This move was most concerned with might and form, akin to a rainstorm, desiring turbulence for heaven and earth.
Currently, it was raining within the Tower of Purging Dust.
If Chen Chang Sheng wanted to borrow this rain’s momentum, he would first have to borrow its might and form.
Innumerable gales flooded in from outside the tower to within, the windows and doors that were open on the second floor relentlessly clattered in the wind, giving out a sound that made others feel a little restless, and resembling a secluded residence that had been left vacant for many years.
The storm suddenly became even more violent and Chen Chang Sheng’s sword followed suit, gleaming in all directions, striking towards Gou Han Shi.
The most powerful movement from Zhong Shan’s Sword of Wind and Rain, coupled with the ample True Essence Chen Chang Sheng had obtained after his third undergoing of initial meditation. Even Gou Han Shi should have trouble countering it, wanting to avoid it was also exceedingly difficult.
Gou Han Shi didn’t dodge, but silently stood within the real rain and Chen Chang Sheng’s storm of swords. He calmly gripped his sword’s hilt and held it horizontally across his chest, his eyes didn’t reveal any fear, only a calmness that represented his confidence.
His sword was akin to the very last step before arriving at the peak of Li Mountain.
His person was akin to that evergreen tree of unknown species, which stood before Li Shan Sword Sect’s main entrance.
That evergreen tree had already existed on Li Mountain for hundreds of years, for many, the reason why that tree could survive was because its luck was especially good. But very few had noticed, that tree, without saying anything, without moving or swaying, had sheltered countless disciples of Li Mountain so that they need not suffer from storms.
Gou Han Shi was that very tree.
He raised his sword to meet Chen Chang Sheng’s storm of swords, his expression calm and gentle.
What he used was the Sword of Distant Deliverance.
Upon the second floor, the sound of a sigh from an Archbishop of the Holy Church could be heard: “To be able to utilise that sword art to this degree at only the Ethereal Opening realm, Li Mountain is incredible, Gou Han Shi is even more incredible.”
A sword art that can draw praise from an Archbishop of the Holy Church was obviously not something ordinary.
The storm-like sword forms from Chen Chang Sheng all fell upon empty air, not a single blade landed upon Gou Han Shi’s body.
Unknown as to if Gou Han Shi felt a natural fear against the sword in Chen Chang Sheng’s grasp, or if it was because he felt cautious of Chen Chang Sheng’s sword art, Gou Han Shi didn’t use his sword to directly counter, but had instead use an indirect method.
The sound of blades akin to the rustle of pines, surrounded his body and then spread out far away, completely blocking Chen Chang Sheng’s sword manifestations at an outer perimeter.
Rustling Pines wasn’t a sword art from Li Shan Sword Sect, but is a palm art from one of the bluffs of the Longevity Sect.
Gou Han Shi had used this palm art’s manifestation in a sword technique, the momentum was energetic and simple, having strength without needing a keen edge; Chen Chang Sheng’s sword couldn’t pose any threat to him at all.
A muffled thump could be heard.
Chen Chang Sheng’s chest had been pierced by Gou Han Shi’s blade, blood spurted out as he fell back, heavily crashing upon the stone wall and then sliding down like mud, unable to stand.
In the next moment, he got back up with much difficulty while holding onto the wall. Staring at Gou Han Shi who was opposite, he remained silent. His face was sickly pale; the confidence he had only just regained previously, rapidly disappeared.
He had never expected that Gou Han Shi’s sword would be exactly the same as the person himself; calm and far reaching, simple and free. Seemingly without any power, but being difficult to stand against.
He had burnt away a fragment of snow plain, but still didn’t have a chance of victory, then, what should he do?
He thrust out his left hand and wiped away the rain on his face, then, once again raised the sword in front of him.
On the moment his right leg landed upon the puddled water, his divine sense lit up ten fragments of snow plain at the same time. The rain that landed on his body, instantly evaporated and turned into steam.
As if the rain from the heavens above could perceive something, it instantly became even heavier.