Fighter of the Destiny

Looking at the thousands of swords in the night sky, Nanke's eyes narrowed slightly.

Being able to control thousands of swords with your spiritual consciousness at the same time is already very unbelievable, let alone using thousands of different sword techniques at the same time...

How did Chen Changsheng do it?

At this point, she finally confirmed that even if Chen Changsheng didn't have these swords and had no other means, he could defeat her with just his own spiritual consciousness, true energy, and swordsmanship. She was now fighting Chen Changsheng head-on. If she didn't possess the world's most extreme speed, it could even be said that she wouldn't have any chance.

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The Demon Lord is the most powerful opponent Chen Changsheng has ever encountered in his life. Facing such an enemy, he will of course use his most powerful means.

These swords in the night sky are his highest level and most complete display of swordsmanship.

Among the old swords that accompanied him to freedom in the Zhouyuan Sword Pool back then, some were sent back to the sects and some were given to friends. For example, Xuanyuan Po got the Shanhai Sword, Zhexiu took away the Demon Commander's Flag Sword, and Su Moyu He and Mo Yu also each had their own gains, and there were many swords hidden by Tang Sanliu in the National Education Academy. He did not take them away when he left Kyoto, except for the old swords that were too old, needed the nourishment of sword power, and were unable to fight anymore. The sword, the sword that can still fight with him now, is about three thousand.

These swords have been in the Zangfeng scabbard for many years. They have been with him day and night, and they are connected with each other. They are as sharp as yesterday, and their power is even better than before.

Tonight, the swords reflected the scenery and light in the night, quietly becoming dragons, arriving in sequence, but in no particular order. The sword intent was equally strong, but the sword moves were each exquisite, extremely difficult to deal with. If Zhu Ye, Ning Shiwei and Na Hundreds of masters and sergeants are still by the lake, and they will definitely be defeated in one blow.

Three thousand swords came through the air, as if they were painting thousands of golden scales in the river at night.

The Demon Lord once again showed admiration and sighed: "The sword is just like the person. If you can break through the realm and become sacred in the future, how spectacular and magnificent will this sword dragon be?"

The sigh is regret, regret that that spectacular and magnificent scene cannot appear, because Chen Changsheng will become his food tonight.

Appreciation is a condescending look down, it is the comments and expectations of predecessors for future generations, and it is because of calmness.

There are three thousand famous swords, and the swords are different. The devil can easily defeat them with just a sound of the piano.

The long and steady fingers gently plucked the strings, producing a clear and refreshing sound.

The sound of the piano has sounded several times tonight, and it also sounded when Chen Changsheng's sword formation was broken for the first time.

But those are all scattered and broken piano sounds, which cannot form a song, but are more like a prelude or interlude.

At this time, the sound of the piano finally continued and turned into a piece of music.

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

The autumn wind likes fallen leaves, and the sound of the piano is clearer and clearer than before. It blows in all directions in the night, like an autumn mountain, but also naturally separated, and like the fallen leaves themselves.

The sound of the piano came out with all its heart, and it was indescribably desolate and chilling, facing the sword dragon that broke through the night sky.

Just like before, fragmented and bright sparks scattered everywhere, illuminating the heaven and earth, making the sword dragon across the sky and earth more clear.

The three thousand swords began to tremble violently. Some could not bear the damage caused by the sound of the piano and slumped down. Some could not bear the power of the autumn wind and flew sideways.

A strong wind blew up, the music of the piano suddenly became chaotic, and the sword dragon dispersed slightly, as if its scales had been peeled off by an invisible force, and swords left from time to time.

Those swords that were still holding on trembled even more violently, and some of the relatively weak swords even had cracks on them.

Judging from the current situation, Chen Changsheng's three thousand swords will be destroyed by this music before they fly.

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

It was tonight that he showed a sense of wariness.

At this time, the stegosaurus made of three thousand swords was spitting out sparks in the night sky.

He looked somewhere in it.

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

There was a very small deviation between the trajectory of the small spark and its supposed trajectory.

This deviation is very small, it can even be said to be subtle. Ordinary people and even Chen Changsheng himself will never be able to see it, but they cannot escape the gaze of the Demon Lord.

The Demon King's indifferent gaze can penetrate the truth of this world.

The deviation of the trajectory of that small spark meant that the space at that location was slightly deformed.

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

Everyone knows that sparks are the friction and impact of the sound of the piano and the sword.

Logically speaking, things that can deform space must be huge, such as an entire cold mountain.

But that object must be extremely small to be able to hide behind the sparks.

What object in the world is so small yet so heavy?

Or, was that the real method that Chen Changsheng hid until the end?

The Demon Lord suddenly waved his hand.

The strings are all broken.

Broken sounds came out randomly.

The guqin was instantly destroyed and turned into countless wood slag and broken lint.

Those wood slags and broken wadding, together with the cracked piano music, shot toward the night sky.

Countless clear, harsh, or heavy crashes sounded.

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

Before the sword moves contained in the Three Thousand Swords could be used, they were directly destroyed by the Demon Lord!

Like the clear autumn, the sparks all over the sky will wither in a few breaths. The pictures in the night sky become clearer, and some things can no longer hide their shapes.

There was a very 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. At the same time, it is also pulling the surrounding world, causing the nearby space to be slightly deformed.

The Demon Lord's expression was a little subtle and he said: "Zhou Garden has indeed fallen into your hands."

These words were naturally addressed to Chen Changsheng.

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

Tonight, he raised his hand for the first time, caught the Heavenly Book Stele, and then smashed the sea flute into the snowy peak in the distance.

Raising his hand for the second time, he grabbed the black dragon high in the night sky and threw it to the farther horizon.

At this time, he raised his hands for the third time, his expression more serious than the previous two times.

His movements are very subtle, as if he is trying to reach for the clouds, and at the same time, they are very grand, as if he is trying to reach for the stars.

Following 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 quietly, confronting each other, vibrating slightly and making a buzzing sound.

The violent aura between them gradually became peaceful.

It was like old friends meeting again, or enemies meeting each other, each with his own thoughts and silence.

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(Yesterday, I posted a concept film about spiritual practice from the TV series "The Legend of the Chosen One" on the WeChat public account. It's very short and not real, but there is a real person in it~)