The imperial city is built according to the mountain, its potential is extremely steep, the viewing platform is at the highest place, far away from the square in front of the imperial city, the boulder that the whale falls down the platform and rolls down the mountain, the momentum is amazing, I don't know how many stone walls and rockeries have been crushed all the way, but there is still some time before smashing to the ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Listening to the thunderous sound, many people looked up, their faces suddenly turned pale, desperately avoiding from a distance, but there were people crowded everywhere, how easy it was to retreat to a safe place in time, screams and shouts and cries, making the venue look extremely chaotic.

The sound of the whale falling and cracking and the subsequent cry were also heard on the observation deck.

Many ministers and demons will be stiffened by the shock, unable to react at all, and incapable of solving the impending tragedy.

The truly strong who had time to react, and who had the ability to save those people, did not react at all.

They were still staring at the cold cloud, staring at the occasional shining sword light, and they were extremely focused.

The boulder that fell from the whale landing platform would cause hundreds of people to die in front of the imperial city at most, and it was not a big deal for these big people at all.

The outcome of this battle is what really matters, because it will make the difference between the lives and deaths of millions of lives.

Suddenly, the crisp sword roar disappeared, and the wind whistled from all directions, fading the cold clouds by a few minutes.

The swords flew back to the surroundings of Chen Changsheng and Luo Luo from the depths of the clouds, vibrating slightly and making a buzzing sound.

Who won?

Chen Changsheng's face was a little pale, there was a very shallow wound behind his left ear, his hair was stuck with blood and no longer floated, through the reflection of the skylight, it could be clearly seen that there were some black stains in the shallow and short wound, which should be the crystallization of demonic breath, but I don't know what it was wrapped in, some crystals were shiny.

The situation of the Demon Lord is even more embarrassing.

The golden rings of his hair were broken into more than a dozen pieces, and the black hair was scattered and fluttered behind him.

There were five tears in his shirt, straight and deep, and it was clear at a glance that they were sword marks.

Only one sword mark had blood spilling out, like a golden slurry, still glaring in the dim light of the sky.

The pear tree was even more chopped into the tiniest debris by Chen Changsheng's sword, and it was blown all over the ground by the wind, mixed with the dust, and could no longer be seen.

Standing on the empty ground, the figure of the Demon Lord looked a little bleak.

Could it really be that Chen Changsheng won?

What kind of sword did he use?

The powerhouses of the demon clan who watched the battle looked at this scene and were very shocked, and countless ideas were born in a short period of time.

Yes, Chen Changsheng won the battle.

If it weren't for the unimaginable physical strength of the Demon Lord, he would have been directly cut in two by his Innocent Sword at this time.

Of course, the Demon Lord's realm methods were also really terrifying, the stormy group of swords failed to have any impact on his vision, and his decisiveness was even stronger to the extreme, and he actually took a great risk to bear Chen Changsheng's first four swords, and made Chen Changsheng also injured with a violent counterattack.

Don't underestimate the shallow wound on Chen Changsheng's neck, because the black stain in that wound is the purest magic breath crystals of the Demon Lord, once it encounters flesh and blood, it will spread sharply, like a spark igniting the entire grassland, even the powerhouses who have entered the sacred realm must leave immediately and find a way to remove these magic breath crystals.

Chen Changsheng was still an insurmountable distance from the Divine Realm, and it was logical that he would definitely die, but fortunately, he was originally an innocent body, and he had been bathed in dragon blood, plus his own blood contained countless holy light energy, and it was also mixed with the true blood of the Heavenly Phoenix, which was just enough to suppress the means of the Demon Lord.

The observation deck was as quiet as a dead tomb, and the rumbling and cries below became clearer.

The powerhouses of the demon clan still didn't pay attention, just staring at Chen Changsheng and the Demon Monarch in the field, shocked to the extreme, their emotions were a little complicated, and their minds gradually changed.

Although that cold cloud covered the traces of the wind and rain swords and peerless magic skills, how could the powerhouses of the demon clan not perceive the thrill and horror in between?

Of course, Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord are the strongest of the younger generation.

But the realm, cultivation, strength, and all of the realms they showed in this battle were still stronger than the entire continent could imagine.

What's more, it was a historic battle.

Chen Changsheng and the Demon Monarch have not yet entered the Divine Realm, but one is the Emperor of the northern part of the continent, and the other is the Pope of the Human Race, and the entire continent firmly believes that as long as they are given enough time, they will inevitably cross that threshold, in other words, they are and will definitely become true saints in the future.

