Nanke's pupils constricted as she gazed at the several thousand swords in the night sky.
To use one's spiritual sense to simultaneously control several thousand swords was already an incredible feat, let alone simultaneously using several thousand different sword styles …
How had Chen Changsheng done it?
At this moment, she finally confirmed that even if Chen Changsheng did not have these swords or any other tricks, just his spiritual sense, true essence, and cultivation in the path of the sword were enough to defeat her. If she did not possess the fastest speed in the world, she might not even have a chance in a direct battle with Chen Changsheng.
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The Demon Lord was the strongest opponent Chen Changsheng had ever encountered in his life. Against such an enemy, he naturally had to use his strongest moves.
The swords in the night sky were the highest level of his sword path, the most complete display.
Some of the old swords that had returned to freedom with him from the Sword Pool of the Garden of Zhou had been sent back to their sects, while others had been given to his friends. For example, Xuanyuan Po had obtained the Mountain Sea Sword, Zhexiu had taken the Demon Commander's Banner Sword, Su Moyu and Mo Yu had also obtained something, and many swords had been hidden by Tang Thirty-Six in the Orthodox Academy. He had not taken them away when he left the capital. Besides those old swords that were too old and needed to be nourished by sword intent, he still had around three thousand swords that could fight with him.
These swords had been in the Vault Sheath for many years, accompanying him day and night, their minds connected. They were as sharp as ever, their might even greater than before.
Tonight, the swords reflected the light and scenery in the darkness, silently forming a dragon. They arrived one after the other, yet they were all the same. Their sword intents were equally awe-inspiring, but their sword techniques were all exquisite and extremely difficult to deal with. If Zhu Ye, Ning Shiwei, and those several hundred experts and soldiers were still by the lake, they would definitely have been routed in a single blow.
The three thousand swords pierced through the air, seeming to paint the ten thousand golden scales in the river in the night.
The Demon Lord once more revealed a look of admiration as he sighed, "The sword is like the person. If you can break into the Divine in the future, just how magnificent and magnificent will this sword dragon be?"
Sighing was regret, regret that such a magnificent and magnificent sight would never appear, because Chen Changsheng would become his food tonight.
Admiration was looking down from a higher position, the evaluation and expectation of a virtuous predecessor for a descendant. It was because of calmness.
The three thousand swords were all different. A single zither note from the Demon Lord was enough to easily break through them.
His slender and steady fingers gently plucked the strings, emitting a crisp sound.
Tonight, the sound of the zither had already resounded several times. Previously, when Chen Chang Sheng's sword array was broken for the first time, it had also resounded.
But those were all scattered and fragmented notes that could not form a song. It was more like a prelude or interlude.
At this time, the sound of the zither finally became continuous, turning into a song.
The song the Demon Lord played was a song to the delight of the autumn wind.
What the autumn wind liked were the fallen leaves. The sound of the zither was even clearer than before, blowing in all directions in the night. It was like the autumn mountains, but also naturally scattered, like the fallen leaves themselves.
The zither music was released to its heart's content. It was indescribably bleak and austere as it welcomed the sword dragon that was tearing through the night sky.
Just like before, the shattered and bright sparks scattered everywhere, illuminating the world and making the sword dragon that spanned between heaven and earth even clearer.
The three thousand swords began to tremble violently. Some of them could not withstand the damage from the zither music and fell down. Some of them could not withstand the force of the autumn wind and flew to the side.
The fierce winds stirred and the zither music suddenly fell into disarray. The sword dragon slightly scattered, as if its scales had been stripped off by an invisible force. Occasionally, a sword would leave.
Those swords that were still persisting began to tremble even more fiercely. Some of the weaker swords had even begun to crack.
Based on the current situation, before Chen Chang Sheng's three thousand swords could reach them, they would be destroyed by the zither music.
But for some reason, the Demon Lord's expression suddenly became rather grave.
This was the first time he had revealed a sense of wariness tonight.
At this moment, the sword dragon formed from the three thousand swords was constantly spitting out sparks in the night sky.
He was looking at a certain place.
That place was very unremarkable, and the sparks produced by the collision of the zither music and the swords were also very small. However, when they landed in his eyes, they seemed to burn slightly.
The trajectory of the sparks had deviated by an extremely small amount from its original trajectory.
This deviation was extremely small, almost indiscernible. An ordinary person, perhaps even Chen Chang Sheng himself, would never have been able to see it, but it could not escape the Demon Lord's gaze.
The Demon Lord's indifferent gaze could see through the supreme principles of this world.
The deviation in the trajectory of the sparks signified that the space in that place had slightly deformed.
The distortion of space was because there was an extremely heavy object hidden behind that spark.
Everyone knew that the sparks were the friction between the zither music and the swords.
Logically speaking, an object that could deform space had to be extremely large, like the entirety of Mount Han.
But for that object to be able to hide behind the sparks, it had to be extremely small.
Just what object in the world could be so small and yet so heavy?
Perhaps this was Chen Chang Sheng's true trump card that he had been hiding?
The Demon Lord suddenly waved his hand.
The zither strings snapped.
The sound disorderly exploded.
The ancient zither was instantly destroyed, transforming into countless splinters and broken threads.
Those splinters and threads, together with the shattering zither music, shot into the night sky.
Countless clear, ear-piercing, or heavy collisions resounded.
The sword dragon in the night sky sputtered even more sparks and then gradually dispersed.
Before the sword techniques contained within the three thousand swords could be used, they had been broken by the Demon Lord!
The sparks filling the sky seemed to encounter autumn, withering in a few seconds. The scene in the night sky became clear, and some objects could no longer conceal themselves.
A very small stone pearl was flying through the darkness towards the Demon Lord. This stone pearl flew very slowly, giving off a very heavy feeling, as if it was being pulled by an invisible force. At the same time, it was pulling at the surrounding world, causing the nearby space to slightly deform.
The Demon Lord had a rather strange expression as he said, "The Garden of Zhou really did fall into your hands."
These words were naturally meant for Chen Chang Sheng.
Then, he raised his right hand and pointed at the small stone pearl.
Tonight, he raised his hand for the first time, catching the Heavenly Tome Monolith and then smashing Hai Di into a distant snowy peak.
The second time he raised his hand, he grabbed the Black Dragon high in the night sky and threw it even further into the horizon.
At this moment, he raised his hand for the third time, his expression even more solemn than the first two times.
His movements were very subtle, like he was plucking clouds, but also very grand, like he was plucking stars.
With his movements, the stone pearl slowly came to a stop.
At the same time, his seal floated off his belt and into the night sky.
The seal and the stone pearl quietly stared at each other, in a standoff, slightly vibrating and buzzing.
The berserk Qis deep within them gradually calmed down.
It was like the reunion of old friends, but also like the meeting of enemies, each with their own thoughts. They were silent.
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(Yesterday, I posted on my official WeChat a concept video for the television series Choosing the Heavens. It was very short and not real, but there was a real person in it ~)
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