Fighter of the Destiny

All the swords agreed, including the sword that flew the highest, brightest and dazzling in the sky directly in front of the mausoleum, and was also the proudest. There was no objection, but the sword trembled slightly, He seemed a little contemptuous of the sword intention that came into his body, and didn't care about the origin of the other party.

Now that the Lishan Sword Intent has connected with Wanjian, what he needs to do is to use this Sword Intent to let the Ten Thousand Swords perform sword moves. Since it is the Lishan Sword Intent, of course he must use the Lishan Sword. Fa——Because of his marriage contract with Xu Yourong and many stories that happened in Kyoto, in the eyes of many people, there is an unsolvable grudge between the National Education Academy and the Lishan Sword Sect, and between him and the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God represented by Qiu Shanjun. But what's interesting is that what he knows the most is Lishan Sword Technique.

Because the master of Lishan swordsmanship has always been by his side, and because since he started practicing, all the talented opponents he encountered came from Lishan.

The Lishan Sword Sect is the mountain-holding sword of the southern sect. It has practiced swordsmanship for generations. It has created countless sets of sword techniques from ancient times to the present. There are more than 30,000 sword moves that are eligible to be included in the Lishan Sword Technique. , have been firmly remembered in his mind. Of course, it is impossible for him to master all the swordsmanship required for those sword moves in just one year, but now there is the one in the yellow paper umbrella. With the help of Lishan Sword Intent, he had no problem performing these Lishan Sword Techniques. The biggest problem was still his spiritual consciousness.

How many channels can his consciousness be divided into, and how many swords can he control to use those Lishan sword techniques?

In the clear sky after the rain, Nan Ke has his eyes closed, his face is pale, his black hair is flying, and the soul tree is shining brightly, driving the monster to attack the tomb, while preparing for the final blow. Looking at her, the black sea of ​​beasts behind her, and the two terrifying mountain-like beasts, Chen Changsheng also closed his eyes.

The more than 30,000 sword moves in the Lishan Sword Technique turned into real-life images at an incomprehensible speed, constantly passing through his sea of ​​consciousness.

There was a faint sound of friction around the mausoleum, and then a faint chirping sound could be heard, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, for several miles in an instant. It was impossible to determine the location, and naturally it was even more impossible to attack. The insidious and The powerful earth beast has arrived.

Chen Changsheng still had his eyes closed, and suddenly raised his right arm and pointed somewhere in front of the Shinto.

Following the direction of his finger, a dense and extremely sharp sword whistle sounded in the sky in front of the tomb.

One hundred swords pierced the air and flew away.

Caressing the willow and looking forward to returning! The mountain road has eighteen turns! Luo Jian! Tie Ma Shanqian!

These sword moves are all Shanmen swords of Lishan Sword Sect.

From the first stance to the last stance, each of these hundred swords used a hundred sword moves.

This is equivalent to a hundred Lishan Sword Sect disciples issuing sword moves at the same time.

Logically speaking, Chen Changsheng's true energy cannot be so abundant, but don't forget that those swords are burning their own lives, and this is their last battle. With his current level of cultivation and the extremely powerful Heaven-Shading Sword Intent, the power unleashed by these hundred swords at this time is simply not comparable to the sword moves issued by ordinary Lishan Sword Sect disciples. An inner disciple of the Sword Sect, even at the level of the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God!

What kind of power would there be if one hundred Liang Banhu, one hundred Qijian, or one hundred Guan Feibai fired their swords at the same time?

Even a strong man at the peak of Juxing can't stand up to its edge head-on. What about the upper-level monster of Juxing?

The sword light crisscrossed in front of the Shinto, and moved sharply, penetrating deeply into the ground in front of the Shinto. A mountain gate made of sword light stands in front of the Shinto! This mountain gate is majestic and solemn, as if it comes from Lishan!

A roar filled with anger and bewilderment rang out from the ground. Then, the ground rolled and cracked. The earth beast, with a streak of black blood, turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the outside of the mausoleum desperately. In one move, He was seriously injured!

One hundred swords did not pursue, but slowly rose and fell in the sky in front of Shinto.

The mountain gate is ethereal, as if in the clouds and mist.

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Where there are clouds and mist, there is moisture. The clouds that were chopped up by the sword's will slowly moved closer with the thoughts of nature, and rain fell in the sky again, but it was much subtler.

Nanke closed her eyes, and the rain wet her pale face.

