Chapter 985 The Sword Falls Into Thousands of Piles of Snow

The Imperial City is built on the mountain, which is extremely steep. The viewing platform is at the highest point, far away from the square in front of the Imperial City. The huge boulder that broke off the whale landing platform rolled down the mountain with an astonishing momentum. I don’t know how many stone walls and rockeries were crushed, but there was still some time before they hit the ground.

Listening to the thunderous sound, many people looked up, their faces suddenly turned pale, and they tried their best to avoid it, but there were people everywhere, and it was not so easy to retreat to a safe place in time. , the screams, curses and cries made the place look extremely chaotic.

The sound of the whale landing platform collapsing and the subsequent cries also reached the observation deck.

Many ministers and demon generals were so shocked that they were unable to react or solve the upcoming tragedy.

The really strong people who had time to react and had the ability to save those people did not react at all.

They were still staring at the cold clouds and the occasional flash of sword light in between, with extreme concentration.

The collapse of the huge boulder from Whale Platform would kill at most hundreds of people in front of the imperial city. To these big shots, it was not a big deal at all.

The outcome of this battle is the real deal, as it will determine the fate of millions of lives.

Suddenly, those clear sword sounds disappeared, and wind roared from all directions, making the cold clouds fade away.

The group of swords flew back from the depths of the clouds around Chen Changsheng and Luo Luo, vibrating slightly and making a buzzing sound.

Who won?

Chen Changsheng's face was a little pale, and there was a very shallow wound behind his left ear. His hair was stuck with blood and no longer floated. Under the light of the sky, you could clearly see that there were some black stains in the shallow and short wound. , it should be the crystallization of demonic breath, but it is wrapped up by something unknown, and some of the crystals are shiny.

The situation of the Demon King is even more embarrassing.

The golden ring that tied his hair was broken into more than ten pieces, and all his black hair was scattered, fluttering behind him.

There were five rips on his clothes, which were straight and very deep. You could tell they were sword marks at a glance.

There was only one sword mark with blood overflowing, like golden slurry, which was still extremely dazzling under the dim skylight.

The pear tree was chopped into the tiniest fragments by Chen Changsheng's sword. They were scattered all over the ground by the wind, mixed with dust, and could no longer be seen.

Standing on the empty ground, the figure of the Demon Lord looked a little forlorn.

Could it be that Chen Changsheng really won?

What kind of sword did he use?

The demon clan experts who were watching the battle were very shocked when they saw this scene, and they had countless thoughts in a short period of time.

Yes, Chen Changsheng won this battle.

If it weren't for the unimaginable physical strength of the Demon Lord, it would be impossible to say that he would have been cut into two pieces by his Wushou Sword at this time.

Of course, the Demon Lord's realm methods are also really terrifying. The storm-like swords failed to have any impact on his sight. His decisiveness is even more powerful. He actually took great risks and withstood Chen Changsheng's first four attacks. Sword, Chen Changsheng was also injured with his violent counterattack.

Don't underestimate the shallow wound on Chen Changsheng's neck, because the black stain in that wound is the purest crystallization of Demon Lord's demon breath. Once it encounters flesh and blood, it will spread rapidly and ignite the entire body like a spark of fire. In this grassland, even strong men who have entered the sacred realm must leave immediately and find a way to remove these demon breath crystals.

Chen Changsheng is still an insurmountable distance from the sacred realm. Logically speaking, he will definitely die. However, fortunately, he has an innocent body and has been bathed in dragon blood. In addition, his own blood contains Countless holy light energy, mixed with Tianfeng's true blood, was just enough to suppress the Demon Lord's methods.

The observation deck was extremely quiet, like a dead tomb, and the rumblings and cries coming from below became clearer.

The strong demon clan members still ignored them and just stared at Chen Changsheng and Demon Lord in the field. They were extremely shocked, their emotions were a little complicated, and their minds gradually changed.

Although the cold clouds covered up the traces of the Wind and Rain Swords and Peerless Demonic Skills, how could the powerful demon clan not sense the danger and terror involved?

Chen Changsheng and Demon Lord are of course the strongest among the younger generation.

But the realm, cultivation, strength and everything they showed in this battle are still powerful beyond the imagination of the entire continent.

More importantly, this is a historic battle.

Neither Chen Changsheng nor Demon Lord has entered the sacred realm yet, but one is the emperor of the northern part of the continent and the other is the pope of the human race. The entire continent firmly believes that as long as they are given enough time, they will definitely cross that realm. In other words, they are and will become true saints in the future.

