Fighter of the Destiny

At this time, Chen Changsheng's clothes were in tatters and there was a wound on his chest. He looked very miserable. If Tang Sanliu looked at him, he would definitely laugh at him for being beaten like a dog. However, in this situation Next, he actually asked Zhuang Changyu to admit defeat - judging from his expression, he was not joking.

His attitude was very serious and his tone was sincere, so Zhuang Changyu was very angry and felt that this was a great contempt and insult.

Chen Changsheng had no intention of mocking him, he was just making a calm judgment.

Whether it was because of the autumn rain or the increase in physical strength, since Burning Starlight did not burn him to death, it means that the snowfield can continuously provide him with true energy. In fact, his current true energy Unprecedented abundance - the biggest gap between him and Zhuang Changyu no longer exists. Why can't he be confident?

Why is he so confident? By the window on the second floor, the dean of Star Reaching Academy asked with a frown.

Even if Chen Changsheng performed the second preliminary photo bizarrely, all the big shots in Kyoto now know that it is less than a year since he determined the destiny star and began to use starlight to cleanse the marrow. Zhuang Changyu has been practicing for more than ten years. Why does he think that his true energy level has caught up with the opponent's?

Chen Changsheng used facts to prove to everyone that his confidence was justified, although he couldn't tell where the reason was.

Zhuang Changyu stared at him. The Linguang sword inserted in the bluestone trembled slightly. Hundreds of sword shadows were generated again, attacking him from all directions. A storm seemed to have arisen again in the Xichen Building.

Chen Changsheng held the dagger in his right hand, but the position moved slightly upward, and the tiger's mouth moved in front of the edge of the scabbard. If he held the hilt and scabbard at the same time with his palm, he would naturally be unable to draw the sword.

He did not draw his sword, nor dodge, nor use his body to resist, but he struck out with the sword in its scabbard.

The sound of tigers and tigers sounded in the building, and the wind naturally started blowing.

Several powerful sword winds connected with the Linguang sword shadows coming from all directions, making several muffled sounds, and then the sword shadows shattered and dispersed.

Fighting with real energy is equal, and using a sword to break the shadow of a sword is natural and easy.

The expressions of the big shots at the windows on the second floor changed slightly, and they finally confirmed that Chen Changsheng's cultivation level was completely different from before. Regardless of the purity or quantity of his true energy, he was at least no weaker than Zhuang Changyu.

The hands held in Mo Yu's sleeves had spread out. She was stroking the window lattice, her face still expressionless, but her mood was not as relaxed as she showed.

She didn't want people to see that she didn't want anything to happen to Chen Changsheng, and she didn't need to worry about Chen Changsheng losing to Zhuang Changyu at this time. However, Chen Changsheng's performance and his unreasonable burst of true energy reminded her of many days. The night before, she and the Holy Queen were stargazing on the Gan terrace.

That night, the Holy Queen felt that someone was fixing the star in Kyoto. The star was extremely far away, and the person's consciousness was extremely peaceful and powerful.

That person... is Chen Changsheng?

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The big shots were thinking about things by the windows on the second floor, while the battle in the field downstairs was already intense.

Chen Changsheng put his sword in its scabbard and used his true energy to forcefully break through the stormy sword shadows. His figure was weak, and the next moment he arrived in front of Zhuang Changyu.

The distance of more than ten feet passed in an instant. He did not borrow the power of Zhongshan's Wind and Rain Sword, but used the Ye Shi Step.

Zhuang Changyu had completely calmed down at this time. Chen Changsheng easily broke his sword shadow, which surprised him, but he couldn't let him get distracted again. There was no fear on his face. He stretched out his right hand, The trembling of Linguang Sword intensified, and it flew up from the ground with a clanking sound and fell back into the palm!

Scratch, scratch, scratch, dozens of continuous sword sounds sounded.

The Linguang Sword seemed to come alive in his hands. The sharp blade pierced the air and stabbed towards Chen Changsheng's body.

On the ground washed by the autumn rain, there was still some wet yellow sand. The yellow sand was picked up by Zhuang Mouling's sword and turned into dozens of extremely fine sand lines.

Those lines in the sand are the sword technique, the visible direction of the sword.

Chen Changsheng can use his true energy to break through those sword shadows, but to block these lightning-like sword moves, he needs more subtle sword moves.

The expressions of the people watching the battle upstairs became extremely focused. They had all seen or heard the story of Chen Changsheng's confrontation with Gou Hanshi at the Ivy Banquet. They knew that this humble young man from the national religion was as knowledgeable as Gou Hanshi, who had read Taoism thoroughly. There are countless swordsmanships from Shanmen sects, and I can't help but wonder how he will deal with them.

Dozens of thin sand lines attacked Chen Changsheng's body from various angles.

Behind the sand line is the cold sword edge.

Chen Changsheng still did not draw his sword.

His hand grasped the edge of the sheath and the hilt of the sword, and he could not draw the sword even if he wanted to.

He held the dagger and struck like this.

The blow was extremely crisp, concise and powerful.

It doesn't look like swordsmanship at all, and there's no subtlety in it. It's like a woman washing clothes by the river, hitting the stone with a mallet.

It seemed like an ordinary blow, but when he raised his dagger and knocked it down, at least three big shots at the window upstairs screamed!

The mountain stick!

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Yes, Chen Changsheng did not use sword skills, but stick skills.

