Chapter 517: Half Bridge Rain, Half Bridge Snow

"This sword is somewhat unusual."
Standing on the bow of the ship, looking at the stone bridge in the snow one mile away, and perceiving that sword, the expressionless face of King Linghai finally changed a little.
Si Yuan Dao Ren said: "The disciple of the business dean is naturally unusual."
The sword released by Chen Changsheng is very strong, but not enough to shock the powerful players like them. His emotional change comes from the two layers of meaning blended in the sword.
This sword is very hot.
Chen Changsheng knew that no matter the number of true elements or the intensity of his consciousness, he was far less than Xu Yourong, who had the blood of the true phoenix, so he did not hesitate to light the fire in his heart.
At the beginning of this battle, he hadn't really produced a sword, and if he did, he must be the strongest sword.
A ray of consciousness fell on the Wanli Snowfield outside his secluded palace, and the Wanli Snowfield started to burn at the same time. The bridge on Neihe also started to burn, and no trace of flame could be seen, but the temperature could be felt rising.
It was only an instant that the snow flakes falling on his body melted and turned into water in the air, crashing down on him and the bridge deck, washing away all the snow that had previously been carried on.
The sword was very straight, and it was similar to the sword that was used to resist Xu Yourong's avalanche, but it should be more straight, not a cliff or a river bank, or a straight line.
Only because of its straightness, it was tough, and the unmarked sword was still not cast in his hands. However, the snow on the bridge had solidified in the air, and a straight line appeared in the middle of the bridge.
Naihe Bridge is divided into two very different worlds because of this line.
He is here, Xu Yourong is there.
Rain is here, snow is there.
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Jianyi enveloped the stone bridge, rain and snow.
Chen Changsheng raised the unscaled sword in his hand, his eyes calm and firm.
This was the first time he followed Su Li Xuejian to burn a sword, so he tried to burn Zhenyuan so violently, but the quantity and power of the true Yuan carried by this sword were not as good as Xu Yourong's previous avalanche. But the spirit of his sword is fuller, more focused and sharper.
Mao Qiuyu suddenly took a step towards the bow of the ship, looked at the bridge deck in the distance, frowned in disbelief, and said, "How does it feel a bit like Wang Po's knife?"
Tang Thirty-six said: "It is Wang Po's sword."
When he said this, he looked very dignified. He had said before that this match was only divided into victory and defeat, not related to life or death, so he didn’t care much, but at this time, looking at Chen Changsheng’s sword intention, he began to have no confidence in his judgment, and then Start to get upset.
The people standing at the bow of the ship heard Mao Qiuyu and Tang 36, and they were a little shocked. Then they naturally thought of the rain battle in Xunyang City. As for Xue He, who also used the sword, his emotions were more complicated. The bridge's eyes are extremely focused, and do not want to miss any details later.
Xu Shiji said with a blank expression: "This child has the opportunity to learn from so many strong men. It is really good luck."
"This has nothing to do with luck." Mao Qiuyu said solemnly: "If you want to learn Wang Po's swordsmanship, you have to practice his swordsmanship, which can't be done by anyone."
This sentence is correct.
Previously, Chen Changsheng used Nanxizhai's swordsmanship to make his voice out of the sky. It can be said that he knew a lot of knowledge and had the help of the state religion.
But wanting to learn Wang Po's knife approach is not so simple.
To believe in Wang Po's sword, he must practice it without hesitation.
And this is why Tang Sanshi worried.
Wang Po's knife is in a straight word.
No matter how powerful the enemy before the iron sword is, even if there is no strong man who can possibly be defeated, the hand holding the sword must be so stable, and the blade should be directed so straight.
To do this, the swordsman's heart must be as straight as the blade.
The seemingly shabby middle-aged man proved this with countless battles in Tianliang County, Tang Family in Wenshui, Huaiyuan in the South, and Xunyang City.
The bow of the ship was silent. Those strong men whose real strength was far above Chen Changsheng asked themselves whether they could walk the king's broken sword, and finally they could only get a negative answer.
On the bridge.
Chen Changsheng's sword has not come out, the sword intention has come out.
The snow falling from the sky turned into raindrops, woven into a rain curtain, and the pieces shattered.
The broken raindrops near him were all evaporated into mist and caged his body inside.
Xu Yourong stood in the snow, his eyes slightly dimmed, revealing a dignified expression—white gauze covered her face, and rain and fog disturbed her sight, but did not affect her perception of the sword.
She is very clear that if she crosses the line in the middle of Neihe Bridge, she will usher in Chen Changsheng's unreserved and certainly his strongest sword.
This sword must inevitably be divided.
Of course, she can also continue to stand in the snow, waiting for possible changes later. But that may also mean that Chen Changsheng can elevate Jianyi to a more terrible situation.
If he can do it.
Chen Changsheng burned his true element unreservedly, using Wang Dao’s never-handed knife path to draw a clear path on the Naihe Bridge in the snow.
He drew a line to the battle.
He let Xu Yourong choose.
White gauze fluttering.
Xu Yourong closed his eyes.
Then she opened her eyes again.
Opening and closing your eyes is just a moment.
In this moment, she has made her own choice.
Luoshui under the bridge kept receiving snow flakes and light rain, shaking gently.
The big ship on the distant water was also shaking slightly.
The body of a Tianjige painter standing at the forefront of the ship suddenly shook. The other two painters from Tianji Pavilion also changed their expressions dramatically.
Then there was the sound of their shaking and trembling.
"That sword?"
"Is it over so soon?"
The three painters are all in the star world, not the strongest person present.
But they have watched and recorded countless famous battles. They are the most sensitive to changes in the battle, so they first understand what happened.
Immediately afterwards, Mao Qiuyu, Si Yuan Taoist and others also understood.
Above Luoshui, there was silence.
All this is just because the the bridge of Nei opened her eyes again.
White gauze fluttered, the wind and snow turbulent, but could not cover her eyes.
There was a faint golden light spot floating out of the white gauze.
Do those light spots come out of her eyes?
Zhaijian trembles gently in the snow. The snowflakes that fell on the sword were instantly smoky.
Half of the bridge is snow and smoke, and half is rain and mist, as if in the clouds, not like the world.
At this time, Xu Yourong seemed to be gone.
She is so sacred and dignified that even the most ordinary people can feel that there is a force in her that has gone beyond the world.
Looking at this scene on the bridge, Mao Qiuyu, Si Yuan Taoist, and King of Linghai showed incredible expressions, and at the same time tremblingly said, "Great light sword?"
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