Chapter 520: Hui Jianjian

Folded his sleeves and looked at the smoke and snow on the bridge, and said, "It's true."
No one refuted his words. If Chen Changsheng’s Kendo cultivation showed great emotion to the shocked people, Xu Yourong’s display of the realm of water was shocking to the point of speech, just like what Tang Thirty-six said to Chen Changsheng in Li Ziyuan Inn that year. , She always makes people speechless.
Since the beginning of the war, Xu Yourong has been calmly controlling the situation on the Neihe Bridge. Chen Changsheng's sword is up and down, and it seems powerful, but it is passively broken after all. If Chen Changsheng has been incredible, then until this time, it is still calm. Xu Yourong, how strong is it?
Jianyi invaded the stone bridge, the sword force crushed the formation, the smoke and snow flew together with the rain and mist, and the light confronted the running water.
The people on both sides of the Luoshui can only see the beautiful rain and snow pictures and the vaguely seemingly mythical scenes, and they can’t understand the meaning of it. They keep cheering and exclaiming, but the people on the big boat are coming. The quieter, especially the big names on the bow.
Because they saw perfection.
The stone bridge is between heaven and earth, and the light travels between heaven and earth. All the swordsmanship between heaven and earth seems to appear on the stone bridge.
The realm of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong cannot be regarded as a super first-class master in today's world, that is, at least ten people on a big ship can easily beat them, but their sensibility and kendo cultivation skills in this battle, but It can be said that it is almost perfect, which means that they have unimaginable potential. As long as there is no big accident, these people on the bow will be surpassed by them one by one. The youngest Southern Virgin and the future pope are indeed extraordinary.
Xue He did not know when he had reached the forefront of the bow. Looking at the battle picture on the bridge, his emotions became more and more complicated. The hand stroking the broken arm had already fallen, and he held a non-existent knife in the sky in the snow. The handle seems to want to participate in this battle. Suddenly, his expression changed a little, because he vaguely caught some of the most complex sword marks in the smoke, snow, rain and mist, and he caught some familiar tastes. It was not the taste of swords, but the taste of swords. what happened?
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong are obviously swords, why did they break the bridge intentionally? That knife is still so dangerous! Xue He suddenly remembered that Chen Changsheng used Wang Po's sword, thinking that he understood the truth and stopped thinking more, and continued to immerse himself in this battle, trying to gain more insight.
Chen Changsheng, who was standing on the bridge, didn’t feel the sword. The first was that the battle was too tense and difficult to distract. The second was because he was a player in the game. More importantly, the sword that Xue He felt was not From his and Xu Yourong's swords, but... when he and Xu Yourong's swordsmanship blended together, some aftertaste spattered out.
If he can find this detail at this time, or he can think about something.
It is a pity that he failed to find that his sight and spirit fell into the tens of thousands of rays of light in the smoke and snow, the consciousness was running at a high speed, the calculation and deduction continued, and Hui Jian kept chopping out. Remember the terrible big light sword that resisted behind that line.
He doesn’t know how many swords he has used. He only knows that he hasn’t learned all the swordsmanship in heaven and earth. It is very hard to support. When he was in Xunyang City, he could only use the burning sword several times. After dozens of times, the amount of true elements provided by the burning snow field has long been exhausted, and at this time it is entirely supported by the lake outside the Yufu Mansion.
But he was not worried because it turned out that his preparation for seven days was useful. Xu Yourong unexpectedly learned the Great Bright Sword. The sacred and solemn sword that looked like the sea and the dew had never been able to break through. The line in the middle of the bridge, and he believes that Xu Yourong can't support it for too long.
When Xu Yourong's Zhenyuan could no longer support the Daguangmingjian, it was his chance to counterattack.
But, I don't know why, there is a feeling in his heart that he doesn't want to end there.
Because he was very happy at this time.
Although Hui Jian kept squeezing the consciousness, burning the sword constantly consuming the true yuan, and stupid sword constantly torturing the spirit, but he was still very happy.
It was like playing chess. Suddenly, I met an opponent with similar skills and good chess.
It was like drinking, and suddenly I met a buddy who had the same amount of wine and had a glass of wine.
Or it's the argument, meeting a fellow at the same table who is amiable and absolutely insultable.
Looking at the bright figure of the girl in Yanxue Chen Changsheng felt this way.
He even felt as if he had returned to Zhou Yuan and was talking with the girl in the prairie snow temple.
Incisively.
Hearty.
happy.
And calm.
He even felt that Xu Yourong in Yanxue should have the same thoughts as himself.
Yes, Xu Yourong thought the same way, of course, it was clearer than he thought.
Xu Yourong didn't think of any chess companions, but immediately thought of the night in the Snow Temple.
For this Battle of Neiqiao, he and she prepared for a full seven days.
More than 300 sheets of manuscript paper full of deduction calculations and 17 star maps are in the smoke, snow, rain and fog, and in the traces of sword intention.