He had read through the Taoist canon since he was a child, and read a lot of books. After entering the National Education College, he also read day and night. Comparing it with the spiritual books in the library, all the Taoist canon he read in the previous fourteen years was converted into the knowledge needed for spiritual practice. Apart from Gou Hanshi, no one has a better understanding of the cultivation methods of various sects in Shanmen Academy.

He is also very diligent in his practice. In just half a year, he has mastered many swordsmanship and other practice techniques. At the Ivy Banquet, he guided Luo Luo and Tang Sanliu to defeat Guan Feibai and Qijian. However, many people have forgotten this ability. His mastery of those swordsmanship and cultivation methods is more on paper.

He knew how to use the Three Wenshui Styles, and the order and angle of the Seven Swords of the Mountains. This did not mean that he could perform the Three Wenshui Styles. He could use the Seven Swords of the Mountains with just one swing, not to mention that he had not yet washed his marrow at that time. Successful, unable to practice, even if you want to practice swordsmanship, there is no such possibility.

No matter how hard he worked, no matter how talented he was, he would never be able to master so many techniques in just a few months.

If you want to achieve success in swordsmanship, you need at least ten years of hard work.

This is true for both Qiu Shanjun and Guan Feibai, who proved at the Ivy Banquet that he can use at least a hundred sword techniques.

Others will forget this matter, but Chen Changsheng himself will not forget it. He knows very well that he cannot be better than Zhuang Changyu or any of the four sons of the Lishan Sword Sect in swordsmanship, even if he can think of restraint. There was no way the opponent's sword moves could be used during such a tense and intense battle.

Practitioners at different stages require different levels of fighting methods. He now needs a relatively simpler and more effective fighting method. He has not thought of any sword technique that can restrain the Taoist sword of Tiandaoyuan, and it is something that he can master now, so he moves his right hand holding the sword downwards. , while holding the sheath along the hilt of the sword.

The way he held the sword showed that he had never thought about drawing it.

With such a grip, the dagger becomes a short stick.

He used the stick method.

Mountain stick.

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Three exclamations sounded almost simultaneously on the second floor.

The two exclaimed were the two archbishops of the temple and the bishop of the ancestral temple.

Because they know this kind of stick technique, because they have not seen this kind of stick technique for many years.

The tipping stick is the stick method of the National Education College. It is said that when it was first founded, it was the punishment stick used by the supervisory board of the National Education College to punish students who violated disciplines.

The National Education Academy has been in decline for more than ten years, and naturally this kind of stick technique has not appeared again on the mainland for more than ten years.

The two archbishops of the Holy Church are big figures in the new sect of the state religion, and are naturally opposed to the state religion academy, which represents the old school. However, even they, after more than ten years, suddenly saw the famous rebels within the state religion again, and still endured it. He couldn't help but exclaim, his emotions instantly became extremely complicated.

Xue Xingchuan and Xu Shiji, who had also seen the glory of the Chinese Academy of Education, were only a little later than the three bishops. They also recognized the stick technique used by Chen Changsheng, and their expressions changed slightly.

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The overthrowing stick is the torture stick of the National Education Academy. It takes a rough and direct approach. It is simple and clear. The purpose is to knock down the students and beat them painfully. This kind of stick technique seems to have no reason at all, but in fact there are many hidden reasons. Just like the rules of the National Education Academy, you have no way to avoid it, you can only accept it.

Zhuang Changyu's expression was extremely solemn, but the sword in his hand did not slow down at all.

Chen Changsheng's dagger strike was too direct, so direct that there seemed to be no tricks at all.

It seemed that the sword in his hand had enough room to stab Chen Changsheng's body first, but the dagger in Chen Changsheng's hand gave him a feeling that if he did this, no matter how badly Chen Changsheng suffered at the next moment Even if he was injured, his sword would still fall off its sheath and hit him.

It seems pointless to attack, but to avoid? It seemed that he couldn't avoid it, so he could only block it forcefully.

Zhuang Changyu's true energy came out continuously, and the sword edge rose through the air to meet Chen Changsheng's sword.

The tilting stick versus the light sword was like the National Education Academy versus the Tiandao Academy.

It seems that the newly born National Education College must pass this test if it wants to regain its status within the National Church.

The two swords met in the air, then separated, then met again. No matter how unreasonably Chen Changsheng's sword falls, it will be blocked by Zhuang Changyu's sword. No matter how exquisite Zhuang Changyu's sword moves were, they could not break through Chen Changsheng's sword. In a very short period of time, the two swords met more than ten times.

A deafening crash sounded in the dust-washing building.

More than ten white air masses were generated around the two of them, and then exploded instantly.

Those air masses are the breaths that vibrate out when the two swords meet.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The two figures suddenly separated.

Zhuang Changyu groaned, his face turned pale, and his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

He failed to completely seal Chen Changsheng's sword.

At the last moment, Chen Changjian's sword and scabbard fell down and hit his wrist.

If Zhuang Changyu's sword hadn't been pointed at him at that time, Chen Changsheng's sheath tip would have just brushed against him while he was stabbing at an angle, or his wrist bones would have been shattered.

Face to face, sword to sword, in the end he was at the disadvantage.

Zhuang Changyu couldn't accept this fact at all, and his face turned a little pale.

The next moment, he threw the scabbard to the ground and stepped forward again.