On the lakeside, the two servants of the South Guest combined together. Chen Changsheng had no chance. He was no match at all. He was about to be shocked to death. He only found a glimmer of life with the silver box. Then he got out of trouble with the yellow paper umbrella. Now, based on the time when the sun was not set in the grassland, the bloody and sinister battle had only been dozens of days. He could force the two servants to retreat with one sword and even hurt them. How could a cultivator make such great progress in such a short time? What happened to him?

It can be seen clearly from this sword that Chen Changsheng's realm has not changed at all, and he is still in the upper realm of Tongyou. At the same time, his true energy is still much smaller than that of the same level of practitioners. Although this sword move is exquisite, the biggest difference is that his true energy has somehow become extremely cold, and a large piece of snowflakes condensed with pure sword power.

Even this... is not the most important change. The most important thing is the change of his sword intent. His sword intent is extremely concise and has become a substance.

You must know that if you follow your will, how can his sword heart be so harmonious and clear in just a few dozen days?

The shock was just a moment, and there was no time to think more deeply in the battle. Accompanied by the sound of light wings vibrating at high speed, the two servants turned into a stream of light and attacked the stone platform again.

On the edge of the stone platform, a bright sword light illuminated the surrounding space. The sword light appeared so suddenly, incandescent, like lightning.

The sound of a sneering sword breaks through the air.

The flowing light stagnated, then quickly retreated, turning into countless light spots in the air dozens of feet away, and dissipating.

It is still the down-and-down stick of the National Education College, the sword posture is still cold, the sword intent is still concise, and the sword heart is still so clear and harmonious, which is unimaginable to Yu Jing.

Chen Changsheng held the sword in front of him, without any joy on his face, nor was he proud of the sudden dissipation of the pair of light wings, but he became more vigilant.

Because he knew very well that although his sword intent had improved greatly, the sword could have unexpectedly injured the two servants at the beginning, but this second sword should not have such a perfect effect. The lightning-like sword light only hurt the left shoulder of the woman named Ning Qiu, and did not seriously injure the other party. Naturally, it was impossible to disperse the other party's light wings

The reason why the light wings dissipated into countless light spots was because someone confirmed that the Double Shou was not his opponent and did not want them to waste their time.

With the drifting light spots, his eyes fell at the end of the Shinto thousands of feet, on the ground in front of the mausoleum, and then he saw the little girl in her teens.

The light spots fell on her body, and they were completely restrained. Her expression did not change at all, because she had no expression from beginning to end.

Nanke looked at the end of the Shinto thousands of feet, and looked at the young human men and women on the stone platform without saying a word.

According to her calculations, Xu Yourong escaped all the way. After killing the monsters in the early stage, the blood of the real phoenix should have been exhausted. Now there should be only the poisonous blood planted by herself. Logically speaking, even if she can support this tomb, she should have died at this time. Why can she still be alive? But it doesn't matter. It's obvious that she is already weak and unable to fight again. Although this fateful showdown cannot be said to be her own victory, the fairest referee. She is about to die and she will live. This is enough. The problem is that the boy named Chen Changsheng...

Her teacher, Hei Pao, did not tell her all the plans of Zhou Yuan, and she naturally didn't know that because of the yellow paper umbrella and some other reasons, Hei Pao didn't have time to tell her the final decision. She always thought that Chen Changsheng and Qi Jian, like Chessie, were all targets that he had to kill, but now it seems that he is not as easy to kill as he imagined.

She was not unfamiliar with the name Chen Changsheng, not because he won the first place in the Human Dynasty Examination, nor because he watched the monument overnight, nor because he was the youngest dean of the National Education College in history, but because he was Xu Yourong's fiancé. She did not expect that if he escaped all the way through the grassland, this human boy could heal his injuries. Although his realm had not improved, he had obviously made a qualitative leap compared to the performance of the battle dozens of days ago that Zhu Shuangshi had carefully described in detail.

What happened in the grassland? Or did this change happen after they entered the mausoleum?

With this in mind, her mood became even worse. Of course, no matter how magical Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourongyou encountered, she only needed to issue orders to attack the beasts through the soul wood, and could still easily kill them, but she did not do so, because the beast tide still retained a certain natural awe of this tomb. To force them to attack, it would cost her too much of her mind. More importantly, she did not want this great and sacred tomb to be messed up by these mud, foul-stealed monsters. If possible, she was unwilling to approach this tomb except for any of her own life, let alone stepping into it. There was no way, and she could only barely accept Xu Yourong and... At this time, Chen Changsheng was standing on the platform in front of the tomb, because in her opinion, although they were enemies, they had enough blood talent, which was not considered defiling the tomb.

Yes, in her eyes, this is a great and sacred tomb.

Because the human being buried in this tomb was the object of her most admired life, she even surpassed her teacher, let alone her father,

She had never expressed this kind of thought, and sometimes she deliberately expressed some opposite views in Xue Laocheng, because even though the demons believed that the strong were respected, they were in awe and even fanatically worshipped the human in this tomb. However, she was a noble demon princess after all, how could she worship a human?

But she never deceived her heart.

She infinitely worships the human man buried in the tomb.

