章節 1109: The Nobleman Conceals Weapons on His Body and Waits for the Proper Time to Move

A chilly wind rustled the remaining leaves on the trees. All was quiet in the forest.

The bark, wood shards, and snowflakes gradually drifted back down.

Only those remnants of sword intent continued to linger in the wind.

Like the smoke left behind after a firecracker had finished popping, they served as evidence of what had happened a few moments ago.

Just when Chen Changsheng seemed about to die, the battle underwent an abrupt and massive change, even beginning to show signs of reversing.

All of it originated from the sword in his hand.

He calmly gazed at Shang Xingzhou, saying nothing. This did not symbolize unease, but confidence.

As long as he had a sword in hand, what did he have to fear?

As Su Li's successor, Chen Changsheng possessed a talent in the sword that could stun the world.