A sword light lit up, and compared with the infinite light that surged from the smoke and snow on the other side of the bridge, it was so dim and not worth mentioning. The trajectory drawn by the sword in the rain and fog, where the falling direction was also so ordinary. Anyone looked at it, it was a very ordinary sword move. However, at the moment when the sword edge was provoked, the rain and fog and smoke that fell from the sky suddenly stopped, and even the infinite light brought by the Zhai Sword began to disappear, towards the Wuqua Sword!

The Great Light Sword has not arrived yet, and the sword intent that comes with smoke is invisible, its shape is invisible, and its meaning is invisible. However, Chen Changsheng saw through the intention of the Zhai Jian hidden behind the light in advance, because he used the wisdom sword, and he spent seven days washing his eyes and wanted to see the truth.

Being able to guess the sword intent hidden in the smoke and seeing the reality that has not been discovered does not mean that it can be easily broken. How did he do it? The Wugui Jian seemed to be casually picking, and the sword move was obviously extremely ordinary, but it was particularly suitable for the present. It was like a fine flower and bird painting. He seemed to have no intention of dropping the last stroke at will, and the ink line was so twisted and powerless, but if you look a little farther away, you would see that it was a plum branch.

Random ink may also be the finishing touch. An ordinary stroke can sometimes make the whole picture vivid.

The problem is that it takes countless practices and insights to click on the ink and make a stroke at the right time and situation, so that you can know where the stroke should be and what kind of brushwork should be used.

What kind of brushwork is this? What kind of sword is this?

A somewhat unconfident voice sounded from a certain floor below the deck of the big ship: "Mei Lu Xiao Jian?"

The person who spoke was a teacher at the sect sect. With his status, he naturally could not stand at the bow of the ship. However, between about a distance, he could barely see the sword that Chen Changsheng provoked in the rain and fog. He felt that Chen Changsheng's sword move looked familiar and was very surprised, and subconsciously said it.

Many people heard this sentence, and when they recalled Chen Changsheng's sword, they found that it was actually the Meilu small sword, which was extremely unknown to the sect sacrifice. No one could speak for a while. The fact that Chen Changsheng had a wide range of knowledge in the swordsmanship was already shocking and numb. But how could he think of it and dare to use such a very ordinary sword technique to break Xu Yourong's Great Light Sword? And it seemed to be successful?

Did it really work? No, this is just the beginning.

The Great Light Sword, one of the five ultimate moves in the world, is not so easy to break? Just as Chen Changsheng's sword move broke through the rain and fog, and when the sharpness first appeared, the light slightly concealed in the smoke and snow suddenly erupted again, turning into countless sword marks, and slashed at Chen Changsheng again with snow and rain.

The light is still in the smoke and snow, and Xu Yourong is still at the other end of the bridge. There are already countless sword moves coming one after another. Those sword moves are hidden and not released. Just by the traces in the smoke, you can feel how exquisite and powerful these sword moves are.

This is the most incredible thing about the Great Light Sword. Light moves between heaven and earth, can imitate all things, and can imitate ten thousand swords. Even if Chen Changsheng has a high level of cultivation in the sword art, what can he do when he encounters such a sword art skill that is as bright as flowers and snow that can change by itself?

Xu Yourong's sword did not stop at all. Just as the sect taught by the sect exclaimed, the Zhai sword broke through the snow, only more than ten feet away from Chen Changsheng. The sword of the Great Light had already crossed the stone bridge and came to him.

Unlike the battles in front of the National Education College in the past, Chen Changsheng did not use his Ye Zhizhi to try to break away from the opponent's sword or attack, because he knew very well that it was a very stupid choice to compete with Tianfeng's bloodline for speed.

And since he drew the Tao on the snow bridge and Xu Yourong took it, how could he retreat at this time? His eyes were calm and focused, looking at the sky full of light in the smoke and snow, without hesitation, holding the sword in both hands, slashing from top to bottom, towards the most prosperous place of light!

Tang Sanshiliu's cheers sounded on the big ship: "Super the mountain stick! Break!"

Xu Yourong's sword has not really fallen yet, and the sword intent is coming through the smoke and snow.

Similarly, Chen Changshenghua National Education College failed to really break the Great Light Sword by turning the mountain stick into a sword.

The light in the smoke and snow has changed three sword intents, and Chen Changsheng has also produced three swords accordingly.

All of this happened in a very short period of time.

The sword light illuminated the Naihe Bridge, shrouded in smoke, rain and mist, and then it did not stop, one after another.

It seemed that the Luo River had entered a midsummer thunderstorm, and lightning flashed from time to time.

However, the clouds condensed by the smoke and snow were still so violent and powerful, and they were not torn apart by the lightning and moved towards the other end of the bridge.

Neither the people on the boat nor the people on both sides of the Luoshui River could see the details on the Naihe Bridge, such as those light clothes and white veil, they could only faintly see the figures of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong in the rain, fog, smoke and snow.

