Chen Changsheng did not enter the Aoba World, nor did he enter the Zhou Garden. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He wasn't sure if the Holy Light Angel would be able to see through the rules of space like the Demon Lord had done back then.

He wouldn't have made such a choice until the last moment.

So what should he do in this critical situation?

He made an unexpected move.

He closed his eyes.

This is not contempt.

Nor is it surrender.

It's just about focus and his ability to find a way to break the game.

The figure of the Angel of Light was beyond the rain of swords, spear of light stabbing at him.

He knew it wasn't the real picture.

In the real picture, which is above time and not determined by sight, the angel of light is always moving.

One moment it was still in the depths of the night, and the next moment it came to the weakest point of the sword formation, and then returned to its original place.

In an extremely short period of time, the Angel of Light launched an attack on the sword array in the night sky many times.

It's just that his speed is too fast, like lightning without light, and you can't feel his movement with the naked eye.

Chen Changsheng's gaze couldn't keep up with his speed, and he could only rely on the sword formation to resist and perceive at the same time.

In this case, he could not determine the location of the other party at all.

Then the means he had prepared for this Angel of Light—the stone beads that those Heavenly Book Tablets had turned into—naturally couldn't touch the other party's body.

In this case, he simply closed his eyes, no longer trying to catch the trajectory of the other party with his gaze, but spread his consciousness away.

The consciousness that dissipated into the surrounding night was like a net.

He was still unable to determine the location of the Angel of Light, but he was able to clearly perceive the traces left by the movement of the other party in the Divine Consciousness Web.

The straight but abrupt turn of light is so eye-catching.

Chen Changsheng closed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and held his sword in both hands, waiting for those traces to gradually show regularity, or slower speed.

The blind violinist guessed what he wanted to do, tilted his head slightly, and the broken strings fluttered with his blood-drenched fingers, floating towards the outside of the sword array, like countless void snakes, trying to block those rays and slow down the movement of the angels of the holy light.

It's a pity that there is an insurmountable level gap between the realms of the two sides.

The Angel of Holy Light stood indifferently outside the sword rain, and countless remnants of light lit up and then disappeared in all directions.

No matter how peaceful and powerful Chen Changsheng's divine sense was, he couldn't really bind him.

The blind luthier's strings could not catch up with him.

At the moment of battle, he is true to light and electricity.

The light spear with infinite power kept stabbing at the Nanxi Zhai sword array.

The sound of the sword gradually became stronger, Chen Changsheng's face gradually turned pale, and the sea was shaken, and he had already suffered a lot of internal injuries.

However, he still didn't give up, because it was obvious that the power from each light spear had become much smaller.

-- The reason for the decrease in power is the pursuit of speed.

The Angels of Light are chosen carefully.

Caution is due to vigilance.

Then it means that Chen Changsheng's coping method is reasonable.

But it's still a pity.

It's a pity that the same content was previously the same.

The gap between the realm levels between the two sides is too great.

The remnants of hundreds of rays of light flickered and flickered in the night, like stars blinking their eyes under thin clouds.

In an incomparably short period of time, the light spear in the hand of the Angel of Light stabbed more than four hundred times into the rain of swords.

At the same time, the tip of the spear that had crossed the void and came to Chen Changsheng's body, which was blocked by his horizontal sword, advanced more than half a foot towards his eyes.

Countless swords were shaken away, emitting an angry and unwilling but helpless sword sound.

The spear of light seemed to be slow, but in fact it was unstoppable, and it broke into the depths of the sword rain in the sky.

It looks like a big river bursting out of the mountains.

It's like a beautiful light breaking through the clouds.

The Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation is about to break.

Chen Changsheng and the blind pianist are about to die.

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Suddenly.

An even brighter light appeared in the night.

It was a flame from ancient times, as if it could burn everything.

Even the light of the night and the angels of the Holy Light can be its fuel.

Immediately after, a sword light like a heavenly river came into everyone's eyes.

If it is said that the spear of light of the angel of light is a river that breaks through the mountain.

Then this sword light is the heavenly river that breaks through the sky and falls.

The calm surface of the water reflected the golden flames, shining with countless bright and dazzling lights.

Countless sparks suddenly appeared in the night sky, and then fell towards the ground.

If you look closely, you can see that the sparks are connected in a straight line.

A battle is being fought at a speed that is invisible to the naked eye.

Those sparks are the traces of this battle.

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Outside the rain of swords, the figure of the Angel of Holy Light disappeared.

The spear tip in front of Chen Changsheng's eyes also disappeared.

Countless sparks appear in the night sky, and they look like fireworks, which is beautiful and moving.

What is truly heart-wrenching is that it proves that the Angels of Light have been forced to reveal their true location and begin to fight.

Who does that sword light with infinite light belong to?

What kind of flame can ignite the night?

Who on this continent can keep up with the speed of the Angels of Light?

Chen Changsheng didn't need to analyze these.

In fact, when he perceived that light, he knew all the answers.

The light was too bright, the figures of the angels of the holy light became a little dim, and the spear of light turned into an iron rod.

There is only one sword technique in the world that can shine so brightly.

Only Chen Changsheng in the world had really seen this kind of swordsmanship.

That is the real strongest swordsmanship of Nanxi Zhai, and it can even be said to be the most powerful swordsmanship in the entire continent.

Great Bright Sword.

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The person who can use the Great Bright Sword is and can only be Xu Yourong.

She is the only one who has the speed of the Angel of Holy Light, and the true fire of the Heavenly Phoenix that can burn out the night.

Among the powerhouses under the Divine Realm, she is the only one who can make the Holy Light Angel manifest his true form.

Xiao De can't do it, Xiao Zhang can't do it, Liang Wang Sun Xing, and the blind pianist can't do it.

From this point of view, Xu Yourong really lived up to the name of Tianfeng.

Her appearance changed the situation abruptly, but it was still not enough to change the final outcome.

The Great Bright Sword is indeed not as strong as it is, and it still can't cross the level gap between realms.

It's not that no one can be like Wang Po, who has learned the knife under the ginkgo tree for more than ten days, and then he can cut the world with a knife on the Luo River.

An indescribable coercion fell from the sky to the earth, like a real mountain.

The Holy Light Angel may not be able to crack the Great Light Sword, but he can directly suppress it with the rules of heaven and earth law.

The light suddenly dimmed for a few minutes.

The yellow sand danced wildly, the wind howled, and the terrifying aura of power splashed everywhere like substance.

In the wind and sand, a girl in white can be faintly seen floating backwards, like a white flower leaving the branch.

At such a critical moment, Chen Changsheng still had his eyes closed.

His divine consciousness had been embellished with the angel of holy light, and countless intricate lines gradually painted the picture and turned it into a lake.

The entire compound is in this lake.

When Xu Yourong's Great Bright Sword fell, he sensed it.

He sensed the location of the Angel of Light.

All the snow fields burned at the same time.

All the true elements are output furiously.

A moment ago, he was still in a rain of swords.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the Angel of Light.

Then, he stabbed him with a sword. (To be continued.) )