful Devil Warrior Black Robes . At the lakeside there, he couldn't even beat the two maids of Nanke. Even if the sword skill has been greatly improved, how can she be her opponent?
The real battle never begins. This battle, which takes place on the mausoleum of the mausoleum, will determine the ownership of Zhou Ling and the ultimate success or failure of the devil’s conspiracy. Naturally, there will be no such long-winded lines and temptations. There was no delay or any signs. As the wind rose around the tomb, the battle began.
The green wings spread behind the Nanke in the wind, with a buzzing sound, which means that the air is rapidly deforming and being shaken. Her petite body disappeared from the place instantly, and came to Chen Changsheng’s next moment. In front of her, she stretched out her thin index finger, with a terrifying breath, piercing his eyebrows.
She came too fast and moved faster, so much so that she has been gathering momentum for a long time, and has already urged the sword to the extreme Chen Changsheng...too late to produce a sword. With her wings, her speed is too fast and unimaginable, and she can probably be ranked at the forefront of the entire continent. Except for characters like Jin Yulu, who can keep up?
At this time, Chen Changsheng's any response, such as drawing a sword, a horizontal sword, stabbing, cutting, hacking, and prodging, was too late.
He couldn't keep up with Nanke's speed and rhythm. As long as he tried to move, he would surely be preempted by her fingertips.
Her finger is very slender, it looks ordinary, but the aura between her fingers is terrifying. Anyone can imagine what will happen if you are hit by this finger.
So he can only do nothing, retreat backwards, and then retreat into nothingness.
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Buzz! This soft sound came from Nanke's fingertips, and that terrifying enthusiasm was condensed and unsent. He failed to touch Chen Changsheng's eyebrows, but seemed to split the space on the edge of the stone platform.
Chen Changsheng suddenly disappeared in front of her eyes, which finally made some changes in her expression.
This is a difficult thing to understand, but it didn't make her think too much, nor let her be vigilant, because she understood it, but didn't care.
Chen Changsheng's figure had just appeared on another place on the stone platform. She appeared almost at the same time, still pointing at his brow. On the contrary, this fact made Chen Changsheng somewhat unexpected. How can the other party keep up with his own pace? You have to know that this has nothing to do with speed. He uses the most mysterious and unpredictable, shortest distance to avoid the fastest step.
His figure disappeared again, and the figure of Nanke also disappeared. At the next moment, his figure appeared in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, followed by the figure of Nan Ke. There was no gust of wind on the high platform in front of the tomb. When any sound happened, it was extremely strange.
There is no way for Chen Changsheng to get rid of her, there is no way to get rid of the thin finger that is getting closer and closer to his eyebrows, there is no way to get rid of that terrible breath and the smell of death.
He stepped out of Xuesu step by step, avoiding the finger. When he appeared, he found that he had been forced to the edge of the high platform by Nanke.
In the dynasty test, at the lakeside, Ye Shibu, who had defeated him countless times, obviously had no meaning for Nanke.
But at least this earned him some time.
Between the silent, weird figure tending to swept away, time walked out of the short segment distance, after all, he walked some distance, giving him the chance to shoot the sword.
Across the thin finger, his eyes fell on her eyebrows, his expression focused on him.
rub! An extremely bright sword light appeared on the edge of the platform, as if to illuminate the dark sky.
It is also the downhill stick of the State Education College.
This is his most familiar and favorite stick method, or swordsmanship, so it is the fastest.
But... still not as fast as Nanke, or that Nanke is too strong to break his sword at will.
To make a sword, you must at least use your wrist.
Fingers, just move your fingers.
The Nanke stabbed at his browed finger slightly, his fingertip hitting his sword with extreme precision.
When the sound was clear, it seemed to be a newly cast tile clock, hit by a black stone held by a swallow.
Chen Changsheng's short sword swayed, and a force that was for him a mammoth, unbearable load passed down the shoulder of the sword.
If it is an ordinary sword, Nanke's finger will be broken.
If it is an ordinary human cultivator who passes through the upper reaches, Nanke's finger will shock his shoulder.
Fortunately, this short sword is not an ordinary sword. Chen Changsheng's body after bathing dragon blood is more perfect than a perfect pith washing.
When Nanke's fingertips continued to come toward his eyebrows, the short sword in his hand waved back like a reed.
It is still the downhill stick of the National College of Education, but this time it is no longer a thorn, but a smash.
The short sword in his hand fell towards... Nanke's wrist.
He did not attack Nanke's eyebrows, because it has been confirmed that the speed is still determined by strength, and his speed cannot exceed Nanke.
He can only choose the one with the shortest attack distance.
This movement is very small, you need to turn your wrist and look casual.
At this moment, the sword is no longer a sword, but a teaching stick, or a true teaching pointer.
He no longer uses swordsmanship, but a real downhill stick.
He wants to hit Nanke's wrist, just like a teacher punishes tough students.
A crackling sound.
He hit.
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(When writing a fight, I have to simulate it in my head to make sure it can be played. Now I find that this is really tired. Shake my head. The next chapter will be written very late.)
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