A golden dragon appeared in the night sky. A dragon's roar tore through the night sky. A dragon's breath crushed the entire grassland.
Countless monsters prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling and not daring to move. Even the strongest and proudest Mountain Fangs were the same. Any monster that attempted to raise its head to look was immediately turned into a pool of blood. As for those flood serpents that had luckily survived the battle, their bodies twitched in fear, as if they would tear themselves into pieces and commit suicide at any moment to show their piety.
Because this was a dragon, a truly supreme existence that was even higher than the Golden-winged Great Peng. It was already close to a god.
The divine flames in the Golden-winged Great Peng's eyes were still violent, yet strangely silent. It looked at the huge Golden Dragon that flew out of the mausoleum and exploded with a powerful battle intent. It was born from light, so how could it be afraid of the dazzling light? Its life was used to challenge the authority of the Dragon and Phoenix, so how could it be afraid of the pressure emitted by the Golden Dragon? Moreover … the ten thousand swords forming a dragon, could it be a real dragon?
A ruthless roar resounded through the sky. The Golden-winged Great Peng whistled through the air towards the mausoleum. The entire sky above the grassland was shaken to the point that it somewhat deformed. As it stretched out its claws, several dozen li of the grassland seemed to be grabbed up by it! It wanted to use its claws that could tear apart the world to pierce through the head of the Golden Dragon!
The Golden Dragon formed from the ten thousand swords broke through the air. Its eyes were indifferent, proud and cold. The dragon's whiskers danced, completely shattering the lightning high up in the sky. It carried a supreme pressure and light, but miraculously, its dragon's breath also carried an extremely deep chill. In an instant, the sky around the mausoleum began to snow!
In that instant, the divine flames in the Golden-winged Great Peng's eyes suddenly flickered. It was because of the extreme chill from the dragon's breath, and also because it suddenly discovered a shocking fact — this dragon formed from ten thousand swords was actually a real dragon. Even more terrifying was that this sword dragon actually carried two kinds of dragon might! The Golden Dragon and the Black Frost Dragon! The strongest, noblest, and most divine dragons of the Dragon race, and at the same time, the two dragons that could not coexist with each other, were actually perfectly united in this sword dragon!
At this moment, this dragon formed from ten thousand swords was actually even stronger than the Golden Dragon and the Black Frost Dragon!
The Golden Dragon and the Golden-winged Roc met high in the sky and met again in the blizzard!
An angry and unwilling wail and a pained roar resounded in the sky!
The Golden-Winged Roc's right claw instantly shattered. The huge shadow cast in the sky was torn apart by the dragon formed by the ten thousand swords!
The Golden Dragon's body had also suffered a terrifying wound from the Roc's claws!
Tens of thousands of rays of light swayed uneasily. The blood of the golden-winged great peng flowed out crazily, turning into golden jade liquid that fell onto the grassland. It burned violently, burning thousands of demonic beasts to death. Then, it turned into a hurricane that wreaked havoc everywhere, lifting up countless amounts of earth.
The blizzard and the flowing fire danced wildly between heaven and earth, intertwining.
Gold roared and continued charging towards the Golden-Winged Roc. Its mouth was wide open as if it wanted to swallow the entire world!
A loud bang resounded!
Golden light shone brightly in the sky, and the night sky suddenly disappeared.
The plains in front of the mausoleum all sunk down by a layer, several dozen li in radius and a depth of over thirty meters.
Countless demonic beasts died there.
Grass and stones were crushed.
Even the cliffs at the highest point of the mausoleum collapsed into several pieces. With a rumble like thunder, they rolled into the grassland. Everywhere was the sound of air being torn apart, everywhere was the sound of space struggling to hold on, everywhere was the sound of violent divine might clashing, everywhere was the miserable howls of demonic beasts, until finally, there was a violent dragon's roar!
That dragon's roar was so clear and distant, as if it came from ancient times, but also as if it was new. It was incomparably proud and tyrannical!
The ten thousand swords turned into a dragon, swallowing the world and eating the Golden-winged Roc!
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After an unknown amount of time, the blizzard gradually thinned. Snowflakes slowly floated down, and the violent and chaotic sounds also gradually disappeared. The grassland finally recovered some peace. The tens of thousands of demonic beasts that had survived looked up with fear and unease. They only saw that the sky was clear. Although it was snowing, there were no snow clouds. The shadow that had covered the sky for a very long time had also disappeared.
A very small black dot floated down from the sky, just like a falling leaf. Only after a very long time did the black dot land on the ground, giving off a light clap. Compared to the violent movements from the great battle earlier, it was extremely difficult to notice.
The one who fell from the sky was Nanke. She landed heavily on the ground and spat out a lot of blood. The place where she landed was right in front of the mausoleum, right at the beginning of the divine path.
Chen Changsheng looked at her. It was not intentional, but he naturally looked down on her.