The old man who played the piano fell down on the Shinto covered in blood and was already dead. Ningcui passed out and Hua Qiu also passed out. Only the powerful Demon General and his wife were still standing, holding a bent iron rod and a broken bottom. The iron pot stood under Nan Ke to protect her.

Looking at the mountain gate composed of a hundred swords on the Shinto, the couple looked solemn - the hundred swords arrived together, and the terrifying monster beast of the upper level of Juxing was instantly injured. Not to mention that the current realm was suppressed at the upper level of Tongyou, even if it recovered to With the powerful combat power outside Zhou Yuan, can he withstand this violent sword attack?

What shocked and puzzled them the most was how could Chen Changsheng's spiritual consciousness be so powerful that it could be divided into hundreds of paths and use a hundred swords to perform a hundred sword moves!

Has anything like this ever happened in this continent before?

The soul tree in front of Nan Ke was getting brighter and brighter, and the shadow in the sky was getting lower and lower, gradually reaching below her body.

The beast tide like a black ocean finally arrived around the mausoleum, spread up, and began to attack. Countless monster beasts roared and roared, leaping onto the huge rocks in the tomb and climbing quickly upwards. In a short time, the lower part of the mausoleum was submerged by the tide of beasts, and it became a mess. The crowded monster beasts kept surging, making it look a little disgusting.

The tomb is too big, and there are too many monsters everywhere. One hundred swords on the Shinto kept killing people, like a real mountain gate, but there was no way to stop the advancing momentum of the beast tide. Chen Changsheng still needs more swords, and those swords are in the sky around the mausoleum.

Standing in the drizzle on the edge of the stone platform, his face became a little pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Countless Lishan sword techniques were flashing through his sea of ​​consciousness. His consciousness, together with the sword intention, fell on the swords of all the swords through the yellow paper umbrella.

Ten Thousand Daos Divine Consciousness Ten Thousand Daos Swords.

Thousands of sword lights and thousands of roars.

Countless screams of swords resounded around the mausoleum, instantly overpowering the violent roars of the beast tide and occupying the entire grassland where the sun never sets.

Countless swords flew through the air, killing the beast tide!

The drizzle could not cover the setting sun on the edge of the grassland. The red and warm light emitted from the seemingly temperatureless light group fell on the swords.

Those swords seemed to be on fire, flying and moving around the tomb like golden crows.

The Golden Crow returns to Lishan!

This is a sword move.

A very powerful sword move.

Rub rub rub rub!

Countless dense cutting sounds sounded, and hundreds of monsters on the southwest side of the mausoleum were cut off by a golden sword rain!

Dozens of swords spread out in the sky to the north of the mausoleum, and the trails left by the swords were like a flower blooming.

Blooming flowers!

This is still a sword move.

Countless deep sword marks instantly appeared on the grassland ground.

The dozen or so dragon snakes that were rushing towards the mausoleum were broken every inch, and their flesh was twitching in the dirty blood.

There are also countless swords moving wildly through, fighting with the sharp minions of those monsters.

The blood of monster beasts mixed with the luster of the sword, spraying the world.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the sound of swords echoed over the sea of ​​grass.

The mausoleum looks like a huge fishing boat.

Three fishing songs.

This is still the Lishan sword technique.

Chen Changsheng's face became paler and paler, and his body trembled more and more violently.

But he held the yellow paper umbrella and stood in the light rain, never falling down, so the swords continued to fight.

Hundreds of swords came to the mountain-like mountain.

The mountain-mountain beast roared angrily, and the stone pillar in his hand struck the sword rain with unimaginable power.

There was a loud roar on the grassland.

As soon as the sword rain dispersed, it regrouped again and headed towards the overturned mountain to kill the general.

Mountain ghosts separate rocks.

The star hook crosses the day.

Luhua Lingwu.

These were the three moves Qi Jian used in succession according to Gou Hanshi's command during the battle with Tang Thirty-Six at the Ivy Banquet.

Today, Chen Changsheng used it to deal with this terrifying monster.

Hundreds of clear sword marks appeared on the mountain-like body of the beast!

Looking at this scene and the countless scenes around the mausoleum, the solemn look on the faces of Teng Xiaoming and Liu Waner disappeared, leaving only a pale look. They had seen countless strong men in the human army on the snowfield battlefield, and they had seen shocking scenes. They also saw too many magical things before Zhou Ling today.

But at this time, they were still shocked beyond words.

Teng Xiaoming looked slightly confused, looked at Chen Changsheng in the rain and murmured: How... is this possible?

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