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"So, it didn't work for me. Xiao De looked at Chen Changsheng and said seriously.

No matter how much hot water is added to the wooden barrel, there is no way to make the water boil, and it is impossible to pile the soil into a mountain higher than the Tianshu Tomb, and it is impossible to be harder than the stone, even if Chen Changsheng can really turn into ten thousand, there is no way to rely on the superposition of the number to break through to a higher level.

This truth is not difficult to understand,

Cultivation is the coldest thing in the world, and I never believe that diligence can make up for clumsiness, and quantitative change can never lead to qualitative change.

Now he can face many cultivators in the Gathering Stars Initial Realm and even the Middle Realm at the same time, but it is difficult to kill all the opponents. What's more, when he faces a star-gathering peak powerhouse like Xiao De and Xiao Zhang, the gap between their realms will sharply reduce his numerical advantage.

At the beginning in Zhou Yuan, he was able to confront the golden-winged Dapeng of the Nanke envoy, not because of how powerful he was, but because the ten thousand famous swords that had awakened from the sword pool turned all the desires accumulated for hundreds of years into battle intent, so that he could cast the ultimate sword that shook the earth.

Now that Zhou Yuan is quiet, the famous swords have returned to the mountain, and these swords that are still beside him are gradually being refreshed in the Zangfeng Ocean, but there is no way to condense the fighting intent that was at that time. In other words, the magical picture of Jackie Chan can never be reproduced in this world.

"Of course, you're still scary. Xiao De said with his feelings for the present and fear for the future: "If you survive and cultivate to the peak of Gathering Stars in the future, what kind of situation will you and your swords create?"

If it is really as Xiaode said, the future Chen Changsheng can defeat ten thousand horsemen by himself, and he can attack the city and destroy the country.

"When the time comes, people like us, in front of you, will not have any ability to resist at all, and you will be beaten into dogs. ”

Xiao De paused for a moment, looked at Chen Changsheng and continued: "And this is unfair to us. ”

There was a dead silence in the courtyard, the broken begonia trees had long since died, and the wind was quiet between the suspended swords, not daring to move.

When the court masters heard Xiao De's words, they were silent, and the emotions on their faces were very complicated.

Chen Changsheng didn't speak, his somewhat thin lips pursed slightly, like a thread.

It's like the lines formed by the hundreds of swords in the snowy sky at this time.

No cultivator wants to see that kind of future, and is willing to become a peerless genius under the sword of a dog, and they are hostile in the first place.

In order for such a terrible future not to appear, the only thing they can do, and what they must do, is to kill the current Chen Changsheng.

Xiao De was still looking at Chen Changsheng quietly, and suddenly, a yellow-brown light gushed out of his pupils, and a terrifying aura followed.

This breath is full of primitive and savage flavor, even the slightest fragment, as if the freshest beast blood is dripping.

His clothes were stretched so tightly that he showed a mountain-strong inside, and then he was pierced by countless fine, steel-hard animal hairs.

There was originally an extremely deep wound on his chest, which was injured by Chen Changsheng's burning sword during the first fight, and it had been bleeding slowly, but at this time, the bleeding suddenly stopped, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then it could no longer be seen.

Chen Changsheng's hand holding the sword was slightly tight, knowing that the other party was going to use the strongest means.

The demon race has many advantages that are difficult to compare with the human race, such as speed, such as strength, such as the natural strength of the body, but the biggest advantage is that the strong man of the demon race can briefly manifest the body, from the ancestral bloodline hidden in the wheel of life, borrow faster speed, greater strength, and make the body stronger.

That's madness.

There was a buzzing sound in the courtyard, and the begonia stumps scattered on the ground were shaken by the strong wind, smashed against the walls, and then became more finely fragmented.

Xiao De disappeared from the stone gate and came to Chen Changsheng's body.

The hundreds of swords in the snowy sky vibrated slightly, and the humming began to fall silent.

In an instant, Xiao De crossed the distance of eight zhang and was slashed by six swords.

But the six swords that unleashed their subtle sword moves in turn did not slow his footsteps for a moment.

Six sword marks appeared on the surface of his body, and blood spilled slightly.

As the strongest person in the Mesozoic generation of the demon clan, his physical strength is terrifying, and after his madness, it has reached an unbelievable level, if it weren't for the fact that Chen Changsheng's swords are all from the sword pool, they are all famous swords hundreds of years ago, I am afraid that he will not even be able to leave some sword marks on his body.

In the wind and snow, Xiao De's fist smashed down towards Chen Changsheng.

Just like the first encounter outside the walls, he still didn't use a weapon.

After Hanshan returned, Xiao De's temperament became much calmer, and his cultivation also gained a lot, and the biggest change was that he became more confident in his fists.

He had a weapon, but on the mountain road of Hanshan, before he had time to pull it out, he was stabbed by Liu Qing.

Then, in the persimmon forest by the stream, he met the Demon Lord, and his weapon was a joke whether he took it out or not.

Since then, Xiaode has abandoned his weapons and used only his hands.

Compared to swords, knives, spears, and ritual weapons, the hand is the real weapon that belongs to the cultivator.