He knew that after defeating the Golden-winged Roc, the ten thousand swords were already broken and exhausted, but there were some things that needed to be finished.
He raised his arm, pointed at Nanke below the divine path, and silently said in his heart, "Go."
The sky above the mausoleum suddenly lit up again. Under the lead of the dagger, the ten thousand swords turned around and pierced towards Nanke.
It was still a dragon, but its color was slightly fainter than before.
The Demon General couple stood in front of Nanke. They looked at each other, and saw the determination and apology in each other's eyes. In reality, when the Sword Pool had appeared and the ten thousand swords were in the air around Chen Changsheng, they had looked at each other. At that time, there was only apology and determination in their eyes. At that moment, they vaguely knew that the Military Advisor's plan for the Garden of Zhou had completely failed. No matter how good the Military Advisor was, no matter how powerful Princess Nanke was, no matter what hidden tricks she had, they were all unable to deal with the endless fortuitous encounters of this human youth.
It was not the fault of battle, but fate.
They felt that Chen Changsheng's fate was too good.
The determination in their eyes when they looked at each other was because at this moment, they had to break through. Only by recovering their true strength could they find a chance. However, in the Garden of Zhou, once they recovered their cultivation, it meant death.
The ten thousand swords were like a dragon, descending from the sky to the ground.
They stood in front of Nanke, and their Qi suddenly increased. In an instant, they became incomparably terrifying, like real mountains.
This was the strength of the peak of Star Condensation, even though they were not called this in Xuelao City.
Black armor covered their bodies. From this moment onwards, they were no longer a normal middle-aged couple. They were no longer Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan 'er, but the 23rd and 24th Demon Generals.
The ten thousand swords had arrived, and were slashing towards Nanke.
The Demon General couple stood in front of Nanke.
The dragon's head spewed out a dragon's breath, bringing with it endless light.
In this light, nothing could be seen or seen. Only sound could be heard.
Countless concentrated hissing sounds could be heard. Those were the sounds of swords and armor, metal rods and pots rubbing against each other.
The so-called dragon's breath was the sharpness of the sword.
After an unknown amount of time, the golden dragon let out a long roar with an incomprehensible meaning. It completed its attack, then turned around and returned to the mausoleum.
Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan 'er stood in front of Nanke, quietly looking at each other.
The black armor on their bodies was already broken, and their bodies that were as tough as stone were covered in sword slashes.
Teng Xiaoming looked at her and calmly said, "I'm sorry, I can't accompany you back to your hometown to farm and watch the sunset."
Liu Wan 'er said, "The one who should be sorry is me. If I didn't have to return to my hometown, we would still be at the front lines, and not be killed by a dragon for no reason."
Teng Xiaoming did not say anything.
Liu Wan 'er said, "The sunset in my hometown is much more beautiful than the sun here, but if you look at it too long, you'll get tired of it."
Teng Xiaoming said, "Yes, the scene of the ten thousand swords transforming into a dragon was very beautiful."
As they spoke, several bolts of lightning descended from the sky.
In order to help Nanke block the violent attack of the ten thousand swords forming a dragon, the Demon General couple simultaneously raised their cultivation to the peak of Star Condensation. The laws of the Garden of Zhou reacted, and naturally began to attack. They did not dodge, because they were already dead. In order to block the ten thousand swords forming a dragon, they had used the Great Art of Disintegration, so they were destined to die.
The heavenly lightning continued to descend, which seemed rather stupid.
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The ten thousand swords returned to the mausoleum. In the light, Chen Changsheng extended his hand and grasped the dagger.
However, the ten thousand swords did not disperse. Instead, they continued to surge towards him, as if they wanted to kill him.
Countless sword howls rang out, and they arrived in an unending stream.
He subconsciously closed his eyes.
After a while, the sword howls disappeared. There was silence.
When he opened his eyes, the ten thousand swords had already disappeared.
Only the dagger was still grasped in his hand.
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(Thank you, everyone, for suppressing your impulse and anger to read the following plot two days ago and not scolding me. Old readers all know that when I write the climax, I'm used to writing it all in one breath. I'm even more anxious than the readers, and I want to get that scene out. It's just that now is not the same as before. Especially with the end of the year approaching, I have to make many preparations. I'm a middle-aged man, so I can't do anything about it. Like the scene where the ten thousand swords return to one, it was definitely written by someone before, but when I wrote it, I still felt that it was very cool. I just requested that it must return to silence at the end. As for the part about the Demon General couple, it was actually a bit out of the ordinary, but after thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't bear to delete it. This was because when I first wrote it, I was prepared to use the two of them to admire life. Even if they like to eat human flesh, this is still their life. I'll say a few more words, and I'll sigh with regret. It's getting harder and harder to make characters in novels. Of course, in the end, it's still a problem of one's own ability. Tomorrow is Monday, so I'll have to trouble everyone to vote for me. In addition, I'll also have to trouble everyone to vote for my free work from the Golden Keyboard. Thank you.)
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