The patriarch of the carp clan and the prince of the deer clan glanced at each other, and suddenly felt a little uneasy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The patriarch of the bear clan and the demon generals looked at the field, stopped attacking.

The wrinkles on the forehead of the Xiang clan patriarch became much deeper, and questions grew.

Madame Mu looked at Chen Changsheng quietly, not knowing what she was thinking.

No one was optimistic about Chen Changsheng, but he only said one sentence, and people's judgment of the situation in the field changed.

Because when he said this, Chen Changsheng's expression was very calm, and his voice was also very indifferent, hiding a strong self-confidence.

No, not even hidden, that confidence was like his sword, breaking through the clouds, extremely sharp, making everyone who heard his voice feel a little tingling in their eardrums, and everyone who looked at him felt as if their eyelashes were about to break.

The Demon Lord could see very clearly, there was no stubble in Chen Changsheng's eyes, only a calm and firm killing intention.

The black robe had no last resort, and he would definitely calculate that Chen Changsheng would rush over after knowing about the fall, and he could also think that the demon clan might choose to watch temporarily in such a situation, since he had not made arrangements in advance, it was to confirm that he would definitely be able to kill Chen Changsheng.

Just like his own opinion.

He didn't understand where Chen Changsheng's confidence came from.

As the supreme master of the Demon Snowfield, the Demon Lord is used to controlling everything.

This feeling of being a little out of his control made him have a lot of negative emotions

He waved his sleeves, as if trying to brush them off.

A gust of wind was blowing from the sleeves of the clothes, and the pear blossoms on the observation deck were rolled up and fluttering.

Looking at this scene, there was a low cry of shock all around.

It is very common for flowers to be swept up by the wind, and the reason why there are exclamations is because there are visions.

The pear blossom, which was supposed to be white, turned black for some reason, and it was the purest black without a single trace of impurities, and the trajectory of the fluttering of the small flower, which should have been gentle, became very strange and very heavy.

Black means there is no light.

The rays of light falling from the sky seemed to be attracted by the Demon Lord's sleeve.

Those fluttering little flowers became so heavy, and that's why.

The space under the pear tree seemed to be a little deformed.

What kind of magic can form such a picture?

Chen Changsheng quietly looked at the Demon Lord's eyes, ignoring the environment that suddenly became pitch black.

In this night-like world, those small flowers that were also black seemed to disappear.

Suddenly, a very dull white appeared in his field of vision.

The extremely dim white is gray, and it is the first moment when the abyss without seeing the light suddenly sees the rising sun.

It was a pear blossom that floated silently behind him.

Don't say it's him, even the demon clan powerhouses who are watching the battle around him haven't been able to find out.

Chen Changsheng looked at the Demon Monarch as if he didn't notice it.

The pear blossom, which was gradually turning white, suddenly trembled a few times, and then shattered.

The soft petals were transformed into countless extremely fine threads, fluttering everywhere with the wind, sometimes lit by the light, sometimes blackened by the night.

It's beautiful, it's eerie, and no one knows exactly how it happened.

It was only at this moment that an extremely clear sword roar sounded on the observation deck.

The fierce sword intent fell, and those petal filaments were unable to bear it, and they broke one after another, and then fell to the ground, turning into black smoke, and then dissipated without a trace.

An ancient sword appeared in the middle of the field at some point, quietly hovering in the air behind Chen Changsheng.

This sword gave people the feeling that whoever wanted to attack Chen Changsheng would be greeted with its powerful and ruthless counterattack.

This sword was like Chen Changsheng's most loyal guard, and like a companion he would never betray.

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This is the first time that many people have seen Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship, this set of legendary swordsmanship.

Chen Changsheng was still far from the Divine Realm, but in the eyes of many people, his swordsmanship was already extraordinary.

As the heir to Su Li's mantle, in the years since Akiyama-kun disappeared, he has been recognized as the next kendo master.

His swordsmanship has long been spread, and the demon clan bigwigs present also know it, but they are still shocked to see it with their own eyes.

The Demon Lord's expression remained unchanged, he had seen Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship on the night he was in the Snow Ridge, and he knew that it was far from this.

He took a step forward, and the night was heading towards the light, and the pear tree seemed to turn into a silhouette behind him.

The cold night roared, and all the remnants of pear blossoms on the ground rose and floated towards Chen Changsheng.

The speed of those pear blossoms is not fast, it can even be said to be slow, and there is a very heavy feeling.

The powerhouses of the demon clan who saw this scene gave birth to a very strong warning, if they touched these pear blossoms, they would definitely be extremely miserable.

The question is, there are at least thousands of pear blossoms fluttering in the air, how can Chen Changsheng avoid them?

Even if he had a way to avoid it, what about His Highness Luoluo, who was standing behind him?

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The Demon Lord knew what Chen Changsheng would do.

Countless swords would pour out of the scabbard called Zangfeng, and then smash the pear blossoms in the sky, even cutting them into filaments that could not bear the wind.

Just like with that pear blossom before.

In fact, the Demon Lord just wanted to invite Chen Changsheng to do so.

Because like all the cultivators on the continent, he had always been curious about how many swords Chen Changsheng had brought out of the Zhou Yuan Sword Pond back then.

What's more, this was the means he specially prepared to kill Chen Changsheng after the night in Xueling.

When the pear blossoms in the sky were all cut down by Chen Changsheng's sword rain, it was the moment of death.

What happened next was exactly the same as the Demon Lord's expectations, and it was also thought of in advance by a strong person like the patriarch of the Xiang clan.

Countless terrible sword roars sounded, and the fierce sword intent seemed to be about to penetrate the sky directly from the ground, and countless deep and straight sword marks appeared on the hard surface of the observation deck, and those flying pear blossoms were cut down one after another, and countless terrifying spatial cracks flashed in them.

Looking at this scene, many people's eyes were full of fear. Don't talk about those pear blossoms that are as heavy as a mountain, don't talk about those extremely powerful sword intents, just say that the spatial crack caused by the hedge of these two powerful auras is enough to kill most of the people present.

I don't know how long it took, but the pear blossoms finally fell, leaving no traces, only a faint residual fragrance.

Those terrifying spatial cracks gradually closed, and it looked like demons from the abyss had closed their eyes.

Hundreds of swords hung silently in the air, looking like a rainstorm that was about to fall.

In this rain of swords, Chen Changsheng quietly looked at the Demon Lord.

The pear blossoms fell, and he didn't die.

Because the Demon Lord's method did not appear.

The Demon Lord's expression was unprecedentedly solemn, and even a hint of shock could be seen.

He stared into Chen Changsheng's eyes and asked, "What kind of sword technique is this?"