The violent sacred power arrived early before the wind could fall into the yard.

The howling wind rolled up the yellow sand on the ground and kept spilling around, as if it was coming to the wasteland.

The Demon Lord stood in the yellow sand all over the sky, his eyes were extremely dark and his face turned extremely pale.

It was not because of fear, but because in a very short time, he made the blood boil and began to burn violently.

An extremely cold but extremely thick aura surged out of his demonic body and headed towards the sky.

His black hair was dispersed and he danced wildly in the wind and sand, like thousands of snakes.

The magic robe was shining with a faint light, and the surface was like a fire without temperature burning.

As the cold flame spread, the magic breath quickly enveloped the half-yard centered on the unique tree.

The most obvious sign was that a night fell on the scene.

The night was so cold, full of the breath of nirvana and darkness, representing the most solemn and cruel order.

The power of light is so warm, even hot, and in addition to the sacred, it also has infinitely active breath of life.

This courtyard adjacent to the Xiang tribe manor is quite large in area, but it is completely insignificant compared to these two grand auras.

In an instant, the entire yard was occupied by these two auras.

There is endless night on one side.

One side is endless light.

Then they met.

Logically speaking, after these two auras with completely opposite essences meet, a spectacular scene of the sky collapse and the earth breaking.

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 at all.

But the sheep on the hillside looked at the sky with some confusion, not understanding why noon and late night appeared at the same time.

These two auras are the purest auras in the world.

The root of the grandeur of seeing is the subtle essential difference between things.

The real battle occurs in the most subtle places, such as a grain of yellow sand or a wisp of cold wind.

At least in a short time, it is difficult to see any magnificent scenes.

But that doesn't mean true peace.

Those dangers hidden in extremely subtle places are highly likely to have devastating results once they can be seen.

Chen Changsheng knew that the King of Linghai and others also knew, but they didn't care, because the power of light was obviously superior at this time.

I just don’t understand why the Demon Lord chose this kind of response. Does he think that his magic skills can compete with the Ligong Formation?

A crane cried.

The white crane is a fairy bird with a strong sense of spiritual consciousness. He sensed the danger in the field and flapped his wings and flew away.

A piano moves.

The blind pianist held the guqin, gently tapped the ground with his toes, and then rushed dozens of feet away, with his sleeves floating lightly.

The sound of the piano suddenly became high, as if it was broken into pieces.

A gap was torn apart in the night in the courtyard.

The aura of light emitted from the Ligong formation lingered around him.

From a distance, he was like a crane rushing into the underworld.

He is no longer a passerby in Wenshui City, nor is he a living dead man with a heart as dry as a tree.

He was the great elder of the Changsheng Sect who was gifted, had a profound realm and had terrible combat power a hundred years ago.

The piano sounded again.

Dozens of invisible waves followed his fingers, left the strings, and rushed towards the surroundings.

A hole had been torn open on the edge of the night, and at this time it was pulled even louder by the invisible piano sound.

When the night fell, the figure of the Demon Lord quickly became blurred, as if he was about to escape into the night.

Everyone knew that even if the Ligong formation was formed, once the Demon King entered the night, it would inevitably 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 National Cult from killing the Demon Lord.

They have to hurry up.

Among the human strong men outside the courtyard, the blind zither's strength was undoubtedly the highest.

So his reaction was the fastest.

As the piano sounded, the night was faint, and the vague figure of the Demon Lord became clearer again.

Dozens of extremely thin light flashed in the Demon Lord's pupils.

That was the projection of the invisible piano sound in his mind.

Then, more than ten black dots appeared in his pupils.

It was the projection of the extremely dark shield armor in his eyes.

Countless dense and sharp cutting sounds sounded.

More than ten extremely dark shield armors rotated at high speed around the Demon Lord's body without leaving any loopholes.

The invisible piano sounds and the subsequent attacks of the blind piano master were blocked by the black shield armor.

Hundreds of dense space cracks emerged on the surface of the shield armor and then disappeared.

The flying yellow sand was painted black in the night, drifted before the shield armor and was quickly cut into thinner powder.

Several screams rang out outside the yard.

"The Seventeen Armors of the Netherworld!"

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As the master of the northern continent, if you dare to come to Baidi City alone, the Demon Lord certainly has some support.

There may even be many magic weapons like the Netherworld Seventeen Armor, which are comparable to magical weapons.

The blind pianist was not surprised and continued to attack forward with countless rays of light.

Looking at the opponent who was entering Ye Se, the Demon Lord's expression remained unchanged and reached out to take a sword from Ye Se.

The sword was dark all over, and there was no sharpness, but it seemed to be able to absorb everyone's eyes and all the light.

No exclamation sounded.

The person who knew this sword was so shocked that he could not speak.

Sunset Sword.

This is the sword of the previous Demon Lord.

This sword has seen two broken swords outside Luoyang City and Shuangyu's magic spear.

Compared with this sword, Nanke's Southern Cross sword is nothing.

Compared with this sword, the color of the Netherworld Seventeen Armor is so dim.

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The Sunset Sword slashed downwards.

The entire night seemed to have fallen hundreds of feet towards the ground with the movement of the Demon Lord.

An unimaginable pressure hit the blind pianist from a high point.

Chen Changsheng didn't know whether the blind zither could withstand the power of this magic sword in the world, and he didn't need to know.

When the Demon Lord set out his sword, he also set out his sword.

His right hand was still holding the National Cult's magical scepter, presided over the formation of Ligong, suppressed the night sky, and prevented the Demon Lord from escaping.

He didn't need to hold the hilt of the sword, he just needed a slight turn of his mind and countless swords came out.

More than 700 famous swords roared out of the Tibetan sword sheath, instantly crossing more than a hundred feet away, and attacking the Demon Lord.

Today he wants to kill the Demon Lord, so taking action is naturally the strongest way.

The stern sword intent penetrated the world, as if it was about to pierce the light and the night.

More than 700 swords reflected light, connected to each other from the beginning to the end, and rushed away with an unforgettable momentum.

Back then in Zhouyuan, he used a move of thousands of swords to become a dragon.
To be continued...