Fighter of the Destiny

Those more than seven hundred swords were once famous swords in the world.

Their former masters were all extremely powerful men who dared to go straight into the Demon Realm.

In their eyes, what is the Netherworld?

The wind and rain swords did not stop attacking and continued to cut down.

Only this time, the sword power was no longer as violent as before, but more solemn.

The positions between the swords are more certain and the connection is closer.

Because at the same time that they chopped off the Seventeen Armors of Netherworld, the Sunset Sword in the Demon Lord's hand also chopped off.

The dozen or so swords at the front let out angry screams and flew away diagonally from the shock, and several more swords were severed with a scream.

Since leaving the Zhou Garden, apart from meeting the previous Demon Lord in the Snow Ridge, this was the first time that Chen Changsheng's sword had been broken.

These swords were closely connected with his consciousness and could not be separated. His mind was affected and his face turned pale.

So he changed the sword posture and let the wind and rain swords form the Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation.

No matter how powerful the Sunset Sword is, it cannot break this sword formation. Where can the Demon Lord go?

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Seeing hundreds of swords destroying the Seventeen Armors of Netherworld like a rainstorm, the Demon Lord's expression did not change at all.

But looking at the sword formation that then appeared in the sky, his eyes finally showed a hint of surprise.

Chen Changsheng relied on this swordsmanship to defeat him on the observation deck.

Now he naturally knows that this is the rumored Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation.

Without the help of divine power beyond the secular realm, there is really no way for the Demon Lord to break this sword formation.

But there was still no fear in his eyes.

The setting sun sword really fell, cutting all the invisible piano sounds into pieces, but it did not touch the more than 700 swords that were about to fall like a heavy rain in the sky.

Because the Demon Lord's sword was not directed at Chen Changsheng, nor at the Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation.

From the very beginning, he never thought about confronting Chen Changsheng, let alone fighting with swords.

Even as proud as he is, he doesn't have the confidence to compete with Chen Changsheng in swordsmanship.

Those swords that were knocked away and cut off were defeated by the Sunset Sword because they were unable to cope with the Nether Armor after forcibly breaking it.

In fact, his sword was slashing towards the ground.

The Sunset Sword fell to the ground.

A sunset disappeared into the horizon.

Here comes the night.

This is painting the ground as night.

The figure of the Demon King retreated into the night.

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When the sun sets over the Western Sea, night will cover the entire continent. But the night at this time was not real, and even the entire compound could not be completely occupied. Under the attack of the light power of the Li Palace Formation, it was constantly retreating back.

Chen Changsheng knew that the Demon Lord did not leave, but retreated deeper.

But he didn't pursue it because he needed to preside over the formation, and because he had always been deeply wary in his heart.

The blind violinist didn't pursue him either, but his thoughts were obviously different from Chen Changsheng's.

The skinny fingers fell on the strings, and a buzzing sound sounded.

The sound of the piano is the signal.

His and Chen Changsheng's attacks successfully held the Demon Lord back for a moment.

Or it was just a blink of an eye, but it was enough for the little girl selling makeup and powder and the others to react.

Countless powders, either pink or white, were sprinkled towards the courtyard as if they were free of charge.

The fortune teller and the vendor stood in the sky full of powder, using this as a barrier, and looked at the copper coins and sand table to deduce attentively.

The six government officials threw the iron ropes on their shoulders toward the courtyard.

The night was clearly formless and qualityless. It was passed through by six iron ropes, and then pulled up and gradually tightened, as if it had turned into a real black cloth.

The two old men selling sesame candy lifted up the fronts of their gowns, took a step forward with solemn expressions, lowered their waists, bent their knees, and punched straight out!

Among the five kinds of people, these two old men selling sesame candy are the most silent and low-key, but they have the most profound skills.

They are descendants of the royal family, they practice the most authentic Sun Burning Technique, and they have the most powerful destructive power against demons!

There were two loud bangs, and countless dazzling rays of sunlight shot out from those two steady and royal fists.

There were two deep depressions in the taut night.

There was a heartbreaking crunching sound.

It was the sound of real space being distorted and about to burst.

As expected, they were indeed the strong men of the Wenshui Tang family. Together they could tear apart the night of the Demon Lord!

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Before the great light of the palace formation, the night in the courtyard receded, but could not retreat, and was about to collapse.

The strong men from the Tang family in Wenshui had already entered the courtyard.

Chen Changsheng's sword finally moved and entered the night.

Suddenly, he heard a clear sound of metal and stone.

The sound came from the sword at the front.

Then he felt an unimaginable force and something extremely hard, as if it was not something in the world.

A strong sense of alarm appeared in his eyes.

He had been prepared beforehand, and after the previous conversation with the Demon Lord, he was even more vigilant.

But he didn't expect that the other party would appear so suddenly without any warning.

The strong men of the Tang family in Wenshui were about to enter the night.

Especially the two old men selling sesame candy.

"retreat!"

The blind violinist heard Chen Changsheng's shout.

He didn't understand why he had to retreat when he saw that he was about to tear apart the night and successfully kill the Demon Lord.

But he knew something was bound to happen, so he turned into a streak of smoke and swept back without hesitation.

The two old men selling sesame candy also heard Chen Changsheng's shouts, and it was too late to retreat.

In the original arrangement, their Burning Sun Technique was the most critical means to kill the Demon Lord, so they were closest to the night.

A terrifying force swallowed up the scorching sun rays on their fists like a flood, and then attacked their bodies.

The power was so pure, yet so terrifying, as if it came from the Kingdom of God, and even made them unable to have the courage to resist.

After Chen Changsheng shouted that voice, he rushed forward.

He used the true meaning of the Burning Sword and performed the Ye Shi Step. His speed was as fast as lightning, and he was in front of the night in an instant.

At the critical moment when the flood-like power was about to fall on the two old men, his sword array struck down first.

Amidst countless shrill sword sounds, he reached out and grabbed the shoulders of the two old men and quickly retreated.

That invisible and terrifying power permeated every place in the courtyard, and even the tiniest dust seemed to have the weight of a mountain.

In the process of retreating, two streams of blood spurted out from the lips of the old man selling sesame candy, soaking the front of his gown.

Chen Changsheng fell to the ground, his body swaying slightly, and his face became paler.

Just a face-to-face meeting, without even being able to see his opponent, the strong man of the Tang family was seriously injured.

Even Chen Changsheng's sea of ​​consciousness was severely shaken.

The shrill sword cry suddenly disappeared, and the wind and rain swords flew back through the air, floating quietly around him.

If someone looks carefully, or can find at this time, dozens of the original seven hundred swords have been broken.

The hundreds of swords at the front were vibrating at high speed, looking extremely angry and a little confused.

What is there in the night?

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In the depths of the deep night, a point of light appeared.

The light spot was not particularly bright, even a little dim, but it was extremely shocking.

Because everyone has a feeling that this light spot seems to be close in front of us, but in fact it is millions of miles away.

How bright would it be if a point of light that could be seen millions of miles away were right in front of us?

When people thought about this problem, the light spot rapidly grew in size in their field of vision, emitting infinite light.

Those lights were so real, so blazing, so dazzling that even the light in the palace formation was robbed of its brightness!

Some priests from the Xihuang Taoist Temple covered their eyes and screamed in pain, fell to the ground and began to roll.