Bianyanghong once brought all the scenes of the sacred battle into Chen Changsheng's mind.

The language of the Holy Light Continent is somewhat similar to that of the Dragon Word.

When he was a child, when he was reciting the last volume of the Daoyuan fu in the old temple in Xining Town, he learned how to read the words with his master.

In the cave at the bottom of Beixin Bridge, he even learned dragon language with the little black dragon for a long time.

The Demon Lord can understand the language of the Holy Light Angel, and he can also understand it.

Although it may not be very accurate, he knew that what the Holy Light Angel said to him was not what the Fire Thieves meant.

That sentence or the meaning of that syllable should be the descendant of light or the inheritor of light.

What does this mean?

Chen Changsheng didn't understand.

The emotional changes in the eyes of the Holy Light Angel, the cold, harsh, and extremely terrifying, did not necessarily have the attitude towards him, but were more like they were from some kind of vigilance.

Suddenly, the Holy Light Angel came outside the sword rain in the sky.

There was no sound or any movement. He seemed to have not moved, but he was no longer in his original place.

This picture is a bit weird and chilling, as if he could completely ignore the supreme rules of the laws of heaven and earth.

The Holy Light Angel looked at Chen Changsheng in the sword rain and raised the light spear in his hand.

Chen Changsheng stood in front of the blind zither master.

The blind pianist felt what he was going to do.

The night wind blew the gray hair.

The blind pianist's fingers fell on the strings.

The bitter and sad sound of the piano sounded again, and there was great reluctance hidden inside.

If it weren't for being attacked by the sect leader, he would have entered the sacred realm now. Even if he was still no match for the Holy Light Angel, he would be able to fight head-on.

I'm really unwilling to accept it!

But...so what!

The sound of the piano suddenly became high, and all the unwillingness turned into fighting spirit, slashing towards the Holy Light Angel outside the sword formation!

Inspired by the sound of the piano, hundreds of swords in the night sky made a buzzing sound, trembling at high speed until the naked eye could not see clearly.

The howling cold wind blew the yellow sand on the ground, but it could not exceed one foot of the distance.

A foot above the ground was filled with piano sounds and sword intent.

The blind pianist burned all his true energy and issued his strongest blow.

The intention of the Nanxizhai Sword Formation was also destroyed to the extreme at this moment.

The Holy Light Angel ignored it at all, and did not hide. He still stood there, looking at Chen Changsheng quietly.

I don’t know where the sound of the piano and the intent of the sword went.

Chen Changsheng and the blind zither kept staring at the Holy Light Angel and confirmed that the other party did nothing.

Even if this Holy Light Angel has an unimaginable perfect body, why didn’t he leave any trace?

Could it be that the sword intent and piano sound of Mantian did not fall on him?

How did this be done?

Chen Changsheng suddenly saw a stream of light deep in the night.

The stream of light was very faint, like the brokenness of a bonfire after a night of burning.

But the streamer was quite clear, obviously carrying a certain order or direction.

He thought of some possibility and his expression changed slightly.

Could it be that the moment when the sword intent and piano sound of the sky fell, the Holy Light Angel retreated into the depths of the night and returned to the venue again?

Just like he came to the venue from the gate of the courtyard just now.

How can a strong man from another world with such an unimaginable speed be defeated?

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The Holy Light Angel quietly looked at Chen Changsheng in the sword formation, and his eyes changed again.

This change is very slow, but it has a grand feeling, like the vast ocean turns into mulberry fields and the starry sea turns into light tombs.

Those stern, cold and terrifying emotions turned back to indifference again, but this time there were more indescribable things in the indifference.

Looking at the eyes of the Holy Light Angel, Chen Changsheng felt a little cold.

It was not because of fear, but because of the influence of fear many years ago on his mind.

When I was ten years old, many monsters roared from the lonely peak in the cloud tomb.

Senior Brother Yu Ren waved his fan on the edge of the bed, and occasionally turned his head to look at Jishan.

Chen Changsheng remembered it very clearly that before the senior brother turned his head, he would have such emotions in his eyes.

The Holy Angel of Light raised his light spear and stabbed the sword rain all over the sky.

The swords naturally reacted, and the sword formation flowed like clouds, tightly blocking the entire world.

With a loud bang, the yellow sand on the ground jumped up neatly, just breaking through a foot of the distance.

It looks like the entire ground of the courtyard has risen a little.

It was like Chen Changsheng and the blind zither's body fell to the ground.

What is under the ground? Abyss or Prison of Divine Power?

The strong wind whistled and was chopped up by the sound of the piano.

The blind pianist lowered his head and danced around the strings with his hands. The wound on his left shoulder burst out and blood was dancing wildly.

Chen Changsheng's spiritual sense was connected to the sword formation, and his face suddenly became paler.

The light spear stopped outside the sword rain all over the sky.

But the next moment, deep in the sky with sword rain, a sharp and bright spear suddenly popped out from nothingness!

Looking at the bright spear tip near before his eyes, Chen Changsheng realized that his Nanxizhai Sword Formation could not really block the opponent's attack!

A light bang!

The strings on the guqin broke from the middle, rolled up like the dragon whiskers of a giant water-swallowing dragon, and tightly tied to the tip of the spear!

The ten fingers of the blind pianist who fell on the string were instantly shaken by the terrifying force coming from the string, and blood thrust.

Chen Changsheng greeted him with a sword.

With a light bang, the middle part of the hidden sword sheath pressed against the tip of the spear.

Then, a tingling friction sound began.

That was not the sound of the spear tip and the hidden sword sheath.

It was the sound of bone trembling sounding constantly in his body.

The spear tip that poked out from the void looked nothing special except bright.

Only Chen Changsheng and the blind zither master could feel the weight carried on it.

That weight can no longer be described as mountains and rivers.

That weight is the world.

This is the power of heaven and earth.

How can humans bear it?

Chen Changsheng is a perfect marrow-cleaning body, and has been soaked in the blood of the real dragon. Judging from the strength of the body, it can be said that it is rare in the world.

But he could not bear the power coming from the tip of this spear, and he was about to collapse until he died.

The group of swords were in harmony with him, and felt the crisis he was facing at this time, but could not help him.

They want to block the body of the light spear in the hand of the Holy Light Angel and bear greater pressure.

The wind and rain are chaotic.

The Nanxizhai Sword Formation is also a little messy.

If it weren't for the Holy Light Angel, it seemed that she was a little vigilant about some of Chen Changsheng's methods, or the sword formation had been directly pierced by this domineering light spear at this time.

Even so, Chen Changsheng and the blind zither can no longer support him for a longer period of time.

The Demon Lord quietly looked at this scene, and did not say that the Pope would be farewell to the aesthetics of Xue Laocheng, because he knew that Chen Changsheng had some means.

Whether it is Zhouyuan, Qingye World, or anything else.
Chapter completed!