What is Chen Changsheng's strongest means? Logically speaking, of course, it is the Heavenly Book Tablet, whether it is the black stone he got in the portrait of the Lingyan Pavilion King, or the stone bead from Zhou Yuan that has been tied to his wrist for several years, it is the most important thing in heaven and earth, the most irreplaceable supreme existence.

It's just that the Heavenly Book Tablet is too high, and he can't fully understand it at all with his current realm, and he can only use it to warm up his divine sense, and he can't use it in battle, but tonight he still hid the Heavenly Book Tablet behind the three thousand swords and threw it at the Demon Lord, because he knew very well that the Demon Lord was the person who knew the Heavenly Book Tablet best in the world, so it was likely to be shaken.

Shaking the mind is a relatively elegant statement, if it is crude, it is actually trying to scare the demon king.

Let the Demon Lord startle, so that the last sword can be hidden, and the unexpected can be slashed.

Now, it seems, his idea has succeeded.

The landscape and night on the Demon Lord's face were slashed apart by a sword, and a clear and straight sword wound appeared between his eyebrows and eyes, and blood flowed out of it.

Of course, the blood of the Demon Lord would not be red, but unexpectedly, it was not green, but golden.

Looking at the face of the Demon Lord coated with golden blood, Chen Changsheng suddenly remembered a certain face on the stone wall of the Guangming Main Hall.

That's the gods, and they're the gods of demons.

An extremely cold voice rang out, echoing between the snowy mountains, gradually resounding between the heavens and the earth.

The cold wind was howling between the mountains, and the snow that was still falling between the lonely peaks in the distance became even more terrifying, and beyond the gap in the mountains, countless lights were broken in Gaoyang Town, dozens of miles away.

The Demon Lord looked at Chen Changsheng's eyes and said, "Even if Su is close to his relatives, he can't kill me with a single sword, not to mention, this is just a sword intent left by him." ”

When he spoke, there was no emotion on his face, he was unusually indifferent, solemn and unparalleled, and absolutely sacred.

Then, suddenly, he laughed, revealing a mouth full of neat, white teeth.

This smile, that sacred face has the emotion of life, not peaceful, but primitive barbaric and terrifying.

Chen Changsheng looked at the white teeth of the Demon Lord, his body was cold, he left Xining Town for Kyoto, and then tonight, his biggest uneasiness came from the temptation of true blood, but in fact, all these years to really show his heart, he wanted to suck his blood and eat his flesh...... There was only the Demon Lord, and he was already trying for the second time.

An unimaginably grand force directly crushed the last sword intent that Su Li left in this world.

The power with the primordial desolate aura did not disappear here, but surged towards Chen Changsheng along the passage where the sword intent in the night had disappeared.

Countless subtle sounds rang out intensively, like a forest with a sudden frost in the middle of summer, and countless insects fell to the slightly hard ground.

Chen Changsheng's arm bones were instantly broken into hundreds, and then cracks began to appear on his shoulder blades and sternum, just like the bottom of a dry lake under his feet at this time.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and struck the Demon Lord in the face.

The golden blood was diluted by the blood-red color, and the broken mountains and rivers seemed to have come to the twilight, and the sunset shone on countless bloody dead.

Contrary to the direction of that blood, Chen Changsheng left the ground and swept backwards.

A strange color flashed in the Demon Lord's eyes.

In order to break Su Li's sword intent, he paid a lot of price, and the injuries that had been suppressed for two years broke out again.

However, Chen Changsheng did not die, and he could even move, which was obviously beyond the limit of what his current realm could bear.

It seems that his body is even stronger than that of the demon powerhouse, why is that?

The cold night wind was howling, and on the way to sweep, Chen Changsheng's figure appeared and disappeared from time to time, extremely difficult to capture, and even seemed to appear in several locations at the same time.

There were countless stars in the night, and his feet broke through the night, stepping on the stars, and from the beginning of the reverse, he used the Ye Zhi step.

His body had been soaked in the true blood of the black dragon, and it had unimaginable strength, which was the second one he had brought to the Demon Lord.

It was his last chance to escape.

He only needed to take one last step to break through the night and go somewhere in the ruins of the Lake Garden.

There was a prepared formation, and a very secret passage into the depths of the mountains.

Of course, even if he went there, he might not be able to escape, after all, his opponent tonight was the Demon Lord.

No amount of means, no amount of preparation, no amount of unexpectedness, could not provide him with more confidence. Or it was precisely because he didn't have complete confidence that before taking the last step, Chen Changsheng grabbed the black stone in the night sky through the air, and at the same time, his divine sense fell to the ground.

In front of the Demon Lord was a stretcher, and on the stretcher lay the young Formation Master.

Chen Changsheng was confident that he could send this young formation master into Zhou Yuan, so that even if he couldn't survive, the young formation master should still have hope.

However, just as his consciousness fell on the stretcher, something very strange happened.

An extremely faint but strange aura followed his divine sense into his body and attacked his secluded mansion.

This attack was very stealthy and not powerful, but it subtly affected his true element operation.

The most important thing is that he is using Yashi at this time.

The difference is a millimeter, and the loss is missed.

It's the opposite, it's wrong.

His next step should have been to step next to an old plum tree dozens of feet away.

Now, it's empty.

His feet landed in the night sky.

It's colder and the wind is stronger, because it's dozens of feet above the ground.

The cold wind howled, a shadow obscured the starlight, and at the same time there was a violent and cold howl.

Sharp pain came from his shoulders and neck.

Nanke appeared behind him, sharp, dark green fingertips grabbing his shoulders and grabbing him as he flew higher into the night sky. What's even more terrifying is that there seems to be an invisible thin line between her wings, which keeps cutting his throat, and in an instant, it has already entered the flesh, and the blood begins to flow.

The Demon Lord looked at the scene in the night sky and licked the blood from his lips, calmly expecting it.

With the fastest daughter in the world, he didn't have to worry about Chen Changsheng being able to escape.

Chen Changsheng was restrained by Nan, and it seemed that he had no power to resist, so he could only wait to be killed or eaten.

It's like he's in the cold and high night sky at this time, and there's nothing to borrow.

But he won't surrender just like that, fate can't make him surrender, let alone a real enemy or a predicament?

In the wasteland that year, he learned three swords from Su Li.

At this time, he did not hesitate to use the most powerful of them.

There are three swordsmanship in this sword.

The National Religion True Sword is also known as the Sword of Killing and Poking, and when the Great Dynasty tried the last battle, he once used this sword to force Gou Hanshi back.

The last form of the Lishan magic sword, when he was in Zhou Yuan, Liang Xiaoxiao committed suicide with this sword, which made him quite embarrassed, and he also used it.

Tonight he unleashed the two most decisive swords at the same time.

He didn't believe that Nanke had the ability to stop himself...... Die.

As for the last sword...... Of course, it must be the Golden Crow Secret Sword from the mountain.

Burn all the people in this world, what else can you do?

Nanke didn't understand his sword intent, but she sensed his intentions, and she felt a trace of palpitation as indifferent.

These three swords are too decisive and too absolute.

The Demon Lord's cold voice rang out again: "Want to die? ”

Chen Changsheng's flesh and blood was his last hope, and he would not allow it to be taken away by anyone, including Chen Changsheng himself.

He stretched out his hand to the sky, and there was a piece of night, falling towards Chen Changsheng!

He wanted to use his extremely domineering strongest magic skill to forcibly devour Chen Changsheng's last three swords!

His expression was so solemn, so focused, that he didn't notice it......

Right in front of him.

Right at his feet.

It's on that stretcher.

The young formation master suddenly opened his eyes.

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