Gulun wood is the meaning of caution in the demon language.

Of course, the sea flute knew that Chen Changsheng would know how to walk, and he had personally experienced Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship on the battlefield last year, and knew that this young Pope, His Majesty, did indeed have cultivation talent and sword cultivation that far surpassed his peers, but he didn't think that Chen Changsheng would be able to defeat the few powerful subordinates he brought.

But when Chen Changsheng disappeared and a sword storm was set off in the Snow Valley, he felt a strong sense of vigilance.

Only then did he know that the swords that Chen Changsheng had cast earlier had deliberately concealed their true level.

In just over a year, Chen Changsheng's realm has not changed, but the sword path has actually improved again, and it has reached an unimaginable level.

Thinking about it this way, the girl in black forcibly picked up his broken monument, which must have been arranged by them in advance.

This arrangement reflects their incomparably strong confidence or determination.

They believed that the girl in black was holding the pot of green leaves in her hand, and she could at least drag a terrifying figure like the siren for a while.

They believed that during this period of time, Chen Changsheng would be able to kill all the remaining enemies who came later!

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There are swords everywhere in the snow valley, but you can't see the true body of the sword, you can only feel the sword intent.

The wind and rain are all swords, and the sword is hidden between the wind and rain, and when the true face is occasionally revealed, it must have approached the bodies of those demon powerhouses.

The sound of rubbing, rubbing, scraping, and cutting, sounded randomly without any rhythm.

Around the tall figures of those demon powerhouses, extremely sharp sword marks kept appearing without any regularity.

Those sword marks are the marks left by the sword and the body of the demon powerhouse, like lightning, which is particularly dazzling and thrilling.

The body of the demon clan is inherently strong, even if it is the most ordinary demon race, the physical strength is comparable to the perfect marrow washing of the human race, these few people who came to kill with the siren tonight are the strongest people in the demon army, and the physical strength is even more unimaginable, plus those pale black demon qi, even if the hidden swords in the wind and rain are famous swords, there is no way to break them in an instant.

But the demon powerhouses had no way to fight back, because they couldn't confirm Chen Changsheng's location at this time.

The sword was hidden in the wind and rain, and Chen Changsheng was after the wind and rain, and if he wanted to find him, he had to disperse these swords first.

This situation did not last long, because of the sudden wind and rain, the number of swords flying in the snow valley instantly increased many times.

The water drops are worn by stones and stones with an extremely long time span, and what Chen Changsheng wants to do is to condense countless years into a very short time clip.

There was a soft click, and the stone under the eaves, which was full of small holes in the moss, finally cracked, and then parted somewhat weakly to both sides, and broke away.

There was a soft click, and a crack appeared on the body of a demon powerhouse, and then countless cracks.

The sword light in the wind and rain suddenly brightened, illuminating the gloomy snow face, and hundreds of green blood sprayed out from the bodies of the demon powerhouses, looking like the painters in the old snow city were wildly swaying paint on the black curtain, with some endless demonic feelings.

Several low roars of pain rang out in the snow valley.

The tall figures of the two demon powerhouses collapsed like a mountain.

If the situation continues like this, he only needs to give Chen Changsheng a period of time, and he will be able to severely damage all the demon powerhouses in the Snow Valley, and then turn around and join forces with the little black dragon, and attack the siren back and forth, even if he is still not the opponent of the siren, he should be able to find the possibility of getting out.

As a big man in the demon military second only to the demon marshal, the siren has been crisscrossing the demon snow field for many years, where can he not see through their thoughts?

A murderous howl burst out from the siren's lips, and at the same time, a milky white light shot out from his lips and melted into the monstrous demonic intent.

The milky white light was unusually clear, without any impurities, and even gave people a sense of sacredness.

Back then, in Xunyang City, Chen Changsheng had seen this kind of light, and although he didn't have time to turn around at this time, he already knew what it was - this was Yuehua, the bright moon from the northernmost part of the mainland, with energy that was not inferior to the brilliance of the stars, and even surpassed in terms of the degree of rage!

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Crackling, crackling, countless crisp cracking sounds sounded at the same time in the courtyard in the ruins.

It's like tens of thousands of candles bursting at the same time, and it's like firecrackers to welcome the New Year.

Countless crystalline ice shattered at the same time, slowly falling from the night sky, sprinkling on the little black dragon's body, and also landing on the broken bridge.

The broken monument in the hand of the sea flute broke through the ice mist and continued to press towards the little black dragon.

The edge of a green leaf is slightly curled, and a tear can be faintly seen, the crack is as thin as a hair, but it is shocking.

A look of annoyance and anger appeared in the pupils of the little black dragon.

Countless cuts had been cracked in her clothes, and even the corners of her eyes had cracked.

Dragon blood with an indescribable aura flowed out of the corner of her eyes, and it was immediately condensed into two blood frosts.

If Chen Changsheng didn't rush back, or the next moment, she would become another dragon who died under this broken monument.

The torrential rain in the snow valley suddenly stopped, but the wind did not stop, and Chen Changsheng's figure turned into a streamer of light, and he was about to sweep back.

Those few demon powerhouses heard the whistle of Lord Siren, and knew what Chen Changsheng was going to do next, where would they let him get his way?

The wind suddenly shattered into countless streams of fresh wind, and a few muffled hums were hidden in a few muffled hums.

The right hands of several demon powerhouses turned into a puddle of blood in the night.

They didn't hesitate to use the Demon Blood Secret Method!

Chen Changsheng also did not hesitate, did not stop or tried to dodge, and retreated with the momentum of the wind and fists, and the castration was even faster.

Several dull crashes rang out in the night, then dissipated without an echo.

Chen Changsheng had already returned to the broken bridge and stood in front of the little black dragon.

Several holes were cracked in his placket, revealing the skin inside, and several deep fist marks were left on it.

The broken monument is falling.

A bright light illuminates the remnant lake of the broken bridge.

Like lightning.

But it's so heavy.

It looks like an iron chain across a river.

But it's so strong.

It's more like an impregnable embankment on both sides of a great river.

This sword is a stupid sword that only stupid people like Chen Changsheng and Wang Po can learn.

Knowing its foolishness and guarding its stupidity, this sword is the first sword in the world.

Even if he was as terrifying as a siren, even if he attacked with all his might, even this legendary-level stele that no one knew about, could not break this sword.

Chen Changsheng's sword blocked the broken stele.

However, his sword could not stop that power.

The majestic power, as if it came from an ancient world, struck directly at his body.

His right hand, which held the sword, struck him hard in the chest, and a terrifying bone cracking sound sounded.

He floated backwards and slammed into the little black dragon's body, a mouthful of blood rushing out of her lips.

They flew like rocks through the sky and through the ice, smashed the snow pavilion in the middle of the bridge, and fell on the other side of the lake.