Looking at the thousands of swords in the night sky, Nanke's pupils shrank.

It was already very unthinkable to be able to control thousands of swords at the same time with his divine sense, not to mention that he had to perform thousands of different sword techniques at the same time......

How did Chen Changsheng do it?

At this time, she finally confirmed that even if Chen Changsheng didn't have these swords, there was no other means, just relying on his own divine sense, true yuan, and sword path cultivation, it was enough to defeat him. She is now fighting Chen Changsheng head-on, if she doesn't have the most extreme speed in the world, she can't even say that she has no chance.

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The Demon Lord was the most powerful opponent Chen Changsheng had encountered in his life, and in the face of such an enemy, he would of course use his most powerful means.

These swords in the night sky are his highest level and most complete performance in kendo.

Among the old swords that regained his freedom with him in the sword pool of Zhou Yuan, some were sent back to those sectarian mountain gates, and some were given to friends, such as Xuanyuan broke the mountain and sea sword, folded his sleeves and took away the Demon Shuai Banner Sword, Su Moyu and Mo Yu also had their own gains, and there were many swords that were hidden by Tang Thirty-six in the National Education Academy, and he didn't take them away when he left Kyoto, and then except for the old swords that were too old, needed to be nourished by sword intent, and were unable to fight again, the swords that can still fight with him now are about three thousand.

These swords have been in the scabbard of Zangfeng for many years, and they have been with him day and night, and their hearts are the same, as sharp as yesterday, and their momentum is even better than that year.

Tonight, the swords reflect the scenery and light in the night, quietly Jackie Chan, in order, but in no particular order, the sword intent is also clear, but the sword moves are exquisite, extremely difficult to deal with, if Zhu Ye, Ning Shiwei and the hundreds of masters and sergeants are still on the lakeside, they will definitely be crushed with one blow.

Three thousand swords broke through the air, as if the ten thousand golden scales in the river were painted in the night.

The Demon Lord once again showed his appreciation, and sighed: "The sword is like its people, if you can break through the realm and enter the divine in the future, how magnificent will this sword dragon be?"

It is a pity to sigh, a pity that that the magnificent picture cannot appear, because Chen Changsheng will become his food tonight.

Appreciation is a condescending overlook, a judgment and expectation of the predecessors to the descendants, and it is because of calmness.

Three thousand swords, the swords are different, and the demon lord only needs one piano sound to break it calmly.

Slender and steady fingers, gently plucking the strings, produce a crisp sound.

The sound of the piano had already sounded several times tonight, and it had also sounded when it broke Chen Changsheng's sword formation for the first time before.

But those are scattered and fragmented notes, and they don't make a song, but more like a prelude or interlude.

At this time, the sound of the piano finally continued and became a tune.

The music played by the Demon Lord is a song that is loved by the autumn wind.

The autumn wind is happy with the falling leaves, the sound of the piano is clearer than before, blowing in all directions in the night, like autumn mountains, and naturally dispersed, and like the fallen leaves themselves.

The sound of the piano came out to the fullest, and the indescribable sorrow and slaughter greeted the stegosaurus that broke through the night sky.

As before, shattered and bright sparks burst out everywhere, illuminating the heavens and the earth, and making the stegosaurus that spanned the heavens and the earth more clear.

The three thousand swords began to tremble violently, some could not bear the injury of the sound of the qin, and fell down, and some could not bear the power of the autumn wind, and flew to the side crookedly.

The wind was raging, the sound of the piano was chaotic, and the stegosaurus was slightly scattered, as if it had been stripped of its scales by an invisible force, and from time to time a sword left.

Those swords that were still holding on trembled even more, and some relatively weak swords even had cracks on their bodies.

Judging from the current situation, Chen Changsheng's three thousand swords would be destroyed by this qin song before they flew in.

But for some reason, the Demon Lord's expression suddenly became a little solemn.

This is the sense of vigilance he exudes tonight.

At this time, the stegosaurus, which was woven with three thousand swords, was constantly spitting sparks in the night sky.

He looked somewhere in it.

That position was very inconspicuous, and the sparks from the intersection of the sound of the piano and the sword body were also very small, and they fell in his eyes, but they were slightly burning.

There was a very small deviation between the trajectory of the small spark and the trajectory that should have been.

This deviation is very small, it can even be said to be slight, ordinary people and even Chen Changsheng himself can never see it, but it can't escape the gaze of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord's indifferent gaze can gain insight into the truth of this world.

The trajectory deviation of that small spark means that the space at that location is slightly deformed.

The space is distorted because there is an extremely heavy object, hidden behind that spark.

Everyone knows that the spark is the friction and collision of the sound of the piano and the sword.

Something that can deform space is logically huge, such as the entire Cold Mountain.

But that object, which can hide behind a spark, must be extremely small.

Where in the world is something so small, yet so heavy?

Or, is that the real means that Chen Changsheng hid to the end?

The Demon Lord waved suddenly.

The strings are broken.

Broken sounds.

The guqin was destroyed in an instant, turning into countless wood slags and broken flocculents.

Those wood slag and broken flocculents, and the sound of the cracked piano, went towards the **** in the night sky.

Countless clear, harsh, or heavy crashing sounds rang out.

The stegosaurus in the night sky sputtered more sparks, and then gradually dispersed.

The sword moves contained in the three thousand swords were directly broken by the Demon Lord before they could be cast!

The sparks in the sky will wither in a few breaths, and the picture in the night sky will become clear, and some things can no longer hide their figures.

There was a small stone bead flying towards the Demon Lord in the night. This stone bead flies very slowly, giving people a very heavy feeling, as if it is being pulled by an invisible force, and at the same time, it also pulls the surrounding heaven and earth, making the nearby space slightly deformed.

The Demon Lord's expression was a little subtle, and he said, "Zhou Yuan really fell into your hands. ”

This sentence was naturally said to Chen Changsheng.

Then, he raised his right hand and pointed at the small stone bead in the air.

Tonight, when he raised his hand for the first time, he caught the Heavenly Book Tablet, and then smashed the siren into the snowy peaks in the distance.

The second time he raised his hand, he grabbed the black dragon high in the night sky and threw it even farther away.

At this time, he raised his hand for the third time, and his expression was more serious than the previous two.

His movements are very subtle, as if he is going to pick up the clouds, and at the same time he is very magnificent, as if he is going to pick up the stars.

With his movements, Xiao Shizhu slowly stopped.

At the same time, his seal floated away from his belt and into the night sky.

The seal and the stone bead looked at each other silently, confronting each other, vibrating slightly, and making a buzzing sound.

The violent atmosphere between each other gradually became peaceful.

It is like an old friend reunited, and it is like an enemy meeting each other, each with their own thoughts, silent.

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(Yesterday, I posted a cultivation concept film of the TV series of Zetianji in the WeChat public account, which is very short, not really Dongdong, but there is a real person in it~)