In the old city of Xue, in the Demon Realm, her father was as powerful as the night sky, and only that man had torn a corner of the night sky.

Looking at the past and the future, looking at the continent and the ocean from afar, as long as it is under the starry sky, the man is always the most powerful individual. In her opinion, such a strong man deserves the awe of all life, not to mention that there are countless secret connections between her master and that man, and that connection has long become the greatest glory in her heart.

Today, she finally arrived before this mausoleum.

Compared with this matter itself, the dignity of His Royal Highness, the cold attitude of His Royal Highness toward him is not important at all.

With this feeling, Nanke walked towards the tomb along the Shinto.

Shinto was thousands of feet long, and with her realm of cultivation, it only took a moment to cross it, but in order to show respect for the people in the tomb, she did not do this. Her steps were gentle, her attitude was extremely cautious, she walked very slowly, and her expression was solemn, as if she was worshipping.

While walking, hundreds of green tail feathers slowly emerged behind her, and then began to roam with the wind. The beautiful and charming ones were hard to describe in words. The sun on the edge of the grassland had turned into a blurred ball of light, and the night was not even darker. Walking on the Shinto, she reflected the last twilight, and it became brighter and brighter, as if burning.

Looking at this scene, Xu Yourong's eyes also lit up, and then they were slightly dark, because no matter how she wanted to fight against Nanke in such a state, she was no longer able to fight again. Chen Changsheng's eyes did not become brighter, because his eyes were always so bright, just like Nanke's expression would not change, because she would never have any expression.

In the words of Tang Sanshiliu, his eyes were like two mirrors, bright and often made people feel nervous.

Like Xu Yourong, he also clearly felt that through the cautious walking on the divine road, Nanke had adjusted his state to a near-perfect level, showing extremely unimaginable strength. However, unlike Xu Yourong, he did not have any fighting intentions, and he did not want to fight with Nanke in such a state.

This is the biggest difference between him and a peerless genius like Xu Yourong and Nanke. He never fights for the sake of fighting, nor wins for victory. When he does these things, he usually only needs one reason: that is to live. To live, he thinks this is the most sacred reason, or meaning. So he does not need to adjust, meditate, worship, and bathe incense, fast for three days. When he has to start the battle, he must have been prepared.

However, today his condition does not seem to be very perfect.

This is most likely the last battle in his life. He has no confidence, but this is not a problem, because he has won too many battles without any reason to win. The problem is that when he should concentrate on the battle, he is a little distracted and always feels that some things have not been finished.

At this time, Nanke had already reached the last section of the Shinto, which was more than a hundred feet away from him.

He finally couldn't hold it back and turned around to look at Xu Yourong.

"What's wrong?" Xu Yourong asked.

Chen Changsheng looked at her face and wanted to reach out to touch her, but he didn't dare.

Xu Yourong raised his severely injured hand and patted him on the shoulder, as if he wanted to dust off the snowflakes from his clothes.

Those snowflakes had melted long ago.

Chen Changsheng was satisfied, looked into her eyes and said very seriously: "If we could leave Zhouyuan alive, I will definitely go to find you."

Xu Yourong looked at his eyes, suppressed his shame, pretended to be calm and said, "No, I will go find you."

"Okay." Chen Changsheng never answered so quickly.

If Nanke gave up his pilgrimage attitude at this time and attacked suddenly, or he and her were already dead.

Fortunately, Nanke didn't do that.

After doing this, there was finally nothing to be distracted.

Chen Changsheng looked at the little girl who was slowly walking down the shrine, calm and focused.

As countless people have said, practice has never been a fair thing. Although he has read the Taoist sect since childhood and his physique is different from that of ordinary people. He has reached the Tongyou Realm at the age of fifteen, the gap in bloodline talent is not so easy to make up, let alone, there is a black ocean of beast tides around the tomb.

This is a battle of death and life.

But he was still so calm, showing calmness and calmness far beyond his age. If he only looked at his back, he had the style of a swordsman.

He was able to force a powerful enemy with one sword because his sword heart was different from before. After dozens of days of this long escape in the grassland, the most he and Xu Yourong did was a conversation. The most talked about was practice. From the rain temple to the snow temple, from the reeds in the autumn to the grass island in the summer, they were always talking about these. He had the talent for practice but had no experience in fighting, so Xu Yourong taught him a lot. More importantly, her attitude towards practice and life, the indifferent, calm, and calm influenced him a lot.

This is the heart of Tao.

The sword heart is also a member of the Tao heart.

If we want to discuss the enlightened mind of Taoism and the younger generation in the entire world of cultivation, who can be stronger than Xu Yourong?

When the two swords intersect, the sharper their sharper strength, and the same is true for the sword heart.

He has a clear sword heart now, and his sword intent is naturally powerful and pure.

Xu Yourong didn't know that he was only fifteen years old this year. But looking at his back, her dim eyes lit up again, as if the dry mountain had finally ushered in a new rain.

She left him and returned to the front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. She looked for a corner where she could shelter from the rain, snow and wind. She sat cross-legged and wrapped the warm linen around her body.

Hasn't his attitude towards life already affected her a lot?

So, she closed her eyes and started to rest.
Chapter completed!