Chapter 829 – Assassination on the Shore of the Wenshui (2/2)
At the same time, his heartbeat had also slowed. Also counting from the start of the sneak attack, his second heartbeat had come many times slower than his first heartbeat.
If this continued, his next breath might never come, his heartbeat might stop, and then he would die.
Chen Changsheng was extremely close to death at this moment, but this was not even the closest he had been to death.
Starting from the age of ten, he had kept the shadow of death as his constant companion. Beneath New North Bridge, by the lake in Mount Han, or at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, he had encountered much more dangerous situations, so when he could so clearly see the menace of death, he did not panic.
More importantly, he was very experienced in how to deal with such cold Qi.
He had been blown about by Zhizhi's dragon breath many times. In these past few years, he would occasionally transform into a sculpture of ice at the bottom of a cave or a block of ice floating in the lake of some deserted palace.
The breath of the Black Frost Dragon was the coldest substance in the world. Although this assassin's Qi was even more sinister, it was still not as cold.
From a certain perspective, Chen Changsheng was the person in the world who had resisted cold Qi the most. In terms of both mind and body, his endurance far surpassed a normal person, and even an expert of the Divine Domain might not be his match in this aspect.
In the view of the assassin, Chen Changsheng's body and spiritual sense should have been completely frozen, and even his mind should have ground to a halt, making the idea of a counterattack ridiculous.
Chen Changsheng truly could not move, but he could still think.
As long as he could think, no one could hold him.
In the midst of this interminable gap between breaths and heartbeats, his mind moved.
Countless swords poured out of his sheath, one after the other!
Countless streams of swift and forceful sword intent enveloped the entire back garden.
Countless sword glows hacked at his surroundings, shattering the starlight and shredding the grass. Deep sword slashes appeared all over the ground while hard flecks of mud were sent flying every which way.
The Daoist church's array was finally activated. A clear light erupted from its roof, shrouding the entirety of the church and its garden.
Within these innumerable sword glows, a faint groan could be heard. It was accompanied by a ripping sound, like something had been broken.
The lawn incessantly bulged as if something underground was currently attempting to escape.
The sinister and foul Qi no longer had a source, so Chen Changsheng's life was no longer on the verge of being extinguished, but he still could not move for the moment, still was in danger.
The swords flew back, hovering around his body and forming an impenetrable sword array, releasing a buzzing sound.
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Looking at Chen Changsheng from the distance, Guan Feibai had already noticed that something was strange.
The slowing of Chen Changsheng's breathing and heartbeat could not be concealed from his brightly lit Dao heart.
Then, he saw the mud on the grass and that bizarre hand gripping Chen Changsheng's ankle.
He unsheathed his longsword and charged over. He was extremely nervous, because he realized that he might be too late.
At this moment, countless sword glows appeared over the grass, cleaving the starlight and grass into pieces and forcing out the assassin.
Seeing the bulges on the grass, Guan Feibai threw out his longsword in their direction.
The darkness by the Wenshui was suddenly illuminated by the white flash of a sword.
The starlight from the innumerable stars seemed to dim, the frosty grass bent, and the yellow leaves crumbled.