Bie Yanghong once brought all the images of that holy battle into Chen Changsheng's mind.
The language of the Holy Light Continent is somewhat similar to the Dragon Language.
When he was a child reciting the last volume of Daoyuan Zongfu in the old temple in Xining Town, he had learned how to read those characters from his master.
In the cave at the bottom of 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 Angel of Light, and he can also understand some.
Although it may not be very accurate, he knows that what the Angel of Light said to him is not what the fire thief meant.
The meaning of that sentence or that syllable should be the descendant of light or the inheritor of light.
What does it mean
Chen Changsheng didn't understand.
The emotional changes in the eyes of the Holy Light Angel, those cold, severe, and extremely terrifying, are not necessarily an attitude towards him, but more like a certain kind of vigilance.
Suddenly, the angel of holy light came to the sky filled with sword rain.
There was no sound, and no movement was seen. He didn't seem to move, but he 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 the law of heaven and earth.
The angel of holy light looked at Chen Changsheng in the sword rain, and raised the light spear in his hand.
Chen Changsheng stood in front of the blind luthier.
The blind luthier sensed what he was about to do.
The night wind blew his gray hair.
The fingers of the blind luthier fell on the strings.
The harsh and desolate sound of the piano sounded again, and there was a great unwillingness hidden in it.
If it wasn't for being attacked by the suzerain back then, he must have entered the sacred realm now. Even if he is still not the opponent of this angel of light, he is enough to fight head-on.
Really unwilling!
But... so what!
The sound of the piano was steep and high, and all the unwillingness turned into a fighting spirit, and he slashed towards the angel of light outside the sword formation!
Inspired by the sound of the zither, hundreds of swords in the night sky buzzed and vibrated at a high speed until they could not be seen clearly by naked eyes.
The howling cold wind blew the yellow sand on the ground, but it could not exceed a distance of one foot.
A foot above the ground is filled with the sound of piano and sword intent.
The blind luthier burned all his true energy and sent out his strongest blow.
At this moment, the Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation's intentions were also shattered to the extreme.
Angel of Holy Light didn't pay attention to it at all, let alone avoid it, and still stood there, watching Chen Changsheng quietly.
Those zither sounds and sword intent don't know where they went.
Chen Changsheng and the blind luthier kept staring at the Angel of Light to make sure that the other party hadn't done anything.
Even if this angel of holy light had an unimaginably perfect divine body, why didn't he leave a trace
Could it be that why the sword intent and the sound of the piano didn't fall on him
how did you do that
Chen Changsheng suddenly saw a streamer in the depths of the night.
The streamer was very faint, like the remains of a bonfire after a night of burning.
But that stream of light is quite clear, obviously carrying a certain order, or direction.
He thought of some possibility, and his expression changed slightly.
Could it be that at the moment when the sky filled with sword intent and the sound of the zither fell, this angel of holy light retreated into the depths of the night, and then returned to the field again
Just like he came to the field from the courtyard gate just now.
How can he defeat such an unimaginable speed
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Angel of Holy Light quietly looked at Chen Changsheng in the sword formation, his eyes changed again.
This kind of change is very slow, but it has a sense of grandeur, just like the sea has become a mulberry field, and the sea of stars has become a tomb of light.
Those harsh, cruel and terrifying emotions turned into indifference again, but this time there were some inexplicable things in the indifference.
Looking into the eyes of the Angel of Light, Chen Changsheng felt a little chilly.
Not because of fear, but because of the impact of fear many years ago on his mind.
When he was ten years old, there were many roars of monsters on the lonely peak in the cloud tomb.
Senior brother Yu Ren fanned him by the bed, occasionally turning his head to look at the distant mountains.
Chen Changsheng remembered very clearly that before every time his senior turned his head, there would be such emotion in his eyes.
The angel of holy light raised his light spear and stabbed at the sky full of sword rain.
The swords reacted naturally, and the sword array flowed like clouds, tightly sealing off the entire world.
With a loud bang, the yellow sand on the ground jumped up neatly, breaking through a distance of just one foot.
It looks like the entire ground of the courtyard has risen a bit.
It seemed that the bodies of Chen Changsheng and the blind luthier had sunk to the ground.
What's under the ground? The Abyss or the Prison of God's Power
The wind howled and was cut to pieces by the sound of the piano.
The blind luthier lowered his head, his hands fluttering on the strings, the wound on his left shoulder burst open, and blood danced wildly.
Chen Changsheng's spiritual consciousness was connected to the sword array, and his face suddenly became paler.
The light spear stopped outside the rain of swords all over the sky.
But at the next moment, in the depths of the sky full of sword rain, suddenly a sharp and bright spear tip protruded from nothingness!
Looking at the bright spear point in front of him, Chen Changsheng realized that his Nanxizhai Sword Formation could not really block the opponent's attack at all!
There was a soft snap!
The strings on the guqin broke from it, rolled up like the whiskers of a water-swallowing dragon, and tightly bound to the spear tip!
The ten fingers of the blind luthier who landed on the strings were instantly shattered by the terrifying force from the strings, and the blood flowed wildly.
Chen Changsheng went forward with a horizontal sword.
With a soft snap, the middle of the Zangfeng scabbard touched the tip of the spear.
Then, there was a toothache grinding sound.
That wasn't the sound of the spear point rubbing against the scabbard of the hidden front.
It was the sound of bones trembling constantly ringing in his body.
The spear point protruding from the void, apart from being bright, there is nothing special about it.
Only Chen Changsheng and the blind luthier could feel the weight 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 human beings bear it
Chen Changsheng had a perfectly cleansed body without scale, and had even been soaked in the blood of a real dragon. In terms of body strength, it could be said to be rare in the world.
But he couldn't bear the power coming from the tip of the spear, and he was about to collapse and die.
Qun Jian was connected with him, felt the crisis he was facing at this time, but could not help him.
They have to block the light spear body in the hand of the Holy Light Angel, and they are under even greater pressure.
The wind and rain are slightly chaotic.
The Nanxi Zhai sword formation was also a little messed up.
If it wasn't for the fact that the Holy Light Angel seemed 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 luthier couldn't last any longer.
The Demon Lord watched this scene quietly, and did not say farewell to His Holiness the Pope as lightly as in line with Xuelaocheng's aesthetics, because he knew that Chen Changsheng still had tricks.
Whether it's Zhou Garden, Green Leaf World, or something else.
Before all those methods were used, he believed that Chen Changsheng would not die.