Chen Changsheng knew that even if all the means were put out, he would definitely not be able to resist this cold wave of death.

He has only one choice, that is retreat.

The problem is that the powerful in the sacred realm can move freely between thousands of mountains and rivers, and the speed is as fast as ordinary people can't imagine, unless it is the talents such as Nanke, Xu Yourong, and Jinyuru, or they can barely support a period of time. Who can be faster?

Infinite Bi flew to the stage, and the dust would fall.

Chen Changsheng suddenly disappeared from the original place, and appeared in front of the mountain road dozens of feet away, holding the innocent sword in his hand.

Infinite green pressure continued to move forward, and death meant that the mountain road shattered, and numerous cracks appeared on the stone steps.

A sword light can clearly appear on the cliff top of the peak. Chen Changsheng appeared on the other side of the sword light, which was already more than two hundred feet away.

That piece of breath with a sense of perdition came like a rain cloud.

Seeing that he was about to be hit by that breath, Chen Changsheng disappeared again, and came to the rock pile protruding from the edge of the cliff with a sharp sword.

The dust of Infinite Blue has never been able to fall, because he could not accurately lock his figure.

He doesn't have the speed of Nanke and Xu Yourong. The reason why he can be so fast is because he is not using body skills, but the kendo he is best at.

At the moment when Nanxizhai's sword array was in chaos, and the endless blue sky broke through, he pulled out the scaleless sword.

Then, without hesitation, he continuously cast three strokes of swordsmanship. In the process, he didn't have any pauses, even thinking.

These three strokes of the sword are the final form of the national sword of the national religion, the last form of the sword from the mountain, and the sunset in the three forms of Wenshui.

This is the most definite three-stroke swordsmanship he can master. Of course, he also added Ye Shibu.

Everyone who saw the scene was shocked.

Many people know Chen Changsheng's talent in kendo, and even some people think that although he is young, he is already a master of kendo.

However, not many people have witnessed his use of swords with their own eyes. It is not until today that they learned that the swordsmanship of His Majesty the Pope was so unfathomable that he could use his own sword under the full pursuit of a strong man in the sacred field. Motivating, responding so casually and naturally.

In an instant, Chen Changsheng went a few miles away. Before the Cliff Cliff, he successfully avoided the most violent killing moves of Infinite Bi.

But his sword was exhausted. What was more troublesome was that he was forced into the dead corner of the terrain by Infinite Bi, how can he avoid it?

Infinite Bi flew into the air in front of him, and the coercion was slightly weaker than at the beginning, but the killing intention was even stronger!

There is a sense of heaven and earth, the dark clouds cover the cliff top, and the light is dim.

A sharp drink of resentment meant torn through the gloomy clouds and resounded through the world.

"dead!"

She flicked the dust to Chen Changsheng.

Countless subtle electric lights illuminate continuously in the dusty threads, making a terrifying crackle.

Those electric lights illuminate her pale cheeks full of resentment, and look like a ghost, terrifying.

Just as the dust was about to fall on Chen Changsheng, a sword light cut through the dark sky again.

This sword light is not particularly bright or even dull, but it gives a particularly reliable feeling.

The non-scaling sword has been connected with the Tibetan front scabbard and has become a long sword.

This is the strongest form of the unscaled sword, and it is also the form that Chen Changsheng will choose when he is in desperation.

The sword light did not come from the waving of the sword, but from itself.

Chen Changsheng held the hilt in his left hand, the head of the blade front in his left hand, and the sword in front.

His hands were extremely stable and there was no tremor.

This cross is the iron chain and the river embankment.

This is the third sword that Su Li passed to him.

...

...

The dust fell on the sword.

In the blink of an eye, the sword was as bright as water washed thousands of times, and there were some very slight etch marks.

The non-scaling sword is made of the most precious real dragon whisker of the golden dragon. It is absolutely smooth, without any dirt and blood stains. It is absolutely hard, and it is impossible to be cut by anything. It can be said to be perfect. Jiancai, who can be ranked in the hundred weapon list when he was born, seems to be unable to bear this moment, why?

The erosion comes from the electric light and the violent breath of silence in the dust.

Those electric light and breath did not really destroy the material of the non-scaling sword, but it had destroyed the sword intention Chen Changsheng attached to it.

The violent atmosphere of extinction from the bottom of the infinite deep sea easily destroyed the calm sword meaning from the old temple in Xining Town.

This does not mean that the former is better than the latter, but because the realm of infinite green is much higher than that of Chen Changsheng.

The threshold is very high, and it is made of iron. It can't be surpassed at will. Anyone who bravely tries to do this will often fall head and blood.

A loud noise.

The gusty wind roared on the cliff, several sycamore trees were twisted into pieces, and more than ten monks who didn't have time to avoid were directly flew outside the cliff. The sound of the tragedy suddenly came to an abrupt end. In mid-air, the meridians are cut off and vitality is extinguished.

The sword intention was destroyed, unable to continue, the unscaled sword with the Tibetan sword sheath was shocked back, hitting Chen Changsheng in the chest.

In the muffled sound, Chen Changsheng slammed into the cliff rock pile, splashing countless gravel, his face pale, and his expression dim.

If it weren't for him to avoid the heyday with the three swords, and his endless power had declined, he would have been seriously injured and could not recover.

Of course, there is another most important reason, because he bathed in the real blood of the Xuanshuang Dragon, otherwise he would not be able to bear it even if he was the perfect one.

A scream with a violent meaning burst out from the thin lips of Infinity.

The scream was with the pleasure of killing the enemy, and there was endless resentment.

She would never give Chen Changsheng any chance to fight back, nor would she give anyone in the field a chance to rescue.

The handle of the dust exhaled countless breaths of silence and fell towards Chen Changsheng in the cliff stone.

Numerous blue lotus leaves emerge from the void, isolating Shiye.

Gou Han's expression changed slightly, with a starry sky full of stars, and he skimmed through the sky. The sword was already in hand, but it was obviously too late.

Hu Thirty-two and the Bishop of the Southern Taoist Temple also flew over there.

The disciples of Nanxizhai were even more shocked and disappointed. The sound of exclamation, they wanted to catch up, but it was slower.

Who can save Chen Changsheng at this time?

It is very strange that Tang Sanxie did not move. He stared at the fierce red in the middle of Yaping, holding his most powerful life-saving weapon in his hand, and did not know what he was thinking.

It's strange that he didn't move even when he was red. He looked quietly at some place outside the cliff, as if he was still thinking about what Chen Changsheng said before.

Seeing his wife killing his murderous enemies, no matter what emotion, he should look over there.

What is he thinking and where is he looking at? Or, who is he waiting for?

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