Fighter of the Destiny

Bie Yihong once flashed all the images of that sacred battle into Chen Changsheng's mind.

The language of Holy Light Continent is somewhat similar to Dragon Language.

When he was a child and recited the last volume of Daoyuan Zongfu in the old temple in Xining Town, he had learned from his master how to read those words.

In the cave under Beixin Bridge, he even learned dragon language from the little black dragon for a long time.

The Demon Lord can understand the language of the Holy Light Angel, and he can also understand some of it.

Although it might not be very accurate, he knew that what the Holy Light Angel said to him was not what the Fire Thief meant.

The meaning of that sentence or that syllable should be the descendants of light or the inheritors of light.

What does it mean?

Chen Changsheng didn't understand.

The emotional changes in the eyes of the Holy Light Angel, those cold, stern, and extremely terrifying ones, were not necessarily his attitude toward him, but more likely stemmed from some kind of vigilance.

Suddenly, the Holy Light Angel came outside the sky full of sword rain.

There was no sound, and no movement was seen. He seemed not to move, but was no longer where he was before.

This scene is a bit weird and chilling, as if he can completely ignore the supreme rules of heaven and earth.

The Angel of Holy Light looked at Chen Changsheng in the rain of swords and raised the light spear in his hand.

Chen Changsheng stood in front of the blind piano master.

The blind luthier felt what he was about to do.

The night wind ruffled the gray hair.

The blind luthier's fingers fell on the strings.

The cold and melancholy sound of the piano sounded again, with great reluctance hidden in it.

If it weren't for the sneak attack by the sect leader, he must have entered the sacred realm now. Even if he is still no match for this Holy Light Angel, he can still fight head-on.

What a shame!

But...so what!

The sound of the piano was sudden and high, and all the unwillingness turned into fighting spirit, and he slashed towards the Holy Light Angel outside the sword formation!

Excited by the sound of the piano, hundreds of swords in the night sky buzzed and trembled at such a high speed that they could not be seen clearly with the naked eye.

The howling cold wind blew the yellow sand on the ground, but it could not get closer than a foot.

One foot above the ground was filled with the sound of piano and sword intent.

The blind luthier burned all his true energy and launched his strongest blow.

The formation intention of Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation was also destroyed to the extreme at this moment.

The Holy Light Angel didn't pay attention at all, let alone avoid it. He still stood there and looked at Chen Changsheng quietly.

The sound of the piano and the meaning of the sword have gone somewhere unknown.

Chen Changsheng and the blind piano master kept staring at the Holy Light Angel to make sure that the other party did nothing.

Even if this Holy Light Angel has an unimaginably perfect divine body, why does it leave no trace behind?

Why didn't the sword intent and piano music in the sky fall on him?

how did you do that?

Chen Changsheng suddenly saw a stream of light deep in the night.

The stream of light was very faint, like the remains of a campfire that burned all night.

But the stream of light is quite clear, and it obviously has some kind of order, or direction.

He thought of some possibility and his expression changed slightly.

Could it be that at the moment when the sword intent and the sound of the piano fell from the sky, the Holy Light Angel retreated into the depths of the night, and then returned to the field again?

Just like when he came to the venue from the courtyard gate just now.

How can we defeat a strong man from another world with such unimaginable speed?

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The Angel of Holy Light looked at Chen Changsheng in the sword formation quietly, and his eyes changed again.

This change is very slow, but it has a sense of grandeur, just like the vast sea turning into mulberry fields, and the sea of ​​stars turning into a tomb of light.

Those harsh, cold and terrifying emotions turned back into indifference again, but this time there was something inexplicable in the indifference.

Looking into the eyes of Holy Light Angel, Chen Changsheng felt a little chilled.

It wasn't because of fear, it was the influence left on his mind by the fear many years ago.

When I was ten years old, there were many roars of monsters coming from the lonely peak in Yun Tomb.

Senior Brother Yu Ren waved a fan for him beside the bed, occasionally turning his head to look at the distant mountains.

Chen Changsheng remembered clearly that every time his senior brother turned his head, there would be such an emotion in his eyes.

The Holy Light Angel raised his light spear and stabbed the sword rain in the sky.

The swords reacted naturally, and the sword array flowed like clouds, sealing the entire world tightly.

There was a loud bang, and the yellow sand on the ground jumped up neatly, just breaking through the distance of one foot.

It looks like the entire floor of the courtyard has risen.

It's like the bodies of Chen Changsheng and the blind piano master sank to the ground.

What's beneath the ground? Abyss or divine prison?

The strong wind howled and was cut into pieces by the sound of the piano.

The blind luthier lowered his head, his hands dancing wildly on the strings, the wound on his left shoulder burst open, and blood was dancing wildly.

Chen Changsheng's consciousness was connected to the sword formation, and his face suddenly became paler.

The light spear stopped outside the rain of swords in the sky.

But at the next moment, from the depths of the rain of swords in the sky, a sharp and bright spear tip poked out from the void!

Looking at the bright spear tip in front of him, Chen Changsheng realized that his Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation could not really block the opponent's attack!

There was a soft snap!

The strings on the guqin broke from the middle, rolled up like the whiskers of a water-swallowing dragon, and were tightly tied to the tip of the spear!

The blind luthier's ten fingers that rested on the strings were instantly shattered by the terrifying power coming from the strings, causing blood to flow wildly.

Chen Changsheng greeted him with a horizontal sword.

There was a soft snap, and the middle section of the hidden-edge scabbard pressed against the tip of the spear.

Then, there was a heart-wrenching friction sound.

That was not the sound of the spear tip rubbing against the scabbard of the hidden-edge sword.

It was the sound of bone shaking that kept ringing in his body.

There was nothing special about the spear tip protruding from the void, except that it was bright.

Only Chen Changsheng and the blind piano master could feel the weight carried on it.

That kind of weight can no longer be described by mountains and rivers.

That weight is heaven and earth.

This is the power of heaven and earth.

How can humans bear it?

Chen Changsheng has a perfectly marrow-free body that has been soaked in the blood of a true dragon. In terms of physical strength, it can be said to be rare in the world.

But he couldn't withstand the power coming from the tip of the spear, and he was about to collapse until he died.

The swordsmen were connected to his mind and felt the crisis he was facing at this time, but they were unable to help.

They have to block the main body of the light spear in the hands of the Holy Light Angel, and they bear even greater pressure.

The wind and rain are slightly chaotic.

The Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation is also in a bit of chaos.

If the Holy Light Angel hadn't seemed a little wary of some of Chen Changsheng's methods, or the sword formation would have been directly pierced by this domineering light spear at this time.

Even so, Chen Changsheng and the blind violinist could no longer support it for much longer.

The Demon Lord watched this scene quietly, and did not say farewell to the Pope in a calm way that conformed to the aesthetics of Xue Laocheng, because he knew that Chen Changsheng still had means.

Whether it's Zhou Garden or Qingye World, or something else.

Before all those methods were used, he believed that Chen Changsheng would not die.