Where the Lord of the Devils stood, there used to be a tree.
That tree has now been chopped into nothingness by the music of the blind luthier and the sword intent of Chen Changsheng.
When the sound of the zither and the intent of the sword fell, a green leaf on the thinnest tip of the highest branch was swept up by the wind and then carried away and fell.
The green leaf fell on the closed eyes of the stone statue on the side of the back door.
Neither Chen Changsheng nor the blind luthier found the stone statue, logically speaking, it is impossible to find the stone statue to open its eyes.
But when the stone statue opened its eyes, the green leaf was bounced away and gently floated into the wind.
The blind luthier's ears twitched slightly, and he flipped his hands over to place the Guqin in front of him. His true energy surged, shaking Chen Changsheng away.
There was no sound, but there was a sudden light in the night.
The light was a long, thin point of light that looked like a needle.
The speed of that light needle was very fast, like a real light, one moment it was still in the depths of the night, and the next moment it came to the two of them.
There was a soft bang.
The slender light needle easily pierced the guqin that the blind luthier was holding in front of him, penetrated his left shoulder, and then disappeared into the night again.
The blind luthier's face became extremely pale, blood gushed out like a slurry, and the hands holding the guqin trembled violently, as if they would fall down in the next moment.
The slender light needle left only a slight wound on his left shoulder, but it seemed to have seriously injured him.
The sound of piercing the sky resounded densely, and more than seven hundred swords flew back from the night sky, protecting Chen Changsheng and the blind luthier inside.
Countless swords point towards the periphery, looking like a fruit with countless thorns.
This is the most stable formation of imperial swords in the Nanxizhai Sword Formation.
The blind luthier relaxed slightly, unable to bear the pain any longer, he let out a muffled grunt, and put down the guqin in his hand.
The slender needle of light only penetrated his left shoulder, but the sacred but strange aura attached to it was constantly engulfing his meridians.
With the blind luthier's half-step sacred super-high realm, even if his true energy is exhausted, he can't use his spiritual consciousness to drive out that aura.
What kind of breath is this? What is that slender light needle
The gazes of Chen Changsheng and the blind luthier fell on the stone statue through the rain of swords all over the sky.
The stone statue has opened its eyes and stood up.
His eyes were extremely indifferent, without any emotion, neither love nor hatred, just cold, as if they were not life.
But the powerful breath revealed in the depths of his eyes is so real and vivid.
If you look deep into his eyes, or you can see the purest wisdom, it is the law of heaven and earth itself.
There is no doubt that this statue is a real life.
It's just that he is different from all the lives that have ever appeared on this continent, no matter the way of existence or the origin.
The blind luthier couldn't see the opponent's naked, perfect body and the pair of holy wings.
But he could clearly feel the presence of the other party.
His face became even paler.
The stone statue slowly raised its right hand.
The night shrouded the courtyard and it was so dark that even Chen Changsheng could only rely on his spiritual sense to detect the environment.
But when the stone statue raised its right hand, some rays of light hidden in the space cracks were still extracted from the deepest night.
Those rays of light converged into his hands, gradually formed into bundles, and then took on a specific shape.
It was a spear made of a beam of light.
The blind luthier listened intently, listening to the sound of the tiniest space being pierced and annihilated by the light, his face no longer turned pale.
He no longer has any thoughts, so he is no longer vigilant and uneasy.
He held the guqin tightly with trembling hands, and whispered to Chen Changsheng, "Go."
That slender needle of light made him powerless to fight back, not to mention they were facing a spear of light at this time!
Chen Changsheng understood what the blind luthier meant.
The blind luthier was going to use his own life to block the pursuit of this light spear and the possible demon king, in exchange for Chen Changsheng's exit from the night.
As long as Chen Changsheng can exit the courtyard, he can enter the eye of the Li Palace formation.
Even if he couldn't defeat these two peerless powerhouses from another continent, at least he would have a little more life, or more time.
Chen Changsheng did not accept the blind luthier's request.
At this moment, even if there is more time, there may not be a little more vitality.
And he won't let the blind luthier stay here alone.
He had prepared in advance.
He knew that when he killed the Demon Lord, he would most likely meet the second Angel of Light.
That is, the stone statue that came to life.
According to Bie Yanghong, this Angel of Light ruled that the holy name Yinlei was more terrifying than the Angel of Light who was confronting the Li Palace formation at this time.
Chen Changsheng drew out the Wugou sword and connected it to the scabbard, and then held the hilt with both hands.
Following this movement, the string of stone beads that he had been holding in his hand was also put on the hilt of the sword.
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Looking at this scene, the Demon Lord in the distance raised his eyebrows slightly.
He naturally knew what this meant.
Now the whole continent knows that when Chen Changsheng's short sword is connected to the scabbard, it will become a long sword.
That would only happen when Chen Changsheng was desperate.
The problem is, Chen Changsheng should know who his opponent is.
The devil knew that Chen Changsheng knew, so he didn't know why Chen Changsheng came to kill him, and he insisted on standing where he was, refusing to retreat.
Do you really think that you can wipe out the powerful life from another continent
Do you really think that in the face of an unsolvable desperate situation, it will be useful to work hard
Chen Changsheng behaved very calmly, without showing any passion or impulsive emotions.
Naturally, the courtyard under the darkness of night did not have any tragic atmosphere.
He knew very well that the Angel of Light was terrifying.
I don't know why, but today these two angels of holy light are even stronger than when Bie Yanghong met them.
But he still wanted to give it a try.
Just like what Wang Po did when facing Zhu Luo's sword and the sky full of moonlight in the wind and rain in Xunyang City.
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The Angel of Light's gaze was indifferent.
He ignored the more than seven hundred famous swords that were about to rain in the night.
His gaze fell on Chen Changsheng.
His eyes gradually changed.
More and more cruel, more severe, more and more terrible.
But what's really shocking is that these are emotions.
This is a very rare thing.
What did this Angel of Light see on Chen Changsheng
Or, what did he feel in Chen Changsheng's body
An extremely weird syllable burst out from the lips of the Angel of Light.
There seemed to be countless thunders echoing between the sky and the earth.
Hearing this voice, Mo Jun's expression became a little strange.
The same goes for Chen Changsheng.
There is no need to convert the legal principles of heaven and earth by itself.
He vaguely understood what the other party meant.