But he was not worried, because the facts proved that his preparation for the past seven days was useful. Xu Yourong unexpectedly learned the Great Light Sword, the sacred and solemn sword move, which was like a vast ocean and a dewdrop. He had never been able to break through the line in the middle of the Naihe Bridge, and he believed that Xu Yourong could not hold on for too long.

When Xu Yourong's true energy can no longer support the Great Light Sword, it is his chance to counterattack.

However, for some reason, there was a vague feeling deep in his heart that he didn't want to end there.

Because he was very happy at this time.

Although Hui Jian kept squeezing his spiritual sense, burning his sword kept consuming his true energy, and stupid sword kept tormenting his spirit, he was still very happy.

It's like playing chess, suddenly I meet an opponent with similar chess skills and excellent chess quality.

It was like drinking, and suddenly I met a partner who had a similar alcohol tolerance and had a glass of wine to become a poem.

Or when discussing the truth, I met a deskmate who was very friendly and had no hatred.

Looking at the bright figure of the girl in the smoke and snow, Chen Changsheng felt this way.

He even felt as if he had returned to Qiuzhou Garden and was talking to the girl in the snow temple on the grassland.

To the fullest.

Enjoy the joy.

joy.

And calm.

He even felt that Xu Yourong in Yanxue should have the same idea as himself.

Yes, Xu Yourong thought so too, of course he had to be clearer than he thought.

Xu Yourong didn't think of any chess and drinkers, and directly remembered the night in the Snow Temple.

For this battle between Naihe Bridge, he and she prepared for seven days.

More than 300 manuscript papers full of deduction and calculation handwriting, and seventeen star maps are in the smoke, snow, rain, and fog, and in the traces of sword intent.

They use this to play chess, talk, and fight.

If it can continue like this, it will be great, but in fact it is impossible.

The snow shattered, the rain shattered, the surface of the stone bridge was broken into spider webs, and the Luo water under the bridge was covered with tens of thousands of scales.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong both reached the end of their respective paths.

The girl's figure had already appeared from the snow, very close to the line in the middle of the bridge, but her steps became much heavier.

Chen Changsheng's sword technique changes gradually became stagnant, no longer as agile as it was at the beginning, and even felt unpredictable.

The smoke and snow suddenly fell, the rain and mist dissipated, and there was an inexplicable clarity on the Naihe Bridge.

Two figures met on the bridge.

If a game of chess is broken, only two hands are left, and the winner will be decided.

Like a sip of wine, some small yellow flowers fell among the bowls of vegetables, and they were so competitive and slaughtering.

In the wind and snow, people left the temple in vain, and only the ashes in front of the statue still had some residual heat.

The white gauze was floating, and Xu Yourong's eyes were filled with sacred light, like the stars on the celestial plate.

Chen Changsheng held the sword and gently picked it up. The sword edge passed through the falling snowflakes again, as if three hundred pieces of paper were flying in the small building of the National Education College.

Xu Yourong floated up as if a god had arrived in the world. He stabbed Chen Changsheng with a sword.

Wisdom, slash.

The sword is broken.

At this moment, something happened that no one expected.

Chen Changsheng originally held the hilt of the sword in both hands, but suddenly let go of his left hand and stretched out toward the sword that was coming from the snow.

What did he want to do? Even if his body has bathed in dragon blood and is comparable to the most perfect marrow washing, it is still a flesh and blood body after all. How can it resist the sharpness of the Zhai Sword? What's more, the Tianfeng True Energy attached to the Zhai Sword at this time, and it comes with infinite light. Even a powerful man of Mao Qiuyu's level, I'm afraid he won't dare to take it with one hand!

Chen Changsheng's movements were very casual and natural, just like reaching his hand to the bookshelf to get a book.

Of course, he didn't want to use his left hand to resist the zhai sword.

He just wants to contact this sword.

In addition to the light on Xuekong and Zhai Sword, his fingers also had a faint connection.

Zhai Jian was originally brought out from Zhouyuan!

He is very familiar with the sword intent of Zhai Jian, so how can Zhai Jian not recognize his aura?

Zhou Yuanli Jianchi appeared in the world, and thousands of old swords fought with him. All of these swords, including Zhai Jian, are his companions, his comrades. On the battlefield, how could the comrades draw their swords at you? At the moment of life and death, how could the companions not hear your rescue?

An unimaginable aura fluctuation emerged on the Naihe Bridge!

The Zhai Jian trembled violently in the snow air, and then flew towards Chen Changsheng quickly.

It’s flying, not sting, because no matter how hostile it is, there is no intention to kill!

The Great Light Sword suddenly disbanded!

However, something even more shocking happened - Xu Yourong seemed to have already calculated this scene!

She still held the Zhai Sword in her right hand, took advantage of the momentum and danced in the snow, her figure turned into blood, and she drew thousands of lights and came directly to Chen Changsheng. If Chen Changsheng had not used his spiritual sense to shake Zhai Sword at the last moment, no matter how fast Xu Yourong's body movement was, it would not have been so fast that he could have broken through his Wudi Sword!

Chen Changsheng forgot seven days.

She also forgot his seven days.

A soft puff sound.

Or it was because his control of Zhai Jian came too late, or Xu Yourong was a saint after all, and he had only been reunited with Zhai Jian for seven days, but his control of Zhai Jian was stronger than Chen Changsheng, or it was because something happened that neither of them understood.

The Zhai Sword stabbed into Chen Changsheng's left shoulder and a stream of blood shone out.

Then, the Zhai sword fell into his hands.

The wind and snow danced gently again, making a whistle sound, as if the heaven and earth were a little surprised.

For some reason, Chen Changsheng's movements were a little stagnant. The Wudi sword in his right hand was originally so wonderful that it had a slight deviation.

A ray of wind blew up, and Xu Yourong stretched out his slender index finger, which seemed slow, but in fact it was extremely rapid towards Chen Changsheng's eyebrows.

If it was an ordinary finger, it would not threaten Chen Changsheng's life at all. Although his body, which had bathed in dragon blood, could not resist the famous sword on the list of hundreds of weapons, it would not be broken by a slender finger. However, for some reason, he suddenly felt a great sense of danger in his heart, and even felt that his life was about to be lost.

There was a little light on Xu Yourong's fingertips, like a firefly, but it seemed that there was infinite energy inside.

No one can be faster than this finger.

At least in the several battles that have happened, no one except Nanke could match the speed of her finger.

Since the war started, she has never spread the wings of the phoenix because she doesn't need it.

The two flying wings of the phoenix without colorful phoenixes are in harmony with each other.

This is Lingxi Finger!

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