青青狠狠噜天天噜日日噜

Edited by: Michyrr

The seven-hundred-some swords had all once been renowned throughout the world.

Their former owners had all been exceptional experts who dared to venture into the land of demons.

In their eyes, what did the Netherworld matter?

The storm of swords began to attack once more.

This time, however, the swords no longer had such fierce energy and they seemed more focused.

The positions of the swords became more fixed, their connections tighter.

Because the moment they destroyed the Seventeen Netherworld Armors, the Setting Sun Sword in the Demon Lord’s hand also slashed down.

The ten-some swords at the very front angrily shrieked as they were sent flying while several of their comrades wailed as they broke.

Besides his fight with the previous Demon Lord in the snowy mountains, this was the first time Chen Changsheng’s swords had been broken since he had left the Garden of Zhou.

These swords were tightly intertwined with his spiritual sense, so his face paled as his mind felt the breaking of the swords.

As a result, he chose to adjust the energies of the swords, converting the storm of swords into the South Stream Temple sword array.

No matter how powerful the Setting Sun Sword was, it could not destroy this sword array, so where could the Demon Lord go?

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The Demon Lord’s expression did not change when he saw the Seventeen Netherworld Armors annihilated by the torrent of swords.

But when he saw the sword array in the sky, a hint of surprise finally appeared in his eyes.

On the observation platform, Chen Changsheng had relied on precisely this sword style to defeat him.

By now, he naturally knew that this was the legendary South Stream Temple sword array.

If he did not borrow a divine power that surpassed the mortal domain, the Demon Lord truly had no means of destroying this sword array.

But there was still no fear in his eyes.

The Setting Sun Sword descended, shattering the invisible zither notes, but it did not touch the storm of seven hundred swords in the air.

The Demon Lord’s attack was not aimed at Chen Changsheng, nor was it aimed at the South Stream Temple sword array.

From the very start, he had no intention of facing off against Chen Changsheng, and certainly not competing in swords.

Even someone as proud as him did not have the confidence to compete in swords with Chen Changsheng.

The swords that had been jolted away or broken had only been defeated by the Setting Sun Sword because they had used much of their strength to break the Netherworld Armors.

In truth, his sword was slashing at the ground.

The Setting Sun Sword struck the ground.

A setting sun sank into the horizon.

The dark night descended.

He had painted the ground to bring down the night.

The Demon Lord’s figure retreated into the darkness.

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When the setting sun sank into the Western Sea, darkness would envelop the entire continent. But the current darkness was not real and it could not even occupy the entirety of the courtyard. Under the assault of the light from the Li Palace’s grand array, it was continuously retracting.

Chen Changsheng knew that the Demon Lord had not left, but retreated deep into the darkness.

But he did not pursue, as he needed to oversee the array, but also because he felt a very profound sense of danger.

The blind zither player also did not pursue, but he thought differently from Chen Changsheng.

His withered fingers touched the zither strings, making them buzz.

The zither note was a message.

His and Chen Changsheng’s attacks had succeeded in delaying the Demon Lord for a few moments.

Perhaps it was just the blink of an eye, but it was enough for the cosmetic-buying girl and the others to react.

Pink and white powder was liberally spread over the courtyard.

The fortune-tellers and peddlers stood in the middle of the powder, using it as a screen while they used their coins and sand table to calculate.

The six government laborers took the chains from their shoulders and threw them into the courtyard.

The darkness clearly had no form or substance, but as the chains passed through it and pulled on the darkness, it gradually grew taut, seeming to become an actual black cloth.

The two sesame-candy-selling elders rolled up the fronts of their robes, somberly took a step forward, bent their knees, and let out a straight punch!

In Fivekind Man, these two elders were the most subdued and low-key, but their techniques were the most profound.

They were descendants of the Imperial clan and they cultivated the traditional techniques of the Blazing Sun Style, so their techniques had the most destructive effect against the demon techniques!

With two explosions, burning rays of lights burst out from two steady and royal fists.

Two deep impressions appeared on the taut cloth of darkness.

The air shrieked.

This was the sound of space twisting, on the verge of breaking.

As was expected of the Wenshui Tang clan’s experts, their combined strength was even enough to tear open the Demon Lord’s darkness!

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Before the light of the Li Palace’s grand array, the darkness in the courtyard receded, but it could not escape and now seemed on the verge of collapse.

The Wenshui Tang clan’s experts were already in the courtyard.

Chen Changsheng’s swords also moved, entering the darkness.

Suddenly, he heard the clattering of metal on stone.

This sound came from one of the swords at the very front.

He sensed an unimaginable power and an object so hard that it did not seem to come from this world.

An intense wariness appeared in his eyes.

He had already made preparations beforehand, and the Demon Lord’s words just now had put him on the highest alert.

But he had not expected his opponent to appear so suddenly and without warning.

The Wenshui Tang clan’s experts were about to enter the darkness.

Especially the two sesame-candy-selling elders.

"Back!"

The blind zither player heard Chen Changsheng’s shout.

He did not understand why they had to retreat right when they were about to tear apart the darkness and successfully kill the Demon Lord.

But he knew that something must have happened, so he immediately transformed into a wisp of smoke and retreated.

The two sesame-candy-selling elders also heard Chen Changsheng’s shout, but it was already too late for them to retreat.

In the original plan, their Blazing Sun Style was the most important method for killing the Demon Lord, so they were closest to the darkness.

A terrifying strength flooded toward them, swallowed up the burning rays of light from their fists and went on to attack their bodies.

This strength was so pure and terrifying that it seemed to come from the Divine Kingdom, even robbing them of any courage to resist.

Immediately after calling for retreat, Chen Changsheng charged forward.

He used the true meaning of the Blazing Sword to activate the Yeshi Step. He moved as fast as a lightning bolt and instantly arrived in front of the darkness.

When that flood of power was about to crash onto those two elders, his sword array had already come down.

Amidst the shrill cry of countless swords, he grabbed the two elders by the shoulders and swiftly retreated.

The invisible, yet terrifying strength began to encroach on every part of the courtyard. Even the smallest speck of dust gained the weight of a mountain.

In the swift retreat, the two elders vomited blood, soaking their robes.

Chen Changsheng landed, his body swaying, his face even paler.

With just a single exchange, without even seeing the opponent, the Tang clan experts had been dealt severe injuries.

Even Chen Changsheng’s sea of consciousness had been severely shaken.

The shrill sword cries suddenly ceased as the storm of swords flew back to take up their positions around Chen Changsheng.

The attentive observer might notice that of the seven-hundred-some swords, several dozen had been broken.

The hundred-some swords at the very front were shuddering at high speeds, appearing both furious and confused.

Just what was that thing in the darkness?

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Deep within the darkness, a point of light appeared.

It was not a particularly bright point of light, even appearing somewhat dim, but everyone was stunned by it.

Everyone could sense that though this point of light seemed right in front of them, it was actually millions of li away.

If a point of light was visible from millions of li away, how bright would it be when it was right before the eyes?

While they thought of this question, the point of light was rapidly filling their vision, exploding with endless light.

This light was real, burning, blinding. Even the light of the Li Palace’s grand array seemed to dim in the face of this light!

A few priests from the Daoist Church of the Western Wastes covered their eyes and howled in pain. They collapsed on the ground and began to roll.