Before the violent holy power fell into the courtyard, the wind arrived ahead of schedule.
The howling wind rolled up the yellow sand on the ground and threw it around, as if it came to the wasteland.
The Demon Lord stood in the yellow sand all over the sky, his eyes were extremely dark, and his face became extremely pale.
Not because of fear, but because in a very short time, he made his blood boil, and immediately began to burn violently.
An extremely cold but extremely thick breath gushed out from his demon body and headed towards the sky.
His black hair was loose, dancing wildly in the wind and sand, like thousands of snakes.
The magic robe glowed with a faint light, and the surface seemed to be burning with a flame without temperature.
As the cold flame spread, the magic breath quickly enveloped half of the courtyard centered on the single tree.
The most obvious sign is that a piece of night fell on the field.
That piece of night was so cold, full of silence and darkness, representing the most chilling and ruthless order.
That ray of light is so warm, even hot, sacred, but also infinitely active.
This courtyard adjacent to the Xiangzu Manor is not small in size, but it is nothing 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 meet.
Logically speaking, when these two auras with diametrically opposite essences meet, they should form a spectacular scene of heaven and earth breaking apart.
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.
It's just that the sheep on the hillside looked at the sky in confusion, wondering why noon and night appeared at the same time.
These two breaths are the purest breaths in the world.
The greatness seen is rooted in the most subtle essential differences of things.
The real contest takes place in the most subtle places, such as in a grain of yellow sand, or in a wisp of cold wind.
At least in a short period of time, it is difficult to see any magnificent picture.
But that doesn't mean real peace.
Those dangers hidden in the smallest details, once they can be seen, are very likely to have devastating results.
Chen Changsheng knew it, and so did Ling Hai Zhiwang and others, but he didn't care because the power of light was clearly dominant at this time.
It's just that I don't understand why the Demon Lord chooses this kind of response. Could it be that he thinks that with his own magic skills, he can counter the Li Palace formation
There was a cry.
The white crane is a fairy bird with extremely strong spiritual consciousness, sensing the danger in the field, it flapped its wings and flew away.
There was a piano movement.
The blind luthier held the guqin, tapped his toes lightly, and then swept it tens of feet away, his sleeves fluttering.
The sound of the piano was suddenly high, as if torn silk.
A gap was torn open in the night in half of the courtyard.
The bright aura emanating from the Li Palace Formation lingered around him.
From afar, he looks like a crane rushing into the nether world.
He is no longer a passer-by in Wenshui City, nor is he a living dead with a haggard heart.
He is the Great Elder of the Longevity Sect who was gifted, profound, and powerful a hundred years ago.
The piano sounded again.
Dozens of invisible waves followed his fingers, left the strings, and oscillated towards the surroundings.
The edge of the night had already been torn open, and at this time, it was pulled even bigger by the invisible piano sound.
When night fell, the Demon Lord's figure quickly became blurred, as if he was about to escape into the night.
Everyone knew that even if the Great Formation of the Li Palace was completed, once the Demon Lord was allowed to enter the night, it would take more energy to force him out.
More importantly, it will inevitably consume more time.
No one knows the final outcome of Baidi 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 strong people of the human race outside the courtyard, the strength of the blind luthier is undoubtedly the highest.
So his reaction is also the fastest.
Where the sound of the zither fell, the night was dim, and the vague figure of the Demon Lord became somewhat clear again.
Dozens of very thin lights flashed in the pupils of the Demon Lord.
It was the projection of the invisible piano sound in his mind.
Then, more than ten black spots appeared in his pupils.
That was the projection of the incomparably dark shield armor in his eyes.
Countless dense and sharp cutting sounds sounded.
More than ten pieces of incomparably dark shields revolved around the Demon Lord's body at high speed, leaving no loopholes.
The invisible sounds of the zither and the attack of the blind lyre who followed were all blocked by the black shields.
Hundreds of dense space cracks formed on the surface of the shield armor, and then disappeared.
The flying yellow sand was blackened by the night, before it floated to the shield armor, it was quickly cut into finer powder.
Several exclamations sounded outside the courtyard.
"The Nether Seventeen Armored Armor!"
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As the owner of the Northern Continent, if he dared to come to Baidi City alone, the Demon Lord certainly had something to rely on.
Like the Nether Seventeen Armor, which is comparable to a divine weapon, he may even have many of them.
The blind luthier was not surprised, and continued to attack forward with countless rays of light.
Looking at the opponent who broke into the night, the Demon Lord's expression remained unchanged, and he reached out to take a sword from the night.
The whole body of the sword is dark, without any edge, but it seems to be able to absorb everyone's eyes and all the light.
No exclamation sounded.
Those who knew the sword were so shocked that they couldn't speak.
Sunset Sword.
This is the sword of the former Demon Lord.
This sword has been seen twice outside the city of Luoyang, and I have seen the Shuangyu sharp gun.
Compared with this sword, Nanke's Southern Cross sword is nothing at all.
Compared with this sword, the color of Nether Seventeen Armor is so dim.
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The sunset sword cut down.
The whole night seemed to drop hundreds of feet to the ground following the move of the Demon Lord.
An unimaginable coercion bombarded the blind luthier from above.
Chen Changsheng didn't know if the blind luthier could withstand the power of this handed down magic sword, and he didn't need to know.
When the demon king drew his sword, he also drew his sword.
His right hand is still holding the sacred scepter of the state religion, presiding over the Ligong formation, suppressing the sky and night, and preventing the devil from escaping.
He doesn't 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 whizzed out from the hidden front scabbard, and instantly traveled a distance of more than a hundred feet to attack the demon king.
Today, if he wants to kill the Demon Lord, taking action is naturally the strongest method.
The sharp sword intent pierced through the sky and the earth, as if it wanted to pierce both the light and the night.
More than seven hundred swords reflected light, connected end to end, rushing away with an indomitable momentum.
Back then in Zhou Garden, he once displayed a trick called Jackie Chan with Ten Thousand Swords.
Since then, due to various reasons, he can no longer display such a powerful sword technique.
But today's sword of his already had some feeling and power of that sword at that time.
The sound of countless metal frictions resounded in the dark night, endlessly.
More than seven hundred sword intents cut everything between heaven and earth, sharper than the music of the blind luthier.
Even the blind luthier himself had to step aside temporarily, waiting for the sword intent to rain down first.
Countless fragments splashed in all directions, and countless extremely thin but unfathomable small holes appeared on the ground.
The nearest wall turned into debris without a sound, and was blown away by the wind without leaving any traces.
No matter the sound or the picture, it is so weird, even creepy.
After a while, the wind and rain of more than seven hundred swords took a break.
The dark shields around the Demon Lord were gone.
The legendary magic weapon, Nether Seventeen Armor, was destroyed in this way.