Chen Changsheng walked towards the broken sea of blood with a body of starlight.

Through the clothes, it seems that hundreds of stars are looming.

Zhou Tong collapsed in the ruins of the courtyard, vomiting blood incessantly, unable to stand up.

From the beginning of the war, Cheng Jun hid in the shadows, but at this time, the entire courtyard had been destroyed, and naturally there was no shadow, revealing his figure.

As the only person who witnessed this battle with his own eyes, the leader of the Great Zhou Dynasty's Tiqi had been stunned for a long time.

Chen Changsheng actually won? A young man who had not recovered from his serious injuries actually defeated Lord Zhou Tong at the peak of Gathering Stars in a head-on battle!

In this battle, Chen Changsheng's combat power was completely beyond his imagination, no, it should be beyond the imagination of the whole world.

At this time, Chen Changsheng had already walked to the ruins, his face pale and shaky.

In this battle for his life, he won the final victory, but also paid an unimaginable price for it, and the true yuan in his body has been exhausted. What's even more terrifying is that the price of forcibly breaking through the realm and gathering stars has broken the meridians in his body again, and those blood containing infinite life power and danger are infiltrating and flowing between his internal organs.

Cheng Jun's eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce color.

Chen Changsheng showed unimaginable strength in this battle, and until now he hadn't figured out what the last amazing and violent sword light was, but it was obvious that Chen Changsheng was about to die now, and he shouldn't have the ability to continue fighting, so he wanted to fight. Black しし Pavilion

His right hand was raised in the night breeze and hung to his waist, ready to take out the magic weapon at any time, ready to carry out a sneak attack.

At this time, Chen Changsheng turned his head and glanced at him.

The eyes fell, the consciousness fell, and the mind moved slightly.

Countless terrible sword roars sounded in the night dome above the ruins of the courtyard, and then countless sword lights fell from the sky.

The thousands of sword rays that had left the sheath to destroy Zhou Tong's Blood Sea Star Domain had returned to the human world following Chen Changsheng's thoughts.

Sen Ran's sword intent enveloped the field, and the sword roar was silent, followed by a very slight penetrating sound, like a piece of cloth being pierced.

Cheng Jun looked down and saw a blood hole in his chest.

Immediately after, more sword light passed through his body.

More and more blood holes appeared in his body.

Thousands of sword lights, thousands of blood holes, were so dense that in the end, his body was densely packed with holes, and blood was spurting everywhere.

Because there were so many sword holes, the blood flowed out in an instant, and the dim light from the back of the courtyard came through those holes, and his body looked like a lampshade with a unique shape.

Cheng Jun raised his head and glanced at Chen Changsheng with some blankness, and then his body suddenly loosened and turned into a puddle of flesh on the ground, only the head was still relatively intact.

Thousands of sword rays of light passed through his body, swept around the courtyard, and then returned to Chen Changsheng's scabbard.

Two begonia trees, with the night breeze, turned into sawdust and leaf fur all over the ground, and dozens of houses centered on the courtyard were all cut into ruins.

Just like Cheng Jun was shocked and puzzled, even if Chen Changsheng forcibly broke through the realm and entered the Gathering Star, logically speaking, it would be impossible to defeat a powerhouse of Zhou Tong's level.

But in fact, no one has ever seen his true strength, and no one knows how strong he will be if he goes all out.

Xu Yourong probably knew it, but he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

Zhou Tong only knew that he had a lot of world-famous swords, he had learned swords with Su Li, but he didn't know that he had also practiced Wang Po's sword intent, let alone that he had learned Zhou Du's two-cut sword technique, and knew that he was carrying the scepter of the state religion, but he didn't know that he had a letter from Su Liliu in his arms, and there were five heavenly book tablets on his wrist.

Tonight's fight was the first time Chen Changsheng had fully demonstrated his strength.

No, even in the end, he didn't use all his means, because it wasn't necessary.

Chen Changsheng used Zhou Tong to know what he knew and what he didn't know, and perfectly designed tonight's battle situation and won the final victory.

When he returned south from the snowfield, Su Li taught him a lot of things on the way, and he used all the strategies for marching and fighting tonight.

This is the real Wisdom Sword, from the beginning to the end, all the details are in his hands.

Of course, in the end, he was able to defeat Zhou Tong, and the most important thing was the last knife.

That knife he used Zhou Dufu's knife technique, but borrowed Wang Po's knife intent.

Wang Po's knife intent lies in a straight.

Straight with a single knife straight in.

How people should spend their lives, Chen Changsheng didn't know, but he knew that before he died, what he wanted to do most was to kill Zhou Tong.

So he came to the North Terracotta Hutong and went straight to the ground with a single knife, if he wanted to kill Zhou Tong, he could kill Zhou Tong.

Looking at Zhou Tong lying in a pool of blood in the ruins, at this moment, Chen Changsheng didn't think about the innocent people who died tragically in Zhou's prison, he didn't think about the terrible torture he had suffered here, he didn't think about anything, let go of the kitchen knife and let it fall to the ground, held the innocent sword in the night wind, and walked forward.

