Fighter of the Destiny

Chen Changsheng saw very clearly that the pressure displayed by the Holy Light Angel in the depths of the night was extremely powerful. Even in the storms of the past, only Old Man Tianji or the other two years ago could compete with it.

No one can tell whether the Ligong Formation can suppress this person, or how long it can suppress him.

The current palace formation is not complete, Mao Qiuyu is still in Kyoto.

More importantly, according to Bieyang Hong, there were two Holy Light Angels who appeared with the black robes that day.

Now that one Holy Light Angel has appeared, another one must also appear. Where is he at this time?

This is what Chen Changsheng is most worried about.

Obviously, the appearance of these two Holy Light Angels is related to the Demon Lord.

In a very short time, he made a decision.

It is necessary to kill the Demon King while the Holy Light Angel has not yet broken through the palace formation and the Holy Light Angel has not yet appeared.

This meant that he needed to enter the night in the courtyard, and even venture into the depths.

At the same time, he still needed to maintain the palace formation to suppress the Holy Light Angel and ensure that the Demon Lord could not leave.

What should I do?

"Don't let him out."

Chen Changsheng put the magic staff into Tang Sanliu's hand.

Tang Sanliu said in disbelief: "It's me again?"

This question makes no sense. There is no one else on the court who can temporarily replace the formation pivot except him.

In other words, Chen Changsheng was the only one who wanted to hold the divine scepter of the state religion in his hand.

Who let His Majesty the Pope fall into his hands from the very beginning when he handed down the divine staff?

Although Tang Sanliu's expression was very annoyed and these three words sounded like a groan of pain, he did not refuse.

Because he knew he couldn't refuse.

He took a step forward and raised the staff in his hand.

The expensive leather boots from Tianliang County fell on the hard bluestone floor, leaving a very deep mark. The divine staff shined brightly in his hand, driving five important treasures including the Falling Star Stone, exuding even more terrifying pressure, and rushed towards the Holy Light Angel in the depths of the night.

Tang Sanliu's face suddenly turned pale, but his eyes looked particularly determined.

Chen Changsheng did not see this scene. Before Tang Sanliu took that step, he had already disappeared into the night.

The sacred power of the palace formation isolated the courtyard from heaven and earth, and suppressed the night and other worlds, but it had no effect on him.

The night was so dark, blocking all sight, but it couldn't slow down his speed at all.

His consciousness is like water, able to light up the most distant stars in the night sky, and he can naturally see through the night in front of him.

It's just that the Demon King has retreated very deep and has merged with the night. It will take some time to find it.

Now, what he lacks most is time.

Fortunately, he is not alone.

When he handed the divine staff to Tang Sanliu, that person had already entered the night.

To be more precise, that person never exited the night at all.

The sound of the piano sounded sharply, and walked into the dark night without any warmth.

The blind luthier's realm is indeed unfathomable, and his mind is extremely powerful. Even the arrival of the Holy Light Angel cannot make him waver in the slightest.

Chen Changsheng heard the sound of the piano, turned his eyes slightly, and the wind and rain swords followed.

The night was torn apart by the fierce sword intent and the cold sound of the piano, and a passage appeared.

There is a tree at the end of the passage.

The Demon Lord retreated in an airy manner, placing barriers in front of him with his hands.

The sword intent and the sound of the piano followed, and the barriers were broken one after another like glass mirrors.

With countless crisp sounds, the Demon Lord fell to the ground, and his black robe, which was as dark as night, was cut with countless sharp cuts.

In those cracks, faint golden blood was slowly overflowing.

The wind was still howling, but suddenly became stagnant for a moment.

Chen Changsheng and the blind piano player appeared on the scene.

The sound of the piano lingers, and the swords naturally form a formation like wind and rain.

The tree suddenly disappeared.

It doesn't really turn into nothingness, but it is cut into the smallest powder by the sound of the piano and the sword.

The powder is so fine that even the wind cannot roll it up and cannot be seen.

Chen Changsheng and the blind piano master did not continue to attack because they felt wary.

The Demon Lord stopped and did not retreat any further.

He stood where the tree once stood, standing in his own night, looking at Chen Changsheng and the blind piano player with a calm expression.

- It's like looking at two perfect works of art that are worthy of admiration, even admiration.

The artistic style in Xuelao City has always been complicated and gorgeous, but when you really look at the core, it is always full of cold meaning of death.

The best work of art is death itself.

In the eyes of the Demon Lord, Chen Changsheng and the blind piano master were already two dead people.

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Chen Changsheng and the blind violinist felt increasingly alarmed.

Where does the Demon King's confidence come from? Where is that vague murderous intention hidden?

That fog-like light group in the night sky?

No, the Holy Light Angel in the light group is not yet able to break through the restrictions of the palace formation.

There is also an Angel of Holy Light.

Chen Changsheng was already prepared for this.

The string of stone beads had dropped from his wrist to his palm at some point.

He held the slightly cool stone beads and stared silently at the night around him.

As long as he can determine the opponent's position, he will launch the strongest attack on the strong man from another continent.

He is confident that even if he cannot kill or seriously injure the opponent, he will still cause great trouble to the opponent.

Because there is a different kind of combat experience and wisdom passed down by Senior Hong in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Because he has a heavenly book tablet.

By that time, he believed that the blind luther master would definitely seize the opportunity and kill the demon king amidst the sound of the zither.

But now he found that his arrangement seemed to come to nothing.

As mentioned before, his consciousness is as quiet as water. He can see the most distant stars in the night sky and ignore the deepest night.

But he could not determine the location of the Holy Light Angel.

The courtyard was so quiet at night.

Whether it was the confrontation between the palace formation and the Holy Light Angel, or the Demon Lord right in front of them, they seemed to be things from another world.

Chen Changsheng looked at the Demon Lord, his expression still calm, and his palms were already a little wet.

The five stone beads formed from the Heavenly Book Tablet became a little slippery with sweat. The feeling was very bad, which made him even more wary.

The current situation has become like quicksand, impossible to grasp.

The responses of spiritual consciousness that dispersed in all directions and the music of the piano in the night sky told him.

The Holy Light Angel is not in the night, not in this courtyard, and should not even be on this continent.

Why are the warning signs still there and getting stronger?

The Angel of Holy Light, who was confronting the Li Gong formation in the sky, showed up without any warning.

Is it going to be exactly the same situation again?

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Only a very short moment passed when the tree disappeared.

The sword intentions and piano sounds of Chen Changsheng and the blind piano master have brought the night back and forth several times.

They never noticed that there was a stone statue at the back door of the courtyard not far to the side.

Even in the dark night, the stone statue was very eye-catching. If they turned around, they would definitely see it.

It was a half-crouching **** man with a pair of wings behind him.

It looks somewhat similar to the angel in the light group in the sky.

In fact, this **** stone statue was originally an angel.

Chen Changsheng and the blind piano master failed to discover this stone statue because it was a real stone statue.

This stone statue has no breath, no breathing, no vitality, no temperature, and no movement.

In other words, this stone statue is a dead thing.

No matter which angle you look at it from, whether you use your spiritual consciousness, sword intention or piano sound to come into contact with it, you can only come to this conclusion.

Suddenly, the stone statue opened its eyes.

He came to life.