All the swords agreed, including the sword flying the tallest, brightest and most dazzling in the sky directly in front of the mausoleum, and at the same time the most proud sword, there was no objection, but the sword trembled slightly, He seemed a little contemptuous of the sword intent that came into his body, and didn't care about the opponent's origin.
Now that the Li Shan Sword Intent has connected Wan Jian, what he needs to do is to use this Sword Intent to let the Wan Dao Sword perform sword moves. Since it is the Li Shan Sword Intent, of course what he wants to use is also the Li Shan Sword Fa—Because of the marriage contract with Xu Yourong and the many stories that happened in the capital, in the eyes of many people, there is an unresolvable enmity between the Orthodox Academy and the Lishan Sword Sect, and between him and the Qilu of the Kingdom of God represented by Mr. Qiushan. Interestingly, what he knows the most is the Lishan sword technique.
Because the master formula of Li Shan's swordsmanship has always been by his side, and also because all the talented opponents he has met since he started practicing are from Li Shan.
The Lishan Sword Sect is the sword of Zhenshan, a sect in the south. It has practiced the way of swords for generations. It has created countless sets of sword techniques from ancient times to the present. There are more than 30,000 sword moves that are eligible to be included in the general formula of Lishan swordsmanship. , have been firmly remembered in his mind, of course, he could not be able to master all the sword intentions needed for those sword moves in just one year, but now there is the one in the yellow paper umbrella. With the help of Li Shan Sword Intent, there is no problem for him to perform these Li Shan Sword Techniques, the biggest problem is still his spiritual consciousness.
How many paths can his spiritual consciousness be divided into, how many swords can he control and use those Lishan sword techniques
In the clear sky after the rain, Nanke closed his eyes, his face was pale, his black hair was fluttering, and the soul tree was shining brightly, driving the monsters to attack the mausoleum while preparing for the final blow. Seeing her, the Black Sea of Beast Tide behind her, and the two terrifying mountain-like giant beasts, Chen Changsheng also closed his eyes.
The more than 30,000 sword moves in Li Shan's general formula of swordsmanship turned into real pictures at an incomprehensible speed, passing by in his sea of consciousness non-stop.
There was a slight rubbing sound around the mausoleum, and then a faint creaking sound could be heard, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, several miles in an instant, it was impossible to judge the location at all, and naturally it was even more impossible to attack. The mighty moth is coming.
With his eyes still closed, Chen Changsheng suddenly raised his right arm and pointed towards a certain place in front of the Shinto.
Following the direction of his fingers, a dense and extremely sharp howling of swords resounded in the sky in front of the mausoleum.
A hundred swords pierced through the air.
Caress the willow and hope to return! Eighteen bends of the mountain road! Luojian! In front of the mountain!
These sword moves are all Mountain Gate Swords of the Li Mountain Sword Sect.
From the first form to the last form, these one hundred swords used one hundred sword moves respectively.
This is equivalent to a hundred disciples of Lishan Sword Sect making sword moves at the same time.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for Chen Changsheng's true essence to be so abundant, but don't forget that those swords are burning their own lives, and this is their last battle. With his current level of cultivation and extremely powerful Sword Intent to Shroud the Sky, the power of these hundred swords at this moment is not comparable to the sword moves issued by ordinary disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect, but the power of Lishan Sword Sect. An inner disciple of Jianzong, even the level of the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God!
What kind of power would a hundred Liang Banhu, a hundred Qijian, or a hundred Guan Feibai fire their swords at the same time
Even the powerhouse at the peak of the star-gathering peak can't stand up to its edge, what about the star-gathering high-ranking monster
The sword light criss-crossed in front of the Shinto, slashing towards it, and penetrated deeply into the ground in front of the Shinto. A mountain gate made of sword light stands in front of Shinto! This mountain gate is majestic and majestic, solemn and sacred, as if it came from Li Mountain!
A roar full of anger and bewilderment resounded from the ground. Immediately afterwards, the ground rolled and cracked. The soil cat turned into a stream of light with a stream of black blood, and desperately sprinted towards the outside of the mausoleum. He was seriously injured!
A hundred swords did not pursue, fluttering slowly in the sky before Shinto.
The mountain gate is ethereal, as if in the clouds.
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Where there is cloud and mist, there is moisture, and the dark cloud that was cut by the sword intent slowly approached with the idea of nature, and rain fell from the sky again, but it was much subtler.
Nan Ke closed her eyes, the rain wet her pale face.