They will be the rulers of this continent in the future, and their names will inevitably appear many times in history books. When they were young, they fought a battle, and the result of this battle will surely be remembered for years to come. For hundreds of years, it has continuously affected the situation across the entire continent and rewritten history.

What else will happen next?

When the powerful demon clan members saw Chen Changsheng raising the Wugou Sword in his hand again, they couldn't help but feel a sudden chill.

Does Chen Changsheng really want to continue using his sword until he kills the Demon Lord? Will history draw a pause here in advance?

Seeing Chen Changsheng raise the sword in his hand again, the Demon Lord's face turned a little pale, not because of fear, but because of anger.

When he looked at Chen Changsheng, in addition to murderous intent, there was also a touch of violence in his eyes.

Before the battle started, he thought he could kill Chen Changsheng with his own ability.

So he was not prepared to use his most powerful means.

Even if he kills with the starry sky, he still feels that the method is too dangerous and it is best not to use it.

What he didn't expect was that Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship would actually become so powerful in just a few dozen days.

Not to mention killing the opponent, it is difficult to even defeat the opponent.

This made him feel very humiliated.

So he made a decision.

He grasped the cold hard object in his sleeve.

Waiting for Chen Changsheng's sword to fall again.

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When the Demon Lord held the thing in his sleeve, no one noticed anything strange in advance.

Only the reuniting clouds and mists in Baidi City suddenly sped up.

The cracked boulder was still rolling down, getting closer and closer to the ground. Countless demon people were crying and waiting helplessly and desperately for death to come.

The Demon Lord is waiting for Chen Changsheng's sword to come.

Mrs. Mu's expression suddenly became solemn.

I don't know if it's because the Demon Lord held the thing in his sleeve, or... Chen Changsheng's sword didn't fall.

Yes, no one on the observation deck expected that.

With a whooshing sound, countless swords flew out from the scabbard held by Chen Changsheng.

But instead of slashing at the Demon Lord, those swords flew out of the observation deck and disappeared into the clouds.

Those swords stirred up the clouds and mist, bringing out countless cloud threads, which looked a bit like fog.

But it was more like electricity, because those swords were so fast that with the naked eye you could only see the bright traces they left in the air.

Even people who saw this scene had some kind of illusion.

When these swords broke through the fog and entered, they had already arrived in front of the imperial city.

At that time, the huge boulder that fell from the sky was still dozens of feet away from the ground.

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The people who were crying and screaming and running for cover gradually stopped.

Because they did not feel the vibration of the earth or hear the sound of the falling boulders.

It was not quiet, but there were countless scraping sounds that were heard intensively, right above their heads.

They looked into the sky, their expressions becoming a little dazed.

They saw a very magical scene.

The boulder stopped, as if floating in the sky.

There were countless swords, slashing towards the bottom of the boulder like lightning, constantly making the sound of cutting hard objects.

Those swords were so fast that they had penetrated countless times in just a few breaths.

Countless straight cracks appeared on the surface of the boulder, which became more and more dense, and then disintegrated.

A cry of fear rang out again in front of the imperial city.

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Some people were injured while hiding and could no longer move, just below the boulder.

A noble lady from the upper city was so desperate that she kept crying and looked very pitiful.

A coolie from the bear tribe in Matsucho stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, and then handed her strong back to the sky.

He had just thrown the chef of the bun shop out of the crowd, and his leg was seriously injured, and it was too late to leave.

It’s just that no matter how strong your back is, it can’t bear the weight of the boulder.

Even if he protected the noble girl in his arms, he would only be smashed into a pulp.

But at the last moment of life, being able to have a warm embrace, feel kindness, and be able to give kindness is ultimately comfort.

When she heard the terrifying cry, the lady from the upper city knew that the boulder was about to fall, and her cries became louder.

The bear coolie hugged her tighter.

I don’t know how long it took, but those cries of fear suddenly turned into cries of ecstasy for the rest of my life.

The noble girl gradually stopped crying and looked up to the sky with fear.

The boulder did not fall.

There was no rain of gravel falling down.

What slowly fell was stone powder.

Those stone powders are very fine, light and white.

It looks like snow.

The bear coolie helped her up.

The lady from the upper city was a little embarrassed.

In the falling stone snow, the two looked at each other.

Thinking about the intimate hug before, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The lady from the upper city said softly: "Thank you."

The Bear Clan coolie scratched his head and said, "You're welcome."

The lady from the upper city looked into his eyes and said seriously: "I want to marry you."