Chen Changsheng did not enter the Green Leaf World, nor did he enter the Garden of Zhou.
He was not sure if the Angel could see through the laws of space like the Demon Lord had.
Until the last moment, he would not make such a choice.
So in this perilous situation, what should he do?
He did something unexpected.
He closed his eyes.
This was not disdain.
Nor was it surrender.
This only represented his focus and his attempt to find a way out of this situation.
The Angel's figure was outside the rain of swords, its spear of light thrusting at him.
He knew that this was not the real scene.
In this real scene, which could not be determined by sight, the Angel had been moving this entire time.
One moment, it was in the depths of the darkness, the next moment, it was at the weakest point of the sword array, and then it was back to its original position.
In this extremely short period of time, the Angel had launched countless attacks at the sword array in the night sky.
But it was too fast, like a lightless lightning bolt. It was impossible to sense its movements with the naked eye.
Chen Changsheng's eyes also could not keep up with its speed, so he could only rely on the sword array to block and sense.
In this situation, it was simply impossible to determine the Angel's position.
Thus, the methods he had prepared for this Angel — those Heavenly Tome Monoliths transformed into stone pearls — naturally could not touch its body.
This being the case, he simply closed his eyes, no longer attempting to use his eyes to track its movements. Instead, he spread out his spiritual sense.
The spiritual sense he spread out into the darkness was like a net.
He still could not determine the Angel's position, but he could already clearly sense the traces it left behind as it moved through the net of spiritual sense.
The rays of light that were perfectly straight yet could suddenly turn were so eye-catching.
Chen Changsheng closed his eyes and slightly lowered his head, both hands gripping his sword. He waited for those traces to gradually show some sort of pattern, or perhaps slow down a little.
The blind zither player guessed at what he wanted to do. He slightly tilted his head, the broken zither strings trembling along with his bloody fingers drifting out of the sword array. They were like countless thin snakes in the air, attempting to block those rays of light and slow down the Angel.
Alas, there was an insurmountable gap in their cultivation levels.
The Angel indifferently stood outside the rain of swords, countless rays of light flickering and then extinguishing.
No matter how serene and powerful Chen Changsheng's spiritual sense was, it could not truly bind it.
And the zither player's zither strings could not catch up to its figure.
In battle, he was the true light and lightning.
The spears of light endlessly stabbed at the South Stream Temple sword array.
Chen Chang Sheng's face gradually paled. His sea of consciousness was shaken. He had already suffered a serious internal injury.
However, he still didn't give up, because it was obvious that the power transmitted by each spear of light was much weaker.
— — the reason why his power was reduced was because he wanted to pursue the pinnacle of speed.
The Angel had chosen very carefully.
He was cautious because he was vigilant.
This also meant that Chen Chang Sheng's response was reasonable.
But it was still a pity.
Unfortunately, the content was the same as before.
The difference in their cultivation levels was too great.
Hundreds of rays of light flickered in and out of the night sky, like stars blinking behind a thin layer of clouds.
In this brief span of time, the Angel's spear of light had stabbed at the rain of swords four-hundred-some times.
At the same time, the spear tip that had traversed through the void and arrived in front of Chen Chang Sheng, which was blocked by his sword horizontally, advanced towards his eyes by more than half a foot.
Countless swords were sent flying, letting out angry, unwilling, and helpless cries.
The spear of light seemed slow, but it was actually unstoppable as it broke through the depths of the rain of swords.
It looked like a great river bursting out of a mountain.
It was also like a beautiful light bursting out of the clouds.
The South Stream Temple sword array was about to break.
Chen Chang Sheng and the blind zither player were about to die.
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Suddenly.
An even more beautiful light appeared in the darkness.
It was a flame from ancient times that seemed capable of burning all things.
Even the darkness and the light of the Sacred Light Angels could become its fuel.
Soon after, a sword glow like the Milky Way reflected in everyone's eyes.
If the Angel's spear of light was a great river bursting out of a mountain.
Then this sword glow was the Milky Way descending from the sky.
The calm surface of the water reflected the golden flame, shining with countless dazzling rays of light.
Countless sparks suddenly appeared in the night sky and then flowed down to the ground.
If one looked carefully, one could see that these sparks formed a straight line when joined together.
A battle was progressing at a speed that the naked eye could not follow.
These sparks were the marks left behind by this battle.
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Outside the rain of swords, the Angel's figure vanished.
The spear tip in front of Chen Chang Sheng also vanished.
The countless sparks in the night sky were like fireworks, so beautiful that they moved the soul.
What truly moved the soul was that this proved that the Angel had been forced to reveal its true position and then began to fight.
Who did that sword glow imbued with boundless light belong to?
What sort of flame could ignite the darkness?
And who on the continent could keep up with the Angel's speed?
Chen Chang Sheng did not need to analyze this.
In truth, the moment he sensed that light, he knew all the answers.
That light was so bright that even the Angel's figure seemed somewhat dim, and that spear of light had become a metal rod.
Only one sword style in the world could shine with such light.
Only Chen Chang Sheng had ever truly seen this sword style.
This was the true strongest sword style of South Stream Temple, perhaps even the strongest sword style of the entire continent.
The Sword of Great Light.
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The only person that could use the Sword of Great Light was Xu Yourong.
Only she possessed a speed not inferior to the Angel, possessed the true flame of the Heavenly Phoenix that could burn the darkness.
Of the experts below the Divine Domain, only she could force the Angel to reveal its true form.
Xiao De could not, Xiao Zhang could not, Liang Wangsun could, but the blind zither player could not.
From this, Xu Yourong truly lived up to the name of the Heavenly Phoenix.
Her appearance had abruptly changed the situation, but it was still not enough to alter the final result.
The Sword of Great Light truly was ridiculously powerful, but it was still unable to surmount the gap between cultivation levels.
Not everyone could be like Wang Po, comprehending the blade for ten-some days under the ginkgo tree and then cleaving open the world with a single slash of his blade on the Luo River.
An indescribable pressure descended from the sky, like a real mountain.
The Angel might not have been able to break the Sword of Great Light, but it could use the laws of the world to suppress it.
The light suddenly became much dimmer.
The yellow sand madly danced, the fierce winds howled, and the terrifying Qi of energy seemed almost tangible.
In the sandstorm, one could faintly make out a white-clothed girl drifting backward, like a white flower leaving a branch.
At this crucial moment, Chen Chang Sheng still had his eyes closed.
His spiritual sense had been following the Angel this entire time. Countless complicated lines gradually filled the picture, transforming it into a lake.
The entire courtyard was in this lake.
When Xu Yourong's Sword of Great Light descended, he sensed it.
He sensed the position of the Angel.
All the snowy plains began to burn.
All his true essence was madly poured out.
A moment ago, he was in the rain of swords.
A moment later, he was in front of the Angel.
Then, he thrust his sword forward. (To be continued.)
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