Ze Tian Ji Chapter 71: Fenglin Pavilion

Before Mausoleum of Books, they had n’t seen already for several years, but it was a stranger, and it could even be said that they turned against each other, but after all, it was Master and Disciple, and they have lived together in the old temple of Xi Ning Village for more than ten years. Some of the most subtle actions, even changes in eyes, know what the other person is thinking. This is the so-called feeling.

Shang Xingzhou felt that Chen Changshen felt the mood when he pulled the sword out of the flowerpot, and then he asked that sentence.

But after getting confirmation from Chen Changshen, he didn't get up easily, not to be complacent, but asked another sentence.

"Do you know where this is?"

Chen Changshen is the Principal of Orthodox Academy. He has lived here for many years, but he really does not know what this red building is. Orthodox Academy is too big. In these years, his place of study and life is limited to the woods and library near Imperial City. Nearby, there is no one-tenth the size of the Orthodox Academy.

Shang Xingzhou said: "Here is Fenglin Pavilion. The two rows of Maple Tree were moved from Education Board."

Chen Changshen I wonder why looks at is familiar.

"Mei Lisha is my friend."

Shang Xingzhou looks at His face was a little complicated and he said, "He has always appreciated you, I don't understand it very well, and I can understand it now."

Hearing this sentence, Chen Changshen didn't know whether he should be proud and pleased or let the sourness of Heart infiltrate freely, but was silent.

already At this moment, what's the point of saying so? Or Correct because Shang Xingzhou confirms that Chen Changshen's sword already is about to run out, thinking that he will fail or even die, so will he be emotional? But what's so important about the origin of this Maple Pavilion?

Shang Xingzhou turned around and looked out of the building and said, "The last battle that year happened here."

That year was the night of the Orthodox Academy murder case more than 20 years ago.

Feng Lin Ge is so eye-catching, I don't know if it was because he was stained with too much blood that night.

"A lot of people died here that night, many young people, they are as good as you, maybe even better than you."

Shang Xingzhou retracted his gaze and looked at Chen Changshen and said, "I have seen too much life and death in my life. already really doesn't care, so don't expect me to be soft-hearted."

The meaning of this sentence is very clear.

If Chen Changshen does not admit defeat, he will never hesitate to cut Chen Changshen under the sword himself.

Chen Changshen did not admit defeat, didn't even say a word, and remained silent.

He raised his right hand, his short sword lay in front of his eyes, and the mud fell gradually, and the cold light gradually became rich.

Shang Xingzhou understood his choice and walked towards him.

A very clear footprint appeared on the floor.

Every footprint is shining and then burning.

In the blue sky after the clouds have dispersed, the sun is extremely bright, shining on Orthodox Academy.

Fenglin Pavilion shone with dazzling light, as if it really burned. The Maple Tree outside was shaking with the wind, like a spitting tongue of fire.

This is a fire made by burning thick blood for countless years, exuding a slight scorching smell, and has a strong and sensation.

Blood fire reflects the Shang Xingzhou's figure unusually tall, like a demon.

This is his life, and also the life of Wang Zhice, Tang Esteemed Father and others.

They will not give up their ideas and persistence because of anything.

A clear roar.

Fresh wind in Fenglin Pavilion.

Maple Tree shakes even more drama, as if the tongue of fire spit, eager to reach the sky.

Shang Xingzhou chopped the sword with both hands and brought out a blood fire.

Bloodfire is bright, but his figure is cold and cold.

A loud bang, blood fire sputtered into countless sparks, flying around in Fenglin Pavilion, lighting the floor and the corridor.

The short sword broke through the window and flew away. Chen Changshen retreated for more than ten steps, spurting blood.

Shang Xingzhou raised his sword and walked towards him again.

Chen Changshen doesn't see any flustered look on his face.

He said to Shang Xingzhou, "Give up, Master."

From the very beginning, he started saying this sentence.

In the lake, in front of the library, and in many places, he picked up a sword and spoke a word.

Then those swords were beheaded by the firm.

Now, his last sword is gone, and he still says that.

Shang Xingzhou doesn't have a mocking expression on his face, nor is he puzzled.

It looks like he knows where Chen Changshen's confidence comes from.

Chen Changshen raised his right hand.

There's nothing but fire in the air.

Can he still make a sword out of the air?

Not far away, the sound of the air being cut is heard.

Alas, a cold light passed through the broken window and disappeared.

The short sword returned to Chen Changshen's hand.

Next, countless air-breaking sounds kept ringing throughout Orthodox Academy.

The voice is very sharp, and naturally has a sharp feeling.

The sound of breaking air is getting denser and denser, like a rainstorm, but more like a falling arrow like a rainstorm.

Countless ray of sword lights, lit from plum trees, trees, and water.

Lao Mei was cut neatly, looking like an incense burner burning for three days and nights.

Ten holes appear in the broken ancient tree, which really looks like the hole flute used by the gods.

There are numerous ripples in the lake, as if hundreds of fat carps are struggling to move upstream from the rotten mud bottom.

Those swords hidden in Orthodox Academy by Tang Thirty Six.

Those swords found by Chen Changshen in turn.

Those swords shot down by Shang Xingzhou.

It broke out.

Fly to Fenglin Pavilion.

Dozens of Dao Sword came to Chen Changshen.

Shang Xingzhou looks at He said, "Not enough."

Chen Changshen Tap the short sword with your fingers.

A crisp sword cry spreads around, with dozens of cold and extremely Sword Intent.

A squeak sounded, and Shang Xingzhou's path was broken.

The seemingly ordinary ebony cormorant, disconnected at this time, is not unusual.

Countless cold lights rush out from the inside, as if the rivers and rivers have a feeling of joy.

The wind is so strong that the shaking Maple Tree is shredded, dancing wildly into red debris and flying around.

Countless straight lines have been cut out of the cornices in the pavilion, and numerous mottled lines have been cut out on the red walls and columns.

The flame is about to be ignited by the sun. It also needs attached to be objective.

If the skin does not exist, the tall buildings will fall. How can the fire and blood be sustained?

The flame tongue that darted to the sky gradually disappeared, and the color gradually talked, until finally it disappeared into nothingness.

Tianguang falls on the broken Maple Pavilion.

Thousands of Dao Sword Quietly are suspended around Chen Changshen.

It's cold and terrifying's Sword Intent fills the sky.

These Sword Intents are faintly connected with each other, flowing and turning, endless, giving people a feeling that they can't be broken.

Chen Changshen looks at Shang Xingzhou, asking, "Is that enough now?"

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(Fenglin Pavilion, from the true colors of heroes and pony brothers. This picture was prepared more than two years ago when I chose to open the book, especially like it.)