The sacred aura emitted by Xu Yourong who was walking slowly became stronger and stronger, and the pressure of light became stronger and stronger, just like a statue of a god in the palace. Chen Changsheng, who was standing in the same place, was still as before, calmly and silently as if it was a stone, no matter how the flowing water was washed, it would not change its shape and not move its heart.

One is to move, and the other is to remain quiet.

What is quiet is the heart, what is moving is the sword.

The Wudi Sword is like lightning, and the Zhai Sword is more like a tomorrow, but in the rain, fog and smoke and snow, it is actually more like two ships sailing on the sea at dusk, walking in the wind, breaking through the waves, gradually getting closer and closer, and we will meet one moment.

Until this time, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong's sword had not met, but the sword intent had already met countless times.

There were countless crisp sword sounds from Luoshui, followed by the squealing sound of the sword cutting through all the hard things.

With powerful formation protection, the Naihe Bridge, which could not even be destroyed by the warships, seemed so fragile in the sea of ​​light and waves raised by the two swords. Countless cracks appeared on the hard bridge deck, and the stone chips that flew out were instantly crushed by the sword force. Countless dense marks like spider webs appeared on the railings on both sides. Watching quietly as the beast heads carved from the stones of Luoshui for countless years, the sword intent was splashed, and the cut stone chips flew around, and the broken ears were broken.

The people on both sides of the Luoshui River were farther apart, unable to see the pictures on the bridge clearly, and could only see the light in the falling snow and hear those sounds. Even so, their minds were also in agitation. The people on the boat were closer together, and they were even more shocked by the wonderful sword moves in the rain, fog, smoke and snow.

"Is that the Tiandang Sword Technique?"

"Three songs of fisherman's songs!"

"How could he have the sword technique of Jueqing Sect!"

The screams came from below, and the people standing at the bow of the ship looked at the Naihe Bridge, silent.

Yes, there is indeed no sword technique in this world that can be completed? Break the Great Light Sword, because the sword move of the Saint Maiden Peak is too incredible. When the light appears in the smoke, Chen Changsheng remembered the records on the Daozang and had the same feeling - he had never seen such complex and almost all-inclusive sword technique that is so complex and almost universal, but so simple, it is secretly in line with the Heavenly Dao. He had never even imagined that the Great Light Sword is the final other side of the sword. Since his practice, he had only had a similar feeling when he saw Su Li cut off the Sky-Crossing Sword leading to the south on the snowy field of the Demon Realm.

With his current sword cultivation, there are only two ways to break the Great Light Sword, that is, to use the last move of the Lishan Sword, or to use the sword pool ten thousand swords hidden in the scabbard like he did in Zhouyuan or Xunyang City. However, the ending of the former must be to live and die together, and there is no choice, while the latter is that he himself cannot control the consequences of the ten thousand swords. That would exceed his seven-day deduction calculation, so he could not choose.

In the end, the method he used was the third sword that Su Li taught him, and the sword that Su Li had not learned himself. However, this time he took the sword intent, not the sword itself. He did not use that sword to defend, but just used the clumsy sword, because the method was very stupid no matter how you look at it.

He used countless swords to break Xu Yourong's sword.

The light shines on the world and can imitate all the sword intents in heaven and earth.

Then he cast all the swords in heaven and earth.

This method is stupid, but how can a person who can learn all the swords in heaven and earth, and know when and which swords should be drawn, so that he can break his invisible shape and unintentional intention before the light, how can he be a really stupid person?

The Qingteng Academy teachers and students under the big ship could not understand it, but the big men standing at the bow were very clear about this.

So they looked at the sword intents that lie across the heaven and earth on the snow bridge, and they were silent for a long time.

The Minister of Rites was not a practitioner of Taoism, so he couldn't help but ask, "How many swords are there?"

The King of Linghai said expressionlessly: "Dean Chen has produced forty-three swords."

Dao Ren Siyuan said in a complicated mood: "The sword is not over yet."

What these two national church giants said is correct, and they do not mean that Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong respectively.

Xu Yourong's Great Light Sword has not been fully implemented yet.

Chen Changsheng's forty-three swords can of course be understood as one sword.

The bow of the ship was quiet, but in fact, people were talking at the beginning.

When Chen Changsheng produced the sixth sword, Su Moyu whispered: "I lost."

When Chen Changsheng produced the ninth sword, a god general who returned from Jialan Pass to report his duties frowned slightly and shook his head.

When Chen Changsheng reached the eleventh sword, Xue He gently stroked his broken arm.

When Chen Changsheng came to the 27th Sword, he shook his head. If he competed with Chen Changsheng head-on, he would lose here. Of course, this is about a sword contest, not a life-and-death struggle. Then he looked at Tang Sanshiliu, a little puzzled, thinking, could you hold on for longer than yourself?

Tang Sanshiliu never said when he would lose, but now he sighed and said, "Have we learned the swords of dogs?"

Many people on the bow of the ship became a little ugly, but they could not refute it.

Everyone knows that Chen Changsheng reads Taoist sect thoroughly. Has he also learned all the sword techniques in the world?

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