They play, talk and fight in this way.
If it can continue this way, it is naturally good, but in fact it is not possible.
The falling snow shattered, the falling rain shattered, the surface of the stone bridge shattered into a cobweb, and the Luoshui under the bridge was covered with ten thousand scales.
Both Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong reached the end of their respective paths.
The figure of the girl had already emerged from the snow, very close to the line in the middle of the bridge, but the steps became much heavier.
The change of Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship gradually began to stagnate. It was no longer as agile as it was at first, and even felt unpredictable.
The smoke and snow suddenly fell, the rain and mist suddenly dispersed, but the bridge was inexplicably clear.
The two figures met on the bridge.
If there is a piece of chess left, only the last two hands are left, and the winner will be divided.
Like a dim sum, there are some small yellow flowers in the wolf bowl dishes, which is a good way to kill.
In the wind and snow, people go to the temple empty, only the ashes in front of the gods still have some warmth.
White gauze fluttered, Xu Yourong's eyes were divine and bright, like the stars on the chart.
Chen Changsheng held the sword lightly, and the sword edge passed through the falling snow again, as if three hundred sheets of paper were flying in the small building of the National College of Education.
Xu Yourong flew up, as if the gods came into the world, with a sword against the light, stabbing Chen Changsheng.
Hui Jian, cut.
Zhaijian, broken.
At this time, something happened that no one thought of.
Chen Changsheng originally held the sword handle with both hands, but at this time he suddenly released his left hand and stretched out to the handle of the sword that broke into the snow.
What does he want to do? Even if his body has been bathed in dragon blood, it is comparable to the most perfect washing of the marrow, but in the end it is still the body of flesh and blood. How can it withstand the sharp edge of the jade sword, not to mention Xu Yourong’s Tianfeng Zhenyuan attached to the jade sword at this time, with With the infinite light coming, even if it is Mao Qiuyu this level of power, I am afraid not to dare to pick it with one hand!
Chen Changsheng's movements are casual and natural, like reaching for a book by reaching for the bookshelf.
He certainly didn't want to resist this sword with his left hand.
He just wanted to get in touch with this sword.
In addition to the light on Xue Kong and Zhaijian, his fingers pointed to a looming connection.
Zhai Jian was originally brought from Zhou Garden!
He is very familiar with the sword meaning of Zhaijian, how can Zhaijian not recognize his breath?
There are sword pools in Zhouyuan, and 10,000 old swords are fighting with him, including Zhaijian. All these swords are his companions. His fellow robe is above the battlefield. sword? At the moment of life and death, how can your partner not hear your rescue?
There is an unimaginable breath fluctuation on the bridge!
Zhai Jian shivered violently in the snow, and then flew towards Chen Changsheng quickly.
It is flying, not thorn, because there is no hostility, and no killing intention!
The Great Light Sword suddenly dissolves!
However, something more shocking happened-Xu Yourong seems to have already counted this scene already!
Still holding the Zhai sword in her right hand, she took advantage of the situation, and the white dress danced in the snow, her figure turned into bloodshed, and she gathered thousands of light, and came directly to Chen Changsheng. If it wasn't for Chen Changsheng's last moment to use his consciousness to shake the Zhaijian, no matter how fast Xu Yourong's body style would be, it would not be possible to break through his scale-free sword so fast!
Chen Changsheng counted seven days.
She also counted him seven days.
There was a soft sound.
Either because his control of Zhaijian came too late, or Xu Yourong was a saint after all, but he reunited with Zhaijian for seven days, but his control of Zhaijian was stronger than Chen Changsheng thought, or because it happened Something that neither of them wanted to understand.
Zhai Jian stabbed into Chen Changsheng's left shoulder and burst out a blood.
Then, Zhai Jian fell into his hands.
The wind and snow danced gently again, and howled, as if the world and earth felt a little surprised.
I don't know why, Chen Changsheng's movements are a little sluggish. The non-stained sword on his right hand was originally wonderful to the mark of the millipore, and a little deviation occurred.
A ray of wind rose, and Xu Yourong stretched out her slender index finger, which seemed to be slow, but in reality it was extremely fast to Chen Changsheng's eyebrows.
If it is an ordinary finger, it can't threaten Chen Changsheng's life at all. Although his body after bathing in dragon blood can't resist the famous sword on the hundred weapon list, it will not be broken by a slender finger. However, for no reason, he suddenly felt a great sense of danger in his heart, and even felt that his life was about to be lost.
Xu Yourong's fingertips shone a little light, like fireflies, but it seemed to contain infinite energy.
No one can be faster than her finger.
At least in the few battles that occurred, no one except Nanke could match the speed of her finger.
Since the beginning of the war, she has never spread the wings of the phoenix because she does not need it.
Without a colorful phoenix and flying wings, he has a clear heart.
This is the spirit finger!
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