Looking at the thousands of swords in the night sky, Nanke's pupils shrank slightly.
It is already unbelievable to be able to control thousands of swords at the same time with spiritual consciousness, not to mention performing thousands of different sword techniques at the same time...
How did Chen Changsheng do it
At this point, she finally confirmed that even if Chen Changsheng didn't have these swords and no other means, just relying on his own spiritual consciousness, true energy, and swordsmanship cultivation would be enough to defeat him. She is now fighting Chen Changsheng head-on. If she didn't have the most extreme speed in the world, she would even have no chance.
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The Demon Lord is the most powerful opponent Chen Changsheng has encountered in his life. Facing such an enemy, he must of course use his most powerful means.
These swords in the night sky are his highest level and most complete performance in kendo.
Some of the old swords that accompanied him to freedom in the Zhouyuan Sword Pool were sent back to those sects, and some were given to friends. He and Mo Yu also had their own income, and there were many swords that Tang Thirty-Six had hidden in the Orthodox Academy. The sword, the sword that can still fight with him today, is about three thousand.
These swords have been in the scabbard of Zangfeng for many years, and they have been with him day and night, and they are connected with each other. They are as sharp as yesterday, and their power is even stronger than before.
Tonight, all the swords reflected the scenery and light in the night, and they quietly became dragons. They came one after another, but not in any order. Hundreds of masters and sergeants are still by the lake, and they will definitely be defeated in one blow.
The Three Thousand Swords pierced through the sky, as if painting the ten thousand golden scales in the river in the night.
The Demon King once again showed appreciation, and sighed: "The sword is like a man, if you can break through the realm and enter the sacred in the future, how magnificent and magnificent will this sword dragon be?"
Sighing is a pity, a pity that the magnificent and magnificent picture cannot appear, because Chen Changsheng will become his food tonight.
Appreciation is a condescending look down, it is the comments and expectations of the past sages on the future generations, and it is because of calmness.
Three thousand famous swords, different swords and swords, the demon king can easily break it with only one zither sound.
The slender and steady fingers gently plucked the strings, making a clear sound.
The sound of the zither has been played several times tonight, and it was also played when Chen Changsheng's sword formation was broken for the first time.
But those are all scattered and broken piano sounds, which don't form a song, but more like a prelude or an interlude.
At this time, the sound of the piano finally played continuously and turned into a piece of music.
The qin music played by the devil is a song that the autumn wind loves.
The fall leaves are what the autumn wind likes, and the sound of the zither is clearer than before. It blows in all directions in the night, like autumn mountains, and it is naturally scattered, like the fallen leaves themselves.
The sound of the piano came out heartily, indescribably bleak and chilling, facing the sword dragon that broke through the night sky.
Just like before, shattered and bright sparks scattered everywhere, illuminating the sky and the earth, making the sword dragon straddling the sky and the earth more clearly.
The Three Thousand Swords began to tremble violently, some could not bear the injury from the sound of the piano, and fell slumped, some could not bear the force of the autumn wind, and flew sideways sideways.
The wind blew up, the sound of the zither fluttered suddenly, and the sword dragon scattered slightly, as if its scales had been stripped by an invisible force, and swords left from time to time.
Those swords that were still holding on trembled more violently, and some of the relatively weaker swords even had cracks.
Judging from the current situation, Chen Changsheng's Three Thousand Swords would be destroyed by this qin music before it arrived.
But for some reason, the Demon Lord's expression suddenly became a little dignified.
This is the vigilance he showed tonight.
At this time, the stegosaurus woven with three thousand swords was constantly spewing sparks in the night sky.
He looks at one of them.
That position was very inconspicuous, and the sparks from the intersection of the sound of the piano and the blade of the sword were also very small, falling into his eyes, but they were slightly scorching hot.
There was a very small deviation between the trajectory of the small spark and the trajectory it should have been.
This deviation is very small, it can even be said to be insignificant, ordinary people and even Chen Changsheng himself can never see it, but they can't escape the eyes of the devil.
The indifferent eyes of the Demon Lord can understand the truth of this world.
The trajectory deviation of that little spark means that the space at that position has been slightly deformed.
The space is deformed because there is an extremely heavy object hidden behind that spark.
Everyone knows that the sparks are the friction and collision between the sound of the piano and the sword.
Things that can deform space, logically speaking, must be huge, such as the entire cold mountain.
But that object, to be able to hide behind the spark, must be extremely small.
What object in the world is so small, yet so heavy
Or, was that the real method Chen Changsheng hid until the end
The Demon Lord suddenly waved his hand.
The strings are broken.
The sound broke out.
The guqin was instantly destroyed, turning into countless wood slag and broken flocks.
Those wood slags and broken catkins, together with the cracked piano sound, blasted away into the night sky.
Countless clear, piercing, or heavy impact sounds sounded.
The stegosaurus in the night sky sputtered more sparks, and then gradually dispersed.
Before the sword moves contained in the Three Thousand Swords could be used, they were directly destroyed by the Demon King!
The sparks all over the sky fade away in a few breaths like in the clear autumn, and the picture in the night sky becomes clearer, and some things can no longer hide their figures.
A very small stone bead was flying towards the Demon Lord in the night. This stone bead flew very slowly, giving people a heavy feeling, as if it was being pulled by an invisible force. At the same time, it was also pulling the surrounding world, making the nearby space slightly deformed.
The devil's expression was a little subtle, and he said: "The Zhou Garden has indeed fallen into your hands."
These words were naturally addressed to Chen Changsheng.
Then, he raised his right hand and pointed at the small stone bead.
The first time he raised his hand tonight, he caught the Tianshu stele, and then smashed Haidi into the snowy peak in the distance.
Raising his hand for the second time, he grabbed the black dragon high in the night sky and threw it farther into the sky.
At this time, he raised his hand for the third time, with a more serious expression than the previous two times.
His movements are very subtle, as if he is going to pick up clouds, but at the same time are very grand, as if he is going to pick up stars.
Following his movement, the little stone bead stopped slowly.
At the same time, his seal floated away from his belt and came into the night sky.
The seal and the stone beads just looked at each other silently, facing each other, vibrating slightly, and humming.
The violent atmosphere deeply embedded in each other gradually calmed down.
It's as if old friends meet again, or like enemies meeting each other, each with their own thoughts, silent.
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