They will be the rulers of this continent in the future, and their names will inevitably appear many times in the history books, and when they fought a battle when they were young, the results of this battle will continue to affect the situation of the entire continent for hundreds of years to come, and will continue to rewrite history.

What will happen next?

When the powerhouses of the demon clan saw Chen Changsheng raise the Innocent Sword in his hand again, they couldn't help but feel a chill suddenly arise.

Could it be that Chen Changsheng really wants to continue to draw his sword until he kills the Demon Lord? Could it be that history will draw a break here in advance?

Seeing Chen Changsheng raise the sword in his hand again, the Demon Lord's face was a little pale, not because of fear, but because of anger.

He looked at Chen Changsheng's eyes, in addition to the killing intent, there was a touch of anger.

Before the battle began, he thought that he could kill Chen Changsheng with his own ability.

So he was not prepared to use his most powerful means.

Even if he kills with the starry sky, he still thinks that the method is too dangerous and it is better not to use it.

What he didn't expect was that Chen Changsheng's sword path cultivation had actually become so powerful in just a few dozen days.

Don't say kill the other party yourself, it's hard to even defeat the other party.

It made him feel very humiliated.

So he made a decision.

He gripped the cold hard object in his sleeve.

Waiting for Chen Changsheng's sword to fall again.

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......

When the Demon Lord grasped something like that in his sleeve, no one noticed anything unusual in advance.

Only the clouds and mist that were reuniting in the White Emperor City suddenly sped up.

The cracked boulder was still rolling down, getting closer and closer to the ground, and countless demon people were crying, powerlessly and desperately waiting for death to come.

The Demon Lord waited for Chen Changsheng's sword to come.

Madame Shepherd's expression suddenly became solemn.

I don't know if it's because the Demon Lord is holding something like that in his sleeve, or if it's ...... Chen Changsheng's sword did not fall.

Yes, it didn't happen to anyone on the observation deck that didn't think of that.

With a whooshing sound, countless swords flew out from the scabbard held by Chen Changsheng.

But instead of slashing at the Demon Lord, those swords flew out of the observation deck and disappeared into the clouds.

Those swords stirred up the clouds and mist, bringing out countless threads of clouds, which looked a little like fog.

But more like electricity, because those swords were so fast that with the naked eye only the bright traces they left in the air.

Even those who saw this scene had some kind of delusion.

When these swords broke through the fog and entered, they had already come to the front of the imperial city.

At that time, the boulder falling from the sky was still dozens of feet away from the ground.

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......

The crowd, crying and screaming and dodging in all directions, gradually stopped.

For they did not feel the shaking of the earth, nor did they hear the sound of the boulder falling.

It wasn't quiet, but there were countless grinding sounds in a dense area, right above their heads.

They looked into the sky, and their expressions became a little dazed.

They saw a very magical scene.

The boulder stopped, as if it were floating in the sky.

There were countless swords, slashing down like lightning towards the boulder, and the sound of cutting hard objects kept coming.

Those swords were so fast that in a few breaths, they had already penetrated countless rounds.

Countless straight crevices appeared on the surface of the boulder, growing denser and denser, and then disintegrating.

A cry of fear sounded again in front of the imperial city.

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......

Some of the people were injured while dodging and could no longer move, just below the boulders.

A noble lady in the upper city was desperate to the extreme, crying incessantly, looking very pitiful.

A bear-clan coolie from Matsucho reached out and took her into his arms, then handed his sturdy back to the sky.

He just threw the chef of the bun shop out of the crowd, his leg was seriously injured, and it was too late to leave.

It's just that no matter how strong the back is, it can't bear the weight of the boulder.

Even if he protected the noble girl in his arms, he would only be smashed into a pulp.

But at the last moment of life, being able to have a warm embrace, to be able to feel kindness, to be able to give kindness, is comfort after all.

When she heard that terrible cry, the noble lady of the upper city knew that the boulder was about to fall, and her cry became louder.

The bear-clan coolie hugged her tighter.

I don't know how long it took, but those shouts of fear suddenly turned into ecstatic shouts for the rest of their lives.

The noble lady gradually stopped crying and looked up at the heavens with fear.

The boulder didn't fall.

There was no rain of rubble falling.

Slowly falling is stone dust.

The stone dust was very fine, very light and white.

It looks like snow.

The bear-clan coolie helped her to her feet.

The uptown lady was a little embarrassed.

In the falling stone snow, the two glanced at each other.

Thinking about the intimate hug before, I can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The lady of Shangcheng whispered, "Thank you." ”

The bear coolie scratched his head and said, "You're welcome. ”

The noble girl of Shangcheng looked into his eyes and said seriously, "I want to marry you." ”