Chapter 1108 – 6666 (2/2)

Ze Tian Ji Mao Ni 37040K 2022-07-22

Finally, she saw the Orthodox Academy.

A dark forest grew where the Orthodox Academy and the Imperial Palace connected.

The forest had suddenly become bright.

It wasn't because of the sunlight falling through that hole in the clouds. It was because of a sword glow.

Ten-some shattered trees formed a straight line leading into the depths of the forest.

The stump of one tree had already transformed into countless shards of wood and bark floating in the sky.

These pieces of bark and shards of wood floated together with the snow from early this morning and the lake water that had been sent flying into the air.

In this bizarre picture stood two figures.

Shang Xingzhou stood in front of Chen Changsheng, looking down upon him, his Dao sword having already slashed down.

Chen Changsheng was not dead, because a sword had appeared in his hand.

It was precisely this sword that had blocked Shang Xingzhou's sword.

Chen Changsheng was still using the Stupid Sword.

This sword style had been regarded by Su Li as the number one defensive style in the world, and had saved Chen Changsheng's life countless times.

In the Garden of Zhou, Chen Changsheng had also relied on this sword style to escape death time after time.

This time, however, Chen Changsheng had not been sent flying.

His left foot had sunk deeply into the ground, but it was as steady as if it had taken root.

This was a sword style, so only a sword could truly display its wonder and might!

The problem was, just where had this sword come from?

There was no time to ponder this question.

A clear whistle echoed through the forest.

Shang Xingzhou's sleeve lightly drifted upward, and then his Dao sword descended once more.

Wind and snow followed.

Shang Xingzhou's figure vanished.

Countless sword glows appeared.

The forest was covered in the slashes of swords.

Sudden silence.

Chen Changsheng raised up his sword to confront his foe.

Clang! Clang!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Several dozen clangs rang out around him.

In that extremely brief moment of time, Shang Xingzhou had attacked several dozen times!

These swords had descended so quickly that the sound of one individual clash did not have time to differentiate itself from another!

But Chen Changsheng had blocked all these swords!

His sword was raised to line up with his brows.

His left knee was bent.

He stood at his original position.

He did not move.

No matter how profound and indescribable you are, how unfathomable your sword intent is, if I bare my sword horizontally before me and weigh down my heart, I can remain safe behind my walls and disregard everything going on outside.

This was a true Sword Domain!

But how long could he last under Shang Xingzhou's flurry of attacks?

Even if he possessed a perfect Sword Domain and Star Domain, possessed unimaginable amounts of true essence, he could not endure forever.

And Shang Xingzhou was someone who cultivated tens of thousands of Daos. Just who knew what other terrifying moves were hidden up his drooping sleeves?

Chen Changsheng was not prepared to give his master this sort of chance.

In a moment that he could not anticipate but knew would come eventually, he struck.

A sword glow illuminated the gloomy forest.

This sword was as fast as a bolt of lightning.

This sword's sword intent was clear and shallow, but not at all simple. It was like a fish in a stream, right before the eyes but incredibly difficult to reach out to and touch.

The trajectory of this sword was incredibly profound, so unfathomable that even the gods would find it hard to trace!

This sword pierced through three pieces of bark, cut apart several shards of wood, circled around his left hand, and then seemed to inadvertently stab into the storm.

A groan came from somewhere as the storm fell into disorder.

Shang Xingzhou appeared several zhang away in the snow with a tear in his sleeve.

Chen Changsheng straightened his body, sword in hand, and quietly watched him.

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1. The repetition of the number 6 is Chinese internet slang. When someone types a bunch of 6's in chat, they are basically praising you and calling you awesome.