Chapter 1026: Trial Sword (Part 2)

Bianhonghong once put the pictures of that sacred battle into Chen Changsheng's mind.
The language of the Holy Light Continent is somewhat similar to the Dragon language.
When he was reciting the last volume of Tao Yuan's Master Fu in an old temple in Xining Town when he was a child, he once learned how to read those words with Master.
In the cave at the bottom of Beixin Bridge, he even learned the dragon language with the little black dragon for a long time.
The devil can understand the language of the Holy Angel, and he can understand some.
Although it may not be very precise, he knew that what the Holy Light Angel said to himself did not mean the fire thief.
That sentence or the meaning of that syllable should be a descendant of light or a heir to light.
What does it mean?
Chen Changsheng didn't understand.
The emotional changes in the eyes of the Holy Light Angel, those cold, stern, and terrible, are not necessarily attitudes towards him, but more like some kind of vigilance.
Suddenly, the angel of holy light came outside the sky with sword rain.
There was no sound, and no movement was seen. He didn't seem to move, but he was no longer where he was.
This picture is a little weird and makes people feel chilling, as if he can completely ignore the supreme rules of heaven, earth and law.
Holy Light Angel looked at Chen Changsheng in Jian Yu and raised the light spear in his hand.
Chen Changsheng stood in front of the blind violinist.
The blind musician felt what he was going to do.
The night wind fluttered the gray hair.
The blind musician's fingers fell on the strings.
The cold and desolate sound of the piano sounded again, with great unwillingness hidden inside.
If it was not because of the attack by the suzerain, he must have entered the sacred field now, even if he is still not the opponent of this holy light angel, but it is enough to fight head-on.
Really unwilling!
But... how about that!
The sound of the piano is steep and high, and all the unwillingness is turned into fighting intentions, slashing toward the Holy Light Angel outside the sword formation!
Stimulated by the sound of the piano, hundreds of swords in the night sky hummed, trembling at high speed until they were invisible to the naked eye.
The whistling cold wind was blowing the yellow sand on the ground, but it couldn't exceed a foot.
One foot above the ground is full of piano sounds and sword intentions.
The blind piano player burned all the real elements and issued his strongest blow.
At this moment, Nanxizhai Sword Array's intentions were also destroyed to the extreme.
The Holy Light Angel didn't pay attention to it, let alone evade, still standing on the spot and watching Chen Changsheng quietly.
Those piano sounds and sword intentions do not know where to go.
Chen Changsheng and the blind piano player have been staring at the Holy Light Angel to confirm that the other party did nothing.
Even if this holy angel has an unimaginable perfect body, why is there no trace left?
Isn't the sky full of Jianyi and Qin Yin falling on him?
how did you do that?
Chen Changsheng suddenly saw a stream of light in the depths of the night.
The streamer was very light, like the embers of a campfire burning all night.
But the streamer is quite clear, obviously with a certain order, or direction.
He thought of a possibility, his expression changed slightly.
Could it be that at the moment when the sword and the sound of the sky fell, the angel of Holy Light retreated into the depths of the night, and then returned to the field again?
Just like he just came to the field from the gate of the courtyard.
How can a powerful person with such an unimaginable speed be defeated?
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Holy Light Angel looked at Chen Changsheng in the sword array quietly, his eyes changed again.
This change is very slow, but it has a grand feeling, like the sea becomes mulberry field, Xinghai becomes light tomb.
Those harsh, cold, and horror emotions changed back to indifference again, but this time the indifference was filled with things that were unclear.
Looking at the angel's eyes, Chen Changsheng felt a little cold.
Not because of fear, but because of the influence that the fear of years ago left on his mind.
When he was ten years old, there were many roars of monsters on the lonely mountain in the tomb of the cloud.
Brother Yu Ren fanned him by the bed, occasionally turning his head to look at the distant mountain.
Chen Changsheng remembered very clearly that every time Brother turned his head, there would be such emotion in his eyes.
The angel of light lifted up the spear of light and pierced the sky with sword rain.
The swords naturally reacted, and the sword array flowed like a cloud, sealing off the whole world tightly.
With a loud noise, the yellow sand on the ground jumped up neatly, just over a foot away.
It looks as if the entire ground of the courtyard has risen.
It is like that the bodies of Chen Changsheng and the blind violinist fell towards the ground.
What is below the ground? The Abyss or the Prison of Divine Prestige?
The wind screamed and was shredded by the piano sound.
The blind piano player lowered his head, his hands were dancing on the strings, the wound on his left shoulder burst, and the blood was dancing wildly.
Chen Changsheng's consciousness was connected with the sword array, and his face suddenly became paler.
The light spear stopped outside the sky of sword rain.
But at the next moment, deep in the sky of sword rain, suddenly a sharp and bright spear protruded from the void!
Looking at the bright spearpoint in front of him, Chen Changsheng realized that his Nanxizhai sword array could not really block the opponent's attack!
A crackling sound!
The strings on the Guqin broke from it and rolled up like the dragon's whiskers of a water-swallowing dragon, tightly tied to the spearpoint!
The ten fingers of the blind piano player who fell on the string were instantly broken by the horror force on the string, and the blood was rushing.
Chen Changsheng's Hengjian greeted him.
With a snapping sound, the middle section of the Tibetan sword sheath pressed against the tip of the spear.
Then, a bitter friction sounded.
It was not the friction between the spear tip and the Tibetan sword sheath.
It was the bone trembling sound that kept ringing in his body.
The spearpoint protruding from the void, except for the bright, looked nothing special.
Only Chen Changsheng and the blind piano master can feel the weight carried on it.
The weight can no longer be described by mountains and rivers.
That kind of weight is heaven and earth.
This is the prestige of heaven and earth.
How can humans bear it?
Chen Changsheng is a scale-free body that perfectly cleans the marrow, and is soaked in the blood of the true dragon. In terms of body strength, it can be said that it is rare in the world.
But he could not withstand the power from this spearpoint, and he was about to collapse until he died.
Qun Jian communicated with his heart, feeling the crisis he was facing at this time, but unable to help.
They are going to block the body of the light spear in the hands of the angel of light, and they are under greater pressure.
The wind and rain are chaotic.
The Nanxizhai Sword Array was also a bit chaotic.
If it were not the Holy Light Angel, it seemed that she was a little wary of some of Chen Changsheng's methods, or the sword array had been directly punctured by this domineering light spear.
Even so, Chen Changsheng and the blind piano player have been unable to support for longer.
Demon King looked at this scene quietly, and did not conform to the snowy old town aesthetics as saying the Pope's adult farewell, because he knew that Chen Changsheng still had the means.
Whether it is Zhou Yuan or Aoba World, or something else.
Before those methods were exhausted, he believed that Chen Changsheng would not die.
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