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The howling wind swept up the yellow sand on the ground and threw it around, as if it had come to a wasteland.

The Demon Lord stood in the yellow sand of the sky, his eyes were extremely dark, and his face became extremely pale.

Not out of fear, but because in a very short time he made his blood boil and began to burn violently.

An extremely cold but incomparably thick aura poured out of his demon body and headed towards the sky.

His black hair was scattered and danced wildly in the wind and sand, like thousands of snakes.

The robe glowed with a ghostly glow, and its surface looked like a flame burning without temperature.

As this cold flame spread, the demon's breath quickly enveloped half of the courtyard centered on the lone tree.

The most obvious sign is that a night has fallen on the field.

The night was so cold, full of silence and darkness, representing the most solemn and cold order.

That light power is so warm, even blazing, and in addition to the sacred, there is also an infinitely active life breath.

This courtyard adjacent to the Xiang Manor is not small, but it is not worth mentioning at all compared to these two grand atmospheres.

In an instant, the entire courtyard was occupied by these two breaths.

On one side is the endless night.

On one side is the endless light.

And then they met.

It stands to reason that when these two diametrically opposed auras meet, they should form a spectacular scene of the heavens and the earth falling apart.

However, this scene did not happen, on the contrary, everything was so quiet, even peaceful.

Even the fish swimming in the mountain stream under the cliff outside the courtyard were not affected in any way.

It's just that the sheep on the hillside looked at the sky with some confusion, and didn't understand why it was the same time as noon and late at night.

These two breaths are the purest breaths in heaven and earth.

The root of the grandeur seen is the subtle difference in the essence of things.

The real contest takes place in the smallest place, such as a grain of yellow sand or a wisp of cold wind.

At least for a short time, it's hard to see anything spectacular.

But this does not mean true tranquility.

The dangers that are hidden in the smallest of the smallest places, once they can be seen, are very likely to have devastating results.

Chen Changsheng knew, and the King of Linghai and the others also knew, but they didn't care, because at this time, the power of light was obviously superior.

It's just that I don't understand why the Demon Lord chose this response, does he think that he can resist the Great Array of Leaving the Palace with his own magic skills?

A crane chirped.

The white crane is a fairy bird, with a strong sense of consciousness, sensing the danger in the field, flapping its wings and flying away.

A piano moves.

The blind pianist held the guqin, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and swept dozens of zhang away, his sleeves fluttering lightly.

The sound of the piano is suddenly high, as if it is cracked.

A crack was torn open in the middle of the night.

The aura of light emanating from the Great Array of the Palace lingered around him.

From afar, he was like a crane rushing into the netherworld.

He is no longer a passer-by in Wenshui City, nor is he a living dead with a heart like a tree.

He was the Great Elder of the Immortal Sect a hundred years ago who was extremely talented, had a profound realm, and had terrifying combat power.

The piano sounded again.

Dozens of invisible waves, following his fingers, left the strings and vibrated in all directions.

The edge of the night had been torn open, and now it was pulled even bigger by the invisible sound of the piano.

When night fell, the Demon Lord's figure quickly blurred, as if he was about to escape into the night.

Everyone knew that even if the Great Array of Leaving the Palace had been completed, once the Demon Lord entered the night, it would inevitably take more energy to force him out.

More importantly, it inevitably consumes more time.

No one knows the final victory or defeat of the White Emperor and the Lady Mu, and no one knows whether the winner will make a move to stop the state religion from killing the Demon Lord.

They have to hurry.

Among the Terran powerhouses outside the courtyard, the strength of that blind violinist was undoubtedly the highest.

So he also reacted the fastest.

Where the sound of the piano fell, the night was faint, and the vague figure of the Demon Lord became a little clearer again.

Dozens of extremely thin rays of light flashed in the Demon Lord's pupils.

It was the projection of the invisible sound in his mind.

Then, more than a dozen black dots appeared in his pupils.

It was the shadow of the incomparably dark shield in his eyes.

Countless dense and sharp cutting sounds rang out.

More than a dozen pieces of dark black shield armor rotated around the Demon Lord's body at high speed, leaving no loopholes.

The invisible sounds of the piano and the attacks of the blind luthiers that followed were all blocked by those black shields.

Hundreds of dense spatial cracks sprouted on the surface of the shield and then disappeared.

The flying yellow sand, blackened by the night, floated in front of the shield and was quickly cut into finer powder.

Several exclamations rang out outside the courtyard.

"Nether Seventeen!"

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As the master of the Northern Continent, daring to come to the White Emperor City alone, the Demon Lord certainly has something to rely on.

A magical weapon comparable to an artifact like the Netherworld Seventeen Armor, there may even be many more pieces on his body.

The blind violinist was not surprised, and continued to attack with countless rays of light.

Looking at the opponent who broke through the night, the Demon Lord's expression remained unchanged, and he reached out to take a sword from the night.

The sword was dark and black, and there was no sharp edge to be seen, but it seemed to be able to absorb everyone's eyes and all the light.

No exclamations rang out.

Those who knew the sword were speechless with shock.

Sunset Sword.

This is the sword of the previous Demon Lord.

This sword has seen two broken knives outside Luoyang City, and has seen the frost remnant divine spear.

Compared to this sword, Nanke's Southern Cross Sword was nothing at all.

Compared to this sword, the color of the Nether Seventeen Armor was so dull.

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The Sunset Sword slashes downward.

The entire night seemed to have descended hundreds of feet towards the ground with the Demon Lord's movements.

An unimaginable coercion condescendingly slammed into the blind violinist.

Chen Changsheng didn't know if the blind violinist could resist the power of this heirloom magic sword, and he didn't need to know.

When the Demon Lord drew his sword, he also drew his sword.

His right hand still held the scepter of the state religion, presiding over the palace formation, suppressing the night and preventing the demon lord from escaping.

He didn't need to hold the hilt of the sword, he only needed to turn his mind slightly, and countless swords came out.

More than 700 famous swords roared out from the scabbard of Zangfeng, instantly crossing a distance of more than 100 zhang and attacking the Demon Lord.

Today, if he wants to kill the Demon Lord, it is naturally the strongest means to make a move.

Sen Ran's sword intent ran through the heavens and the earth, as if he wanted to pierce the light and night.

More than 700 swords reflected the light, connected end to end, and rushed away with an unturning momentum.

Back then, in Zhou Yuan, he once used a move to become a dragon.

After that, due to various reasons, he was no longer able to perform such a powerful sword technique.

But today, his sword already has some of the feeling and power of the sword at that time.

Countless metal grinding sounds sounded in the dim night, endlessly.

More than 700 sword intents cut through everything in heaven and earth, and the sound of the blind pianist was several points sharper.

Even the blind luthier himself had to step aside for the time being, waiting for the sword intent to fall down like a rainstorm.

Countless fragments splattered in all directions, and countless small but unfathomable holes appeared in the ground.

The nearest wall was silently reduced to debris, scattered by the wind and left no trace.

Both the sound and the picture are so weird, even creepy.

After a while, more than seven hundred swords rested for a while.

The dark shields around the Demon Lord are gone.

The legendary magic weapon, the Seventeen Armors of the Netherworld, was destroyed in this way. (To be continued.) )