Fighter of the Destiny

Before the violent holy power fell into the courtyard, the wind arrived in advance.

The howling wind picked up the yellow sand on the ground and kept throwing it around, as if we were in a wasteland.

The Demon Lord stood in the sky full of yellow sand, his eyes were extremely dark, and his face became extremely pale.

Not because of fear, but because in a very short time, his blood boiled and began to burn violently.

An extremely cold yet extremely thick breath surged out of his demonic body and headed toward the sky.

His black hair was loose and dancing wildly in the wind and sand, like thousands of snakes.

The magic robe glowed with a faint light, and its surface seemed to be burning with a temperatureless flame.

As the cold flame spread, the demonic breath quickly enveloped half of the courtyard centered on the single tree.

The most obvious sign was that darkness fell on the field.

The night was so cold, full of silence and darkness, representing the most chilling and cold order.

That light power is so warm, even hot, and apart from being sacred, it also has infinite vitality.

This courtyard adjacent to the Xiang Clan Manor is not small in area, but it is completely insignificant compared to these two grand auras.

In an instant, the entire courtyard was occupied by these two auras.

On one side is endless night.

On one side is endless light.

Then they met.

Logically speaking, when these two auras with completely opposite natures meet, they should form a spectacular scene of earth-shattering.

However, this scene did not happen. On the contrary, everything was so quiet, even peaceful.

Even the fish swimming in the mountain stream under the cliff outside the courtyard were not affected in any way.

But the sheep on the hillside looked at the sky in confusion, wondering why noon and late at night appeared at the same time.

These two breaths are the purest breaths in the world.

The grandeur of seeing is rooted in the subtlest essential differences in things.

The real battle takes place in the smallest places, such as a grain of yellow sand or a wisp of cold wind.

At least for a short period of time, it's hard to see anything spectacular.

But that doesn't mean true peace.

The dangers hidden in the smallest details are likely to have devastating consequences once they are seen.

Chen Changsheng knew it, and so did the King of Linghai and others, but they didn't care because the power of light was clearly dominant at this time.

I just don’t understand why the Demon Lord chose this response. Did he think that he could compete with the palace formation with his own magic power?

A crane chirped.

The white crane is a fairy bird with extremely strong spiritual consciousness. It senses the danger in the field and flutters its wings and flies away.

There was a sound of music.

The blind luthier held the guqin, tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and flew dozens of feet away, his sleeves fluttering.

The sound of the piano was suddenly high, like a piece of silk being torn apart.

A gap was torn open in the night in the middle of the courtyard.

The bright aura emanating from the palace formation lingered around him.

From a distance, he looked like a crane rushing into the underworld.

He is no longer an old-age passerby in Wenshui City, nor is he a living dead with a heart as broken as a tree.

He was the great elder of the Changsheng Sect a hundred years ago who was gifted, profound, and terrifying in combat power.

The sound of the piano sounded again.

Dozens of invisible waves followed his fingers, leaving the strings and oscillating around.

The edge of the night had been torn open, and at this time it was pulled even wider by the invisible sound of the piano.

When night fell, the figure of the Demon King quickly became blurry, as if he was about to escape into the night.

Everyone knows that even if the exit formation is completed, once the Demon Lord is allowed to enter the night, it will inevitably take more energy to force him out.

More importantly, it will definitely consume more time.

No one knows the final victory or defeat between Emperor Bai and Mrs. Mu, and no one knows whether the winner will take action to prevent the state religion from killing the demon king.

They must hurry up.

Among the powerful human beings outside the hospital, the blind luthier's level of strength was undoubtedly the highest.

So his reaction is also the fastest.

Where the music fell, the night dimmed, and the blurry figure of the Demon Lord became a little clearer again.

Dozens of extremely thin lights flashed in the Demon Lord's eyes.

It was the projection of the invisible piano sound in his mind.

Then, more than ten black spots appeared in his pupils.

It was the reflection of the extremely dark shield in his eyes.

Countless dense and sharp cutting sounds sounded.

More than a dozen extremely dark shields rotated around the Demon Lord's body at high speed, leaving no holes.

Those invisible musical sounds and the subsequent attacks of the blind harpist were all blocked by those black shields.

Hundreds of dense spatial cracks appeared on the surface of the shield and then disappeared.

The flying yellow sand was blackened by the night, floated in front of the shield, and was quickly cut into finer powder.

Several exclamations sounded outside the hospital.

"Seventeen Armors of the Netherworld!"

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As the master of the Northern Continent, the Demon Lord certainly had something to rely on if he dared to come to Baidi City alone.

He may even have many of these magical weapons that are comparable to artifacts like Netherworld Seventeen Armor.

Unaware of the surprise, the blind luthier continued to attack with countless rays of light.

Looking at the opponent who broke into the night, the Demon Lord's expression remained unchanged, and he stretched out his hand to take out a sword from the night.

The sword was completely black, with no edge visible, but it seemed to be able to absorb everyone's eyes and all light.

No exclamations were heard.

Those who recognized this sword were shocked beyond words.

Sunset Sword.

This is the sword of the previous generation of demon lords.

This sword has been seen outside Luoyang City, with two broken knives and Shuangyu Divine Spear.

Compared with this sword, Nanke's Southern Cross sword was nothing at all.

Compared with this sword, the color of Netherworld Seventeen Armor is so dim.

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The Sunset Sword slashed downwards.

The entire night seemed to have dropped hundreds of feet toward the ground following the Demon Lord's movement.

An unimaginable coercion struck the blind luthier from a high position.

Chen Changsheng didn't know whether the blind piano master could withstand the power of this legendary magic sword, and he didn't need to know.

When the Demon King drew his sword, he also drew his sword.

His right hand still holds the scepter of the national religion, presiding over the palace formation, suppressing the night sky and preventing the devil from escaping.

He does not need to hold the hilt of the sword, he only needs to turn his mind slightly, and countless swords will come out.

More than seven hundred famous swords roared out from the hidden-edge scabbards, instantly crossing a distance of more than a hundred feet and attacking the Demon Lord.

Today he wanted to kill the Demon Lord, so taking action was naturally the strongest method.

The fierce sword intent penetrated between heaven and earth, as if it wanted to pierce both light and night.

More than seven hundred swords reflected the light, connected end to end, and rushed away with an irreversible momentum.

Back in Zhou Yuan, he once used a move that could transform ten thousand swords into a dragon.

After that, due to various reasons, he could no longer display such a powerful sword technique.

But today, his sword has some of the feeling and power of that sword at that time.

Countless metallic scraping sounds sounded in the dim night, continuously.

More than 700 sword intentions cut through everything in the world, and they were much sharper than the sound of the blind luther master.

Even the blind luthier himself had to temporarily step aside and wait for the sword intent to fall like a torrential rain.

Countless fragments sputtered around, and countless extremely thin but unfathomable holes appeared on the ground.

The nearest wall quietly turned into debris, blown away by the wind without leaving a trace.

Both the sound and the picture are so weird, even creepy.

After a while, the wind and rain of more than 700 swords paused.

The dark shields surrounding the Demon Lord have disappeared.

The legendary magic weapon, the Seventeen Armors of the Netherworld, was destroyed in this way.