The sky in Zhouyuan is lower than the sky in the real world, and it is easier to measure distance with the naked eye.

As he fell to the ground from Muyu, Chen Changsheng clearly saw that the blue sky was rapidly moving away.

The bitter cold wind cut his cheeks like a knife, reminding him of the time he was chased by Nanke's wings a few years ago in Zhouyuan. He broke out from the lake and was about to be killed. Suddenly, a hand reached out from the night sky, grabbed his collar, and took it away.

Unfortunately, Xu Yourong was not in Zhouyuan today, so naturally he couldn't catch him.

Fortunately, there are water plants and lakes everywhere below Muyu, or there is a glimmer of vitality.

A loud bang rang in his ears.

The soft lake surface became extremely hard, and countless pains poured into his mind from all over his body.

At that moment, he felt that all the bones were about to break.

Countless green, cold lake water poured into his face and kept slapping.

He remembered again the scene of running away in the lake three years ago.

Blood flowed out from the corners of his lips and spread in the water, turning into a light pink mist.

Hundreds of fish swam out of the water grass around them, swam into the blood mist almost like crazy, and kept shuttled through.

After being changed to fate by the Saint of Tianhai, his blood is no longer delicious but highly poisonous honey, but it still has unimaginable benefits.

No matter what level of life, he is instinctively willing to get close to his blood.

The so-called desire to be close is sometimes greed, and there is no difference between the two.

Those fish swimming wildly in the blood mist, like some humans, have no reason to speak of in the face of huge temptations.

People who are truly unconscious are less likely to be tempted by this kind of temptation.

Before he fell into a coma, Chen Changsheng was thinking about these problems that were not available, and finally thought of Nanke.

He closed his eyes and lay quietly under the water.

The water plants slowly fluttered around, touching his feet from time to time.

It was like the demon's hand that was poked out from nothingness, trying to drag him into the bottomless abyss.

He opened his eyes.

From coma to waking up, only a very short time has passed.

The lake surface has not been completely filled with water.

Chen Changsheng looked up at the water and started moving.

His feet were stomping at an unimaginable speed, bringing up two water dragons, with amazing momentum.

With a loud bang, a white column of water grew on the lake, looking like a waterfall flowing back to the sky.

Chen Changsheng landed on the shore of the lake, preparing to sweep another small lake towards the northeast.

That small lake can lead to the world other than Zhouyuan.

As long as he gets there, he should be able to hide for a while with the help of the sword intent left by the Cangtian Sword.

He needs all this time to think about what happened, at least to stabilize his current injury.

But he suddenly stopped and turned around.

Shang Xingzhou stood on the shore opposite, looking at him expressionlessly.

Chen Changsheng's face was a little pale.

He was born to be innocent, and he was perfectly washed away at the National Education College, and bathed in the bottom of Beixin Bridge. No one except the Demon Lord could compare his body strength with him. In addition to the most critical moment, he fell from Muyu Peak to the ground more than ten miles away and was still alive.

But he was still seriously injured.

His ribs were not broken, there were cracks on them, and the pain was deeply rooted in the bone.

The most important thing is that his sea of ​​consciousness was greatly shocked and his heart of Tao could not return to peace.

The most desperate thing is that he has no sword now, and even the scabbard is not around.

This means he cannot summon thousands of swords in the scabbard.

These days he practiced swords in the stone chamber of Ligong, thinking about Shenxuan, and adjusting his state to the peak, just for today's battle.

He prepared a lot for today's battle.

The three swords that Su Li passed to him, the sword intent he experienced in Li Shan, the sword division technique of Nanxizhai and even the sword formation, had been integrated by him.

He believed that he, who was in his best condition, should be qualified to challenge his master in Zhouyuan.

However, just as the battle began, he lost his sword.

All swords.

He was able to defeat so many powerful enemies over the years because of his sword.

He is called a kendo genius by the world, and now many people even think that he is already a kendo master.

But without the sword, what else can he do? What else can he be?

The question now is, why did Shang Xingzhou take all his swords with his hand?

This is not a problem for Chen Changsheng, but in the past years, he forgot these things.

Many years ago, he cut off the golden dragon's whiskers by the stream, refined a sword, and handed it over to his disciple.

That is the Wuqi Sword that Chen Changsheng has been with him for many years.

That sword sheath was originally the treasure of Li Palace, Zangfeng.

It was also what Shang Xingzhou took away from the palace and handed over to him.

Shang Xingzhou said nothing wrong.

Whether it is the Wudi Sword or the Hidden Sword Scabbage, it is all for Chen Changsheng.

Even the engagement with Xu Yourong was given to Chen Changsheng by him.

When the rest of the people refused.

Since everything was given to Chen Changsheng by him, he could naturally take it back at any time.

This is qualification, and it is also ability.

There is no doubt that this is the strongest winner.

But this method is hidden too deeply.

It's a bit chilling.

It has been ten years since he took the short sword in the old temple in Xining Town?

Shang Xingzhou's next words are even more heartbreaking.

"How old are you this year?"

Chen Changsheng is his student and he raised him in Xining Town.

But he didn't know Chen Changsheng's age.

Whether it is intentional or unintentional, it is indifferent after all.

Chen Changsheng said: "No matter how old it is, it's over twenty."

Shang Xingzhou didn't care about the hidden meaning in this sentence and said, "My talent is not as good as you, so I'm ten years old."

Chen Changsheng understood what he meant, was silent for a while, and said, "Okay."

Which one is stronger, thirty-year-old Shang Xingzhou or twenty-year-old Chen Changsheng?

No one knows.

Even after today's battle, no one knows it.

Because Chen Changsheng has no sword.

Wow!

The sound of water sounded.

The fishes came to the water chasing the blood mist.

The lake water is churning and uneasy, and it looks very lively and festive, but after watching it for a long time, it makes people feel a little disgusting.

Several blood flowers suddenly bloomed on the water surface, and the broken fish sank to the bottom of the water.

The merchant sailed on the other side.

Chen Changsheng also disappeared.

A footprint appeared in the water plants around.

Then a second footprint appeared further away.

The footprints appear flat and there is no connection between them, which makes them look particularly strange.

When Chen Changsheng appeared again, he was already next to a forest hundreds of feet away.
To be continued...