Other Red once put the picture of the sacred battle into Chen Changsheng's mind several times. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

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

When he was a child, when he recited the last volume of Daoyuan Zongfu in the old temple in Xining Town, he once learned from his master how to read those words.

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

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

Although it may not be very exact, he knew that what the Angel of Light said to him did not mean the Fire Stealer.

The meaning of that phrase or syllable should be the descendant of the light or the inheritor of the light.

What does that mean?

Chen Changsheng didn't understand.

The emotional changes in the eyes of the Angel of Light, those cold, stern, and extremely terrifying, were not necessarily an attitude towards him, but more like a kind of vigilance.

Suddenly, the angel of holy light came to the sky full of sword rain.

There was no sound, no movement was seen, he didn't seem to move, but he was no longer where he was.

This picture is a little weird, and it makes people shudder, as if he can completely ignore the supreme rules of the law 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 piano master.

The blind luthier sensed what he was going to do.

The night breeze stirs his gray hair.

The blind luthier's fingers fall on the strings.

The cold and bleak sound of the piano sounded again, and there was great unwillingness hidden in it.

If it weren't for the sneak attack by the sect master back then, he would have entered the Divine Realm by now, even if he was still not the opponent of this Holy Light Angel, but it was enough to fight head-on.

What an unwillingness!

But...... So what!

The sound of the piano was steep and high, and all the unwillingness turned into battle intent, and slashed towards the Holy Light Angel outside the sword array!

Stimulated by the sound of the piano, hundreds of swords in the night sky hummed and trembled at high speed until they were impossible to see with the naked eye.

The howling cold wind blew the yellow sand on the ground, but it could not exceed a foot away.

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

The blind violinist burned all the true elements and delivered his strongest blow.

The formation intent of the Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation was also destroyed to the extreme at this moment.

The Holy Light Angel didn't pay attention to it at all, let alone dodge, still standing in place, quietly looking at Chen Changsheng.

Those piano sounds and sword intent are gone.

Chen Changsheng and the blind violinist kept staring at the Holy Light Angel, confirming that the other party had done nothing.

Even if this Angel of Light had an unimaginably perfect divine body, why didn't he leave a trace?

Could it be that the sword intent and the sound of the piano didn't fall on him?

How is this done?

Chen Changsheng suddenly saw a streamer in the depths of the night.

The streamer was very faint, like the embers of a campfire after a night of burning.

But the streamer is quite clear, obviously with some kind of order, or direction.

He thought of a possibility, and his expression changed slightly.

Could it be that at the moment when the sword intent and the sound of the piano 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 arena from the courtyard gate just now.

How can an otherworldly powerhouse with such unimaginable speed be defeated?

......

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

This kind of change is very slow, but it has a grand feeling, just like the sea has become a mulberry field, and the sea of stars has become a tomb of light.

The harsh, cold, and terrifying emotions turned back to indifference again, only this time there was something more inexplicable in the indifference.

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

Not because of fear, but because of the effect that the fear of years ago had left on his psyche.

When he was ten years old, there were many roars of demon beasts on the lonely peak in the cloud tomb.

Senior Brother Yu Yu waved a fan for him beside the bed, occasionally turning his head to look at the distant mountains.

Chen Changsheng remembered very well that every time Senior Brother turned his head, there would be such emotions in his eyes.

The Angel of Light raised his spear of light and stabbed at the rain of swords.

The swords naturally reacted, and the sword array flowed like a cloud, tightly sealing the entire heaven and earth.

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

It looks like the entire floor of the courtyard has risen a bit.

It was as if the bodies of Chen Changsheng and the blind violinist had fallen towards the ground.

What lies beneath the ground? Abyss or Divine Hell?

The wind howled and was chopped by the sound of the piano.

The blind luthier lowered his head, his hands fluttering on the strings, the wound on his left shoulder bursting, and the blood dancing wildly.

Chen Changsheng's divine sense was connected to the sword array, and his face suddenly turned even paler.

The spear of light stopped beyond the rain of swords.

But in the next moment, in the depths of the sword rain in the sky, a sharp and bright spear tip suddenly poked out of nothingness!

Looking at the bright spear tip in front of him, Chen Changsheng knew that his Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation couldn't really block the opponent's attack at all!

There was a soft snap!

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

The blind violinist's ten fingers that landed on the strings were instantly shattered by the terrifying power coming from the strings, and the blood rushed wildly.

Chen Changsheng crossed his sword to meet him.

There was a soft snap, and the middle of the hidden blade's scabbard pressed against the tip of the spear.

Then, there was a tooth-aching grinding sound.

It wasn't the sound of the tip of the spear scraping against the scabbard of the Hidden Blade.

It was the sound of bones trembling and ringing in his body.

The spear tip that poked out of the void looked nothing unusual except for its brightness.

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

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

That weight is heaven and earth.

This is the power of heaven and earth.

How can humans bear it?

Chen Changsheng is a perfect marrow-washing unsullied body, and he has been soaked in the blood of a true dragon, and in terms of body strength, it can be said that it is rare in the world.

But he could not withstand the force coming from the tip of the spear, and he was about to collapse until he died.

The swords were in touch with him, and they felt the danger he was facing at this time, but they couldn't help.

They had to block the spear of light in the Angel of Light's hand, and the pressure was even greater.

Wind and rain are slightly chaotic.

The Nanxi Zhai sword formation was also a little chaotic.

If it weren't for the fact that the Holy Light Angel seemed to be a little wary of some of Chen Changsheng's methods, or the sword array had already been directly pierced by this domineering light spear at this time.

Even so, Chen Changsheng and the blind pianist could no longer support it.

The Demon Lord looked at this scene quietly, and did not say goodbye to the Pope as lightly as he did in line with the aesthetics of the Snow Old City, because he knew that Chen Changsheng still had the means.

Whether it's Zhou Yuan or Aoba World, or something else.

Before those methods were exhausted, he believed that Chen Changsheng would not die. (To be continued.) )