The old man playing the piano was covered in blood on the Shinto. He was already dead. Ning Cui passed out, and Hua Qiu also passed out. The iron pot, standing under Nanke, protects her.
Looking at the mountain gate made up of a hundred swords on the Shinto, the couple looked dignified—the hundred swords came together, and the terrifying monster beast at the upper level of Gathering Stars was instantly injured. Don't say that the current realm is suppressed at the upper level of Tongyou, even if it recovers to the Zhou Dynasty. With the powerful combat power outside the garden, can he take over this round of violent sword attacks
What shocked them most was how Chen Changsheng's spiritual consciousness could be so powerful that it could be divided into hundreds of ways, using a hundred swords to make a hundred sword moves!
Has anything like this ever happened in this continent before
The soul tree in front of Nanke is getting brighter and brighter, and the shadow in the sky is getting lower and lower, gradually lowering to her body.
The tide of beasts like a black ocean finally arrived around the mausoleum, spread upward, and began to attack. Countless monsters roared and roared, jumped onto the huge rock in the mausoleum, and quickly climbed upwards. In a short period of time, the lower half of the mausoleum was flooded by the tide of beasts, and it was in chaos. The crowded monsters were constantly surging, which seemed a little disgusting.
The mausoleum is too big, and there are too many monsters everywhere. The hundred swords on the Shinto kept beheading, like a real mountain gate, but there was no way to stop the momentum of the beast tide. Chen Changsheng needed more swords, and those swords were in the sky around the mausoleum.
Standing in the drizzle on the edge of the stone platform, his face became a little pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
Countless strokes of Lishan swordsmanship were flashing in his sea of consciousness. Together with that sword intent, his consciousness passed through the yellow paper umbrella and landed on the bodies of all the swords.
Myriad Dao Spiritual Knowledge Myriad Dao Sword.
Thousands of sword lights and thousands of screams.
Countless shrill howls of swords resounded around the mausoleum, instantly overpowering the roar of the beast horde, occupying the entire grassland on which the sun never sets.
Countless swords flew through the air, killing the beast tide!
The drizzle could not cover the setting sun on the edge of the grassland, and the warm red light emitted by the seemingly temperatureless light group fell on the swords of those swords.
Those swords seemed to be burning, flying around the mausoleum, passing through, like golden crows.
The Golden Crow returns to Lishan!
This is a sword move.
A powerful sword move.
Wipe, wipe, wipe!
Countless intensive cutting sounds sounded, and hundreds of monsters on the southwestern side of the mausoleum were cut off by a golden rain of swords!
Dozens of swords were scattered in the sky north of the mausoleum, and the trail of the swords was like a flower blooming.
The flowers are blooming!
This is still a sword move.
Countless deep sword marks instantly appeared on the ground of the grassland.
More than a dozen snakes that were rushing towards the mausoleum were broken inch by inch, and the fleshy lumps twitched in the dirty blood.
There are also countless swords moving violently, fighting with the sharp minions of those monsters.
The blood of the monster mixed with the luster of the sword, spraying the world.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, within a tiny inch, the sword blew bursts above the sea of grass.
The mausoleum is like a huge fishing boat.
Fisherman's song is sung three times.
This is still the Li Shan swordsmanship.
Chen Changsheng's face became paler and paler, and his body trembled more and more.
But he held the yellow paper umbrella, stood in the light rain, and never fell down, so the swords continued to fight.
Hundreds of swords came to the mountain-like fallen mountain fang.
Daoshan Liao let out an angry howl, and the stone pillar in his hand, with unimaginable power, smashed towards the sword rain.
There was a loud roar on the grassland.
As soon as the sword rain fell, it regrouped again and headed towards the mountain to kill the generals.
Mountain ghosts are divided into rocks.
The star hook crosses the day.
Luhua Lingwu.
These were the three tricks that Gou Hanshi commanded and used consecutively during the battle between Qi Jian and Tang Sanshiliu at the Ivy Banquet.
Today it was used by Chen Changsheng to deal with this terrifying monster.
Hundreds of clear sword marks appeared on the mountain-like body of the inverted mountain lizard!
Looking at this scene, looking at the countless pictures around the mausoleum, the dignified look on the faces of Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er has disappeared, leaving only paleness. They have seen many strong men in the human army on the snowfield battlefield, and they have seen many shocking scenes, and they have seen too many miraculous things before Zhou Ling today.
But at this moment, they were still too shocked to speak.
Teng Xiaoming looked slightly bewildered, looked at Chen Changsheng in the rain and murmured: "This...how is it possible?"
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