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"So, this is useless to me." Xiao De said seriously at Chen Changsheng.

No matter how much hot water is added to the wooden bucket, it is impossible to boil the water. It is impossible to pile up the soil into a mountain higher than the Tianshuling. It is impossible to be harder than the stone. Even if Chen Changsheng can really transform into ten thousand, he will not be able to rely on the superposition of quantity to break through to a higher level.

This principle is not difficult to understand.

Practicing Taoism is the coldest thing in the world. Never believe that diligence can make up for shortcomings, and quantitative change can never lead to qualitative change.

Now he can face many masters of cultivating the first and even middle realms at the same time, but it is difficult to kill all the opponents. More importantly, when he faces peak star gathering powerhouses like Xiaode and Xiao Zhang, the gap between each other's realms will dramatically reduce his number advantage.

In Zhouyuan, he was able to confront the golden-winged roc head-on by Nanke's commander not because he was so powerful, but because the thousands of famous swords that woke up from the sword pool turned all the desire accumulated over hundreds of years into fighting spirit, and could he use the ultimate sword that shocked the earth.

Now Zhou Garden is quiet, and the famous swords are returning to the mountains. The swords that are still beside him are growing in the ocean of hiding the edges, but they can no longer condense the fighting spirit that was like that at that time. In other words, the magical picture of thousands of swords becoming dragons can no longer be reproduced in this world.

"Of course, you are still very scary." Xiao De said with emotion for the present and fear of the future: "If you are allowed to survive and practice to the peak of the Star Gathering in the future, what kind of situation will you and your swords create?"

If it is true as Xiaode said, Chen Changsheng in the future can defeat tens of thousands of cavalry by one person, and can conquer cities and destroy countries.

"At that time, people like us will have no ability to resist in front of you and will be beaten into a dog by you."

Xiao De paused for a while, looked at Chen Changsheng and continued, "And this is unfair to us."

The courtyard was silent, and the broken crabapple trees were already dead, and the wind was quiet among the floating swords and did not dare to move at all.

When the masters of the court heard Xiao De's words, they remained silent and their emotions were very complicated.

Chen Changsheng didn't say anything, his thin lips were slightly pursed, like a thread.

It was like the line formed by hundreds of swords in the snow at this time.

No monk wants to see such a future, and is willing to become a dog under the sword of a peerless genius, and they are originally hostile.

In order for such a terrible future not to happen, the only thing they can do is to kill Chen Changsheng now.

Xiao De was still looking at Chen Changsheng quietly. Suddenly, a yellow-brown light surged out of his pupils, and a terrifying aura arose.

This breath is full of primitive and barbaric smell, and even the most subtle fragments seem to be filled with the freshest beast blood.

His clothes were tightly tight, showing his inner strength as strong as a mountain, and then pierced by countless fine and hard beasts.

There was originally a very deep wound on his chest. It was the first time he fought, and he was injured by Chen Changsheng's sword burning. He kept bleeding slowly. At this time, the blood suddenly stopped. The wound was breached at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then he could no longer see it.

Chen Changsheng's hand holding the sword was slightly tightened, knowing that the other party was going to use the strongest means.

The demon clan has many advantages that are difficult for human race to compare, such as speed, strength, and the natural strength of the body. However, the biggest advantage is that the demon clan's strong men can briefly show their original body, borrow faster speed and greater strength from the blood of the ancestors hidden in the life wheel, and make the body stronger and more resilient.

This is crazy.

A buzzing sound occurred in the courtyard, and the remaining branches of the crabapple scattered on the ground were blown by the strong wind, hitting the wall, and then becoming more tiny.

Xiao De disappeared from the stone gate and came to Chen Changsheng.

Hundreds of swords in the snow-crow slightly buzzed, and the buzzing sound suddenly became quiet.

In an instant, Xiao De crossed an eighth-foot distance and was slashed by the six swords.

But these six swords that used exquisite sword moves in turn failed to delay his pace for a moment.

Six sword marks appeared on the surface of his body, and blood was slightly overflowing.

As the strongest man in the zodiac race, his physical strength is terrifying, and after his madness, he has reached an incredible level. If it weren't for Chen Changsheng's swords from the sword pool and were famous swords from hundreds of years ago, I'm afraid he wouldn't even leave some sword marks on his body.

In the wind and snow, Xiao De's fist smashed towards Chen Changsheng.

Just like at the beginning, when he first met outside the wall, he still had no weapons.

After Hanshan returned, Xiaode's temperament became much calmer and his cultivation also increased a lot. The biggest change was that he became more confident in his fists.

He had weapons, but before he could pull it out on the mountain road in Hanshan, he was stabbed by Liu Qing.

Then, in the persimmon forest by the stream, he met the Demon Lord. Whether his weapons were taken out or not, it was a joke.

Since then, Xiao De abandoned his weapons and used his hands only.

Compared with swords, swords, guns, and magic weapons, hands are the weapons that truly belong to the cultivators.

Taking action is faster than drawing a sword.

It is also faster than Chen Changsheng's sword drawing.

Before Chen Changsheng could draw his sword, Xiao De's fist arrived, but fortunately the yellow paper umbrella was still in his left hand.

The umbrella took advantage of the wind and stood in front of Xiao De's fist.

The umbrella surface was deep and huge force came. With a loud bang, Chen Changsheng fell behind and fell deeply into the ground.

The hard bluestone slab was trampled like a spider web by him, and it was deeply trapped in the middle, like a whirlpool.

Titicaca sounded