All the swords agreed, including the sword that flew the highest in the sky in front of the mausoleum. It was the brightest sword that was so dazzling that it was also the proudest. It did not object, but that sword trembled and hummed. It seemed to be somewhat contemptuous of the sword intent that had entered its body, and did not care about its origins at all.
Right now, the Mount Li sword intent had already connected the ten thousand swords. What he needed to do was use this sword intent to make the ten thousand swords display sword moves. Since it was the Mount Li sword intent, he obviously had to display the Mount Li sword style — because of his engagement with Xu You Rong and the many things that had happened in the capital, in the eyes of many people, the Orthodox Academy and the Mount Li Sword Sect, as well as him and the Divine State's Seven Laws represented by Qiushan Jun, had an unresolvable grudge. However, what was interesting was that what he knew the most was the Mount Li sword style.
This was because the secrets of the Mount Li sword style had always been by his side, and also because ever since he started cultivating, the genius opponents he encountered all came from Mount Li.
The Mount Li Sword Sect was the sword that guarded the mountain of the southern sects. They had cultivated the path of the sword for generations, and had created countless sword styles since ancient times. There were over thirty thousand sword moves that had the qualifications to be recorded in the secrets of the Mount Li sword style, and he had already firmly memorized them in his mind. Of course, it was impossible for him to completely grasp the sword intents needed for those sword moves in a short year, but now, with the assistance of the Mount Li sword intent in the Yellow Paper Umbrella, he had no problems using the Mount Li sword style. The greatest problem was still his spiritual sense.
How many strands of his spiritual sense could he split into? How many swords could he control to use the Mount Li sword style?
In the sky that had just cleared up after the rain, Nanke closed her eyes. Her small face was pale, and her black hair danced in the wind. The Soul Wood glowed brightly, urging the monsters to attack the mausoleum. At the same time, she was preparing for the final attack. Looking at her and the black sea of monsters behind her, as well as the two terrifying beasts that were like mountains, Chen Changsheng also closed his eyes.
The thirty thousand sword moves in the secrets of the Mount Li sword style, with an incomprehensible speed, seemed to become real images, constantly flashing through his sea of consciousness.
Around the mausoleum, there was a series of faint scraping sounds, and then he could faintly hear squeaking sounds. Sometimes it was to the east, sometimes it was to the west, and in an instant, it was several li away. It was impossible to determine the location, so it was naturally even more impossible to attack. The sinister and powerful Earth Monkey had come.
Chen Chang Sheng's eyes were still closed, but he suddenly raised his right arm and pointed towards a certain direction on the divine avenue.
Following the direction of his finger, the sky in front of the mausoleum resounded with a concentrated and extremely sharp whistle of swords.
One hundred swords pierced through the air.
Touching the willow and longing for its return! The Eighteen Bends of the Mountain Road! Falling Stream! In front of Mount Tied Horse!
These sword techniques were the Mountain Gate Swords of the Mount Li Sword Sect.
From the first style to the last style, these one hundred swords actually used one hundred sword moves.
This was equivalent to a hundred Mount Li Sword Sect disciples simultaneously unleashing their sword techniques.
Logically speaking, Chen Chang Sheng's True Essence shouldn't be this abundant, but it shouldn't be forgotten that these swords were burning their own lives; this was their final battle. With his current level of cultivation and the extremely powerful Heaven Shrouding Sword Intent, the power of these one hundred swords was not something a normal Mount Li Sword Sect disciple could compare to. It was the level of an inner disciple of Mount Li Sword Sect, or even the Divine State's Seven Laws!
A hundred Liang Banhu, a hundred Qi Jians, or in other words, a hundred Guan Feibais attacking at the same time, what kind of power would it have?
Even a peak Star Condensation expert would not be able to directly resist its edge, so what about an upper level Star Condensation monster?
The sword glows crisscrossed in front of the divine avenue, swift and fierce, penetrating deeply into the ground in front of the divine avenue. A mountain gate formed from sword glows stood towering in front of the divine avenue! This mountain gate was majestic and magnificent, solemn and divine, as if it came from Mount Li!
A roar filled with anger and frustration resounded from underground. Immediately after, the ground roiled and split open. The Earth Monkey turned into a stream of light with a trail of black blood, rushing towards the periphery of the mausoleum with all its might. It had actually been heavily injured in a single move!
The one hundred swords did not pursue. They slowly drifted up and down in the sky in front of the divine avenue.
The mountain gate was faintly discernible, as if it was in the clouds.
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If there were clouds, there would be moisture. The dark clouds that had been sliced apart by the sword intent slowly drew closer, following the will of nature. Rain once again fell from the sky, although it was much finer.
Nanke's eyes were closed, and the rain drenched her pale face.
The zither-playing old man collapsed on the divine avenue, covered in blood. He was already dead. Ning Cui had fainted, and Hua Qiu had also fainted. Only the powerful Demon General couple were still standing. They held a bent metal rod and a broken iron pot, standing below Nanke, protecting her.