He only needs to take two steps forward, and when the sword falls, Zhou Tong will die.

In this regard, he did not hesitate, did not have any sympathy for the evildoer, and did not make explanations or sacrifices for the evildoer in advance.

However...... He suddenly found himself unable to walk.

His face turned unusually pale.

At this time, he was like a child who had not recovered from a long-term illness.

The night breeze blew gently in the ruins of the courtyard, whether it was the sword light or the sea of blood, there was a faint appearance of some kind of legal rule between the breeze, stopping his steps.

That was a rule of law that he could not break through now, a existence beyond the scope of his current understanding, but a past that he was familiar with.

He looked into the deepest part of the night, wanting to see something, but in the end he saw nothing, and then he heard something—the sound of the night breeze, the mournful chirping of autumn insects in the distance, the sound of breaking the sky, the thunderous hoofs of the streets, the sound of a master exhaling, the sound of battle, the sound of blood splattering.

The courtyard returned to quiet for only a moment, and the night was torn apart by the deeper night, and more than ten assassin killers of the Qing Officials Division turned into more than ten black lights, and came to the field, too late to be shocked by what happened, and immediately protected Zhou Tong's body, and at the same time, several assassins with a cold breath swept towards Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng knew that there should be no way to kill Zhou Tong tonight.

This fact made his hand holding the scabbard a little cold, and his body became cold, he ignored the few assassins who killed him, but continued to look into the depths of the night, hoping that the other party would show up and explain a few words, but the night was still the same as before, so his snort gradually thickened.

Only those closest to him know that this means that he is very angry right now.

The person who hides in the night should also be very aware of this.

The black-clothed Qing Officials Assassin, like a part of the night, quietly came to Chen Changsheng's side, and without hesitation, he lifted the iron thorn stained with poison and stabbed him.

Chen Changsheng's True Yuan at this time had been exhausted, and internal injuries were attacking, but logically speaking, he should still have the ability to fight, at least he would not be killed by these assassins.

But he didn't move, just looked into the depths of the night, his eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding the disappointment and faint sadness inside.

Dozens of bleak sounds sounded intensively, and many bright light marks appeared among the ruins of the dark courtyard.

Those light marks are all crossbow arrows with divine power attached to them, from the crossbows of the Anglican cavalry.

The black-clad assassins snorted and tried desperately to dodge, but they still couldn't get out of the crossbow rain, and they were shot miserably, and then turned into several puffs of smoke.

Dense and hurried footsteps sounded, the sound of forcibly breaking down the door, and the sound of stepping on the old tiles of the eaves. More than 100 cavalry from the state religion from the palace gave up their mounts at some point, and from the main street, they climbed over the house and over the wall, and completed the encirclement of this courtyard in the shortest time, and at the same time protected Chen Changsheng closely behind him.

At the same time as the Anglican cavalry broke into the yamen of the Qing Officials, a line of fire suddenly ignited high in the night sky!

Xue Xingchuan is here!

He held an iron spear, stood in front of Zhou Tong and the others, looked at Chen Changsheng among the national cavalry with a cold expression, and then raised his right hand.

With his movements, many Yulin sergeants appeared in the night behind the ruins of the courtyard.

The sergeants held bows and crossbows in their hands, and the tips of the crossbows glowed with a dark and terrifying edge.

There was a dead silence, the two sides confronted each other like this, no one spoke, and no one dared to take the lead in picking the crossbow arrows, everyone looked at Xue Xingchuan's right hand.

It is known that his right hand will be released later, but it is not known whether it will fall gently or swing vigorously, which represents two completely different wills.

That also means that tonight's Kyoto, and the future Great Zhou Dynasty, will enter two completely different situations.

"That's it. An old voice rang out from the back of the crowd.

The begonia trees in this courtyard have been reduced to detritus, and the houses have been reduced to ruins, except for the stone arch that leads to the outside world.

Mao Qiuyu and a Taoist aunt in a religious robe walked in through the broken stone arch.

Xue Xingchuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he recognized that the Taoist aunt in the religious robe was the Holy Oracle Archbishop Eucalyptus Lin, who was resident in the south of the palace, but he didn't know when he returned to Kyoto.

Two of the Big Six of the State Religion have already appeared here.

In Mao Qiuyu's hand, he also held a faint magic pestle, which was the heavy treasure of the palace.

"Chen Changsheng murdered the ministers of the imperial court, did he want to leave the palace and think that the imperial court did not happen?"

Xue Xingchuan didn't turn around to look, and he also knew that Zhou Tong was now in a miserable situation where he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

He said this not because he was Zhou Tong's only true friend in this world, but because he was the Great Zhou Divine General, and he represented the will of the Holy Queen Niangniang.

Mao Qiuyu walked in front of Chen Changsheng, looked at him and said calmly: "Lord Zhou Tong has murdered so many ministers of the imperial court over the years, and the imperial court has never happened.

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(The original chapter was titled: A Voice in the Deepest Reaches of the Night.) Because the number of words allowed in the title is exceeded, it was changed to the current one. ）