Shoot faster than sword.

It was also faster than Chen Changsheng's sword.

Chen Changsheng didn't have time to draw his sword, Xiao De's fist arrived, but fortunately, the yellow paper umbrella was still in his left hand.

The umbrella took advantage of the wind and stood in front of Xiao De's fist.

The umbrella surface was deeply sunken, and the huge force came, only a loud noise was heard, and Chen Changsheng's left foot, which fell behind, sank deep into the ground.

The hard bluestone slab was shattered like a spider's web by his step, and it was deep in the middle, like a whirlpool.

Several sounds sounded from his body, and I don't know where the bones were cracked, or even broken.

A sword light that was so sharp that it looked a little poignant lit up on the edge of the yellow paper umbrella.

Xiaode shouted violently, raised his fist and hit again, for a while, the wind was fierce, the begonia branches in the courtyard were all gone, countless cracks appeared on the wall, and there were lime blocks constantly peeling off, looking like tens of thousands of years had been spent in this short moment.

At the same time as the fist fell, the masters of the imperial court collectively launched an attack on Chen Changsheng, and the sword intent in the courtyard was vertical and horizontal, and countless sword moves emerged one after another.

I don't know how long it took, but it became quiet again.

Xiao De used the force of the anti-earthquake to roll back to the stone gate of the courtyard like wind and sand, and seemed to be unharmed.

Suddenly, a soft grinding sound sounded on his face.

With this sound, a sword mark spread to about half an inch wide on his face, and blood flowed everywhere, deep into the bones, extremely terrifying.

Chen Changsheng stood in front of the stone steps and put away his sword.

Several hard animal hairs fell from the sky and smashed on the ground like steel needles, making a crisp sound.

With this voice, Chen Changsheng coughed, coughing constantly, his face became more and more pale, his feet trembling slightly in the rubble, and his body was also shaky.

Obviously, he was more seriously injured than Xiao De.

Xiao De's expression was very solemn, not because he was injured by Chen Changsheng again, no matter how strong his body was, it was impossible to resist the Innocent Sword on the list of 100 weapons. Rather, it was because Chen Changsheng did not have a single sword wound on his body, which showed that in the previous chaotic battle, none of the swords of these dozens of court masters could get close to him.

In the face of his full attack, Chen Changsheng was obviously injured a lot, why could he still control the hundreds of swords in the courtyard air at the same time?

Xiao De was very puzzled, you must know that although Chen Changsheng's divine sense strength far exceeded that of ordinary cultivators, it was not too exaggerated for a strong person like him.

How exactly did Chen Changsheng do it?

Xiao De looked at the hundreds of swordsmanship in the snowy sky and was silent.

He hadn't figured out this matter, but he was at least sure now that if Chen Changsheng wanted to control these hundreds of swords at the same time, the consumption rate of divine consciousness would be extremely drastic.

If the battle continued like this, it was very likely that Chen Changsheng had not yet fallen, but his divine sense had dried up.

"How long can you last?"

Xiao De retracted his gaze, looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "If you insist on staying here, the final outcome can only be to be beaten to death by me punch by punch." ”

Hundreds of swords, floating quietly in the snowy sky, guarded around Chen Changsheng.

This can be seen as a defensive sword formation, or as an offensive front camp, but it is also like a prison cell.

It was difficult for others to break into this prison cell, and it was also difficult for Chen Changsheng to get out, because he didn't dare to open the door.

So, how long can he hold out?

"I don't know. Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "At least hold on until Zhou Tong dies." ”

When he heard this, Xiaode finally understood and was a little surprised.

In fact, Chen Changsheng had already expressed his attitude before, but he and the surrounding court masters did not believe it.

But at this time, Xiao De believed his words more and more, because until this time, Chen Changsheng still did not leave, still standing in front of the stone steps.

Chen Changsheng is here, and he and so many court masters can only stay here.

Today's arrangement of the Great Zhou Imperial Court was originally to kill Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, but by now, Xiaode has given up this idea.

He knew that Chen Changsheng still had the means to come up with - with only these swords in the snowy sky, there was no way to defeat Old Man Lin in the National Religious Academy.

If Chen Changsheng came up with such means, he could at least break through.

Why didn't he leave? Could it be that he was really dragging his feet and waiting for Zhou Tong to be killed by someone else?

Chen Changsheng didn't say anything more, because he had already given the answer, and it was twice.

At the beginning of today, it was he and Wang Po who wanted to kill Zhou Tong.

Later, it evolved into the fact that the imperial court used this incident to kill him and Wang Po.

The situation is constantly changing, swinging non-stop.

That person hasn't shown up until now, so he should have been left in the palace by his senior brother.

The palace has been quiet, presumably temporarily suppressed by the saint, but the saint naturally can't do anything else.

The most critical change in the whole situation is that Tie Shu failed to kill Wang Po, but was killed by Wang Po.

So, go back to the roots.

Things are back to square one.

Or kill Zhou Tong.

So he will hold on here until Zhou Tong dies.

He believed that Zhou Tong would definitely die.

No matter who kills you, it's death.