Looking at the mountain gate formed from the one hundred swords on the divine avenue, the couple's expressions were grave — with the arrival of the one hundred swords, a terrifying upper level Star Condensation monster was instantly injured. Let alone the fact that their cultivation was suppressed to the upper level of Ethereal Opening, even if they recovered their powerful battle prowess from outside the Garden of Zhou, would they be able to withstand this round of berserk sword attacks?
What shocked and confused them the most was how could Chen Changsheng's spiritual sense be so powerful? It could actually split into one hundred strands, and use one hundred swords to use one hundred sword techniques!
Had something like this ever happened on this continent before?
The Soul Wood in front of Nanke grew brighter and brighter. The shadow in the sky grew lower and lower, gradually descending below her.
The monster tide that was like a black ocean finally arrived around the mausoleum. It spread upwards and began to attack. Countless monsters howled and bellowed. They leapt onto the huge rocks of the mausoleum and quickly climbed upwards. In a very short amount of time, the lower half of the mausoleum was submerged by the monster tide. It was a scene of chaos. The squeezed monsters constantly surged about, and it seemed rather disgusting.
The mausoleum was just too big, and the number of monsters was just too many. They were everywhere. The one hundred swords on the divine avenue unceasingly slashed and killed, just like a real mountain gate, but it could not stop the advancement of the monster tide. Chen Changsheng still needed even more swords, and those swords were in the sky around the mausoleum.
Standing at the edge of the stone platform in the drizzle, his face became somewhat pale. His eyes were tightly closed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
Countless moves of the Mount Li Sword Style were constantly flashing through his sea of consciousness. His spiritual sense and the strand of sword intent passed through the Yellow Paper Umbrella and landed on the bodies of all the swords.
Ten thousand strands of spiritual sense, ten thousand swords.
Ten thousand sword glows, ten thousand howls.
Countless mournful howls of swords resounded in the surroundings of the mausoleum, instantly suppressing the violent roars of the monster tide and occupying the entire Plains of the Unsetting Sun.
Countless swords flew through the air, killing towards the monster tide!
The drizzle could not cover up the setting sun at the edge of the plains. The ball of light that did not seem to have any temperature emitted a warm red light that landed on the bodies of those swords.
Those swords seemed like they were about to ignite. They danced around the mausoleum, passing through it like Golden Crows.
Golden Crows Return to Mount Li!
This was a sword move.
An extremely powerful sword move.
Swish swish swish swish!
Countless concentrated sounds of slicing rang out. Several hundred monsters on the southwest side of the mausoleum were chopped in half by the golden rain of swords!
Several dozen swords scattered in the sky to the north of the mausoleum. The sword energy they left behind was like a flower blooming in full bloom.
Flourishing Flowers!
This was still a sword move.
On the ground of the plains, countless deep sword slashes appeared in an instant.
The dozen or so flood serpents that were currently surging towards the mausoleum were sliced apart inch by inch. The lump of flesh constantly twitched in the tainted blood.
There were also countless swords violently piercing through, fighting against the sharp claws and teeth of the monsters.
The blood of the monsters mixed with the luster of the swords, spraying this world.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the cries of swords resounded in the sea of grass.
The mausoleum was like a huge fishing boat.
Three Chants of the Fisherman's Song.
This was still the Mount Li Sword Style.
Chen Changsheng's face became paler and paler, and his body trembled more and more violently.
However, he held the Yellow Paper Umbrella and stood in the drizzle. He did not fall from beginning to end. As a result, those swords continued to fight.
Several hundred swords arrived in front of the Mountain-toppling Fiend that was like a mountain.
The Mountain-toppling Fiend let out an angry howl. The stone pillar in its hand, with an unimaginable power, smashed towards the rain of swords.
An explosive roar resounded through the plains.
The rain of swords fell slightly, then reformed once again and charged towards the Mountain-toppling Fiend.
Mountain Spirit Splits the Cliff.
Star Hook Traversing the Day.
Dew Flower Leaves Stalwart.
These were the three moves that Qi Jian had used consecutively in the battle against Tang Thirty-Six in the Ivy League gathering under Gou Hanshi's command.
Today, Chen Changsheng had used them to deal with this terrifying monster.
On the mountain-like body of the Mountain-toppling Fiend, several hundred clear sword slashes appeared!
Looking at this scene, looking at the countless scenes around the mausoleum, the grave expressions on the faces of Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan 'er had already disappeared. All that remained was a patch of paleness. On the battlefield of the snowy plains, it was unknown how many experts of the human army they had seen. They had seen even more shocking scenes. Today, in front of the Mausoleum of Zhou, they had also seen far too many miraculous things.
But at this moment, they were still shocked speechless.
Teng Xiaoming's expression was slightly perplexed. Looking at Chen Changsheng in the rain, he muttered, "This … how is this possible?"
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(Tired. I'll have to trouble everyone to vote for free golden keyboard works and recommendation tickets. Everyone has worked hard. See you tomorrow.)
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