Those seven hundred swords were once famous swords in the world.

Their former masters were peerless strongmen who dared to go straight into the magic realm.

In their eyes, what is Netherworld?

The wind and rain swords did not stop attacking and continued to fall.

Only this time, the sword was no longer as violent as before, but more dignified.

The positions of the swords are more determined and the connections are closer.

Because at the same time they shredded the nether seventeen armor, the sunset sword in the devil's hand was also cut off.

More than ten swords at the forefront issued an angry scream, flew away obliquely, and several swords were disconnected from it with a wailing noise.

Since leaving Zhouyuan, Chen Changsheng's sword was broken for the first time, except for meeting the former demon king in Xueling.

These swords were already closely connected with his consciousness and could not be separated. His mind was affected and his face became pale.

So he changed the sword, and let the wind and rain swords form the Nanxizhai sword array.

No matter how powerful the sunset sword is, it can't break the sword array, where can the devil go?

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Watching hundreds of swords destroy the nether seventeen armor like a rainstorm, the devil's expression did not change.

But looking at the sword array that subsequently appeared in the sky, his eyes finally showed a shock.

On the observation platform, Chen Changsheng defeated him with this sword technique.

Now he naturally knows that this is the rumored Nanxizhai sword formation.

Without the help of sacred power beyond the secular realm, the devil really has no way to break this sword formation.

But there was still no fear in his eyes.

The sunset sword really fell down, chopping those invisible piano sounds, but did not touch the seven hundred swords that would fall in the sky like a rainstorm.

Because this sword of the devil is not directed towards Chen Changsheng, nor is it directed towards this Nanxizhai sword formation.

From the very beginning, he never thought of confronting Chen Changsheng, let alone the sword.

Even if he is as proud as he is, he does not have the confidence to compete with Chen Changsheng in Kendo.

Those swords that were shocked and cut off were defeated by the sunset sword only after the Nether Armor was forcibly broken.

In fact, his sword was cut to the ground.

The sunset sword landed on the ground.

A setting sun sank into the horizon.

The night came.

This is the painting of the night.

The figure of the devil retreated into the night.

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When the sunset sinks into the West Sea, the night will cover the entire continent. But the night at this time was not real, and even the entire courtyard could not be fully occupied. Under the attack of the bright forces of the Great Palace, they were constantly retreating.

Chen Changsheng knew that the devil did not leave, but retreated to a deeper place.

But he did not chase because he needed to preside over the formation, and because he always had a deep vigilance in his heart.

The blind piano master did not chase, but the idea is obviously different from Chen Changsheng.

Skinny fingers landed on the strings and a buzzing sounded.

The tone is the signal.

He and Chen Changsheng's attack succeeded in holding the demon king for a moment.

Or just a blink of an eye, but it was enough for the little girl selling fat powder and the rest to react.

Countless powder or white fat powder, as if no money was spilled into the courtyard.

The fortune-teller and the merchant stand in the sky full of fat powder, using this as a barrier, deductively deducing the expression of the copper coins and the sand table.

The six bureaucrats threw the chains on their shoulders towards the courtyard.

The night was invisible and invisible, so it was just crossed by six iron ropes, then pulled up and gradually tightened, as if it had become a real black cloth.

The two old people who sold hemp sugar, lifted the front of the gown, looked a step forward, sinking and kneeling, punching straight out!

Among the five kinds of people, these two old people selling hemp sugar are the most silent and low-key, but the skills are the most profound.

They are descendants of the royal family, and they practice the most authentic Japanese burning tactics.

Two loud bangs, countless dazzling ray of sunlight, shot from those two steady and impeccable fists.

There were two deep depressions in the taut night.

A bitter creak sounded.

That is the sound of real space distortion, about to burst.

Sure enough, they are the strongmen of the Tangshui family in Wenshui. With their joint efforts, they can tear apart this night of the devil!

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Before the great light of the Great Palace left, the night in the courtyard receded back, but could not retreat, and it was about to collapse.

The strongmen of the Tang family in Wenshui have already entered the compound.

Chen Changsheng's sword finally moved, and entered the night.

Suddenly, he heard a crisp sound of Jinshi.

This sound comes from the front sword.

Then he felt an unimaginable force and an extremely hard thing that didn't seem to be all in the world.

A strong alert appeared in his eyes.

He was prepared in advance, and after the previous conversation with the devil, he was extremely vigilant.

But he did not expect that the other party appeared so suddenly, without any warning.

The strongmen of the Wenshui Tang family are about to enter the night.

Especially those two old people who sell hemp sugar.

"Retreat!"

The blind piano player heard Chen Changsheng's cry.

He didn't understand it, because it was convenient for him to tear open the night, and successfully killed the devil, why did he want to retreat.

But he knew that something must happen, and he did not hesitate to turn it into a smoky sweep.

The two old people selling hemp sugar also heard Chen Changsheng's shouts, but it was too late to retreat.

In the original arrangement, their burning sun tactic was the most critical means of killing the devil, so they were closest to the night.

A force of terror swallowed the rays of the blazing sun on their fists like floods, and then struck their bodies.

That power is so pure, but so horrible, as if from the kingdom of God, even preventing them from having the courage to resist.

After Chen Changsheng shouted that sound, he swept forward.

He used the true meaning of burning a sword, and he displayed Ye Shibu, which was as fast as lightning, and came to the night before an instant.

At the critical moment when the flood-like power was about to be implemented on the two old men, his sword array fell down first.

In the tremendous sound of swords, he reached out and grabbed the shoulders of the two old men, and quickly backed away.

That invisible and terrifying force permeated all parts of the courtyard, even the finest dust, as if it had the weight of a mountain.

In the process of retreat, two lines of blood squirted from the lips of the old man selling hemp sugar, wet the front of the gown.

Chen Changsheng fell to the ground, his body shook slightly, and his face became paler.

It was just a face-to-face meeting, and he didn't even see his opponent. The Tang strong man was seriously injured.

Even Chen Changsheng's knowledge of the sea has been severely shaken.

The bleak Jianming suddenly disappeared, and the wind and rain swarmed back into the air, quietly hovering around him.

If someone looks carefully, or can find at this time, the first seven hundred swords have already damaged dozens of them.

More than one hundred swords at the forefront were shaking at high speed, and they looked extremely angry and a little confused.

What is there in the night?

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In the deep night, a light spot appeared.

The light spot was not particularly bright, or even dim, but it was shocking.

Because everyone has a feeling, this light spot seems to be in front of it, but it is actually millions of miles away.

How bright is the spot that can be seen millions of miles away if it is in front of your eyes?

When people think of this problem, the light spot grows rapidly in their field of vision, emitting endless light.

Those lights are so real, so blazing, so dazzling, even the light in the Great Palace of the Palace is taken away from the brightness!

Some priests of the Xihuang Dao Temple, covering their eyes, made a painful cry and fell to the ground to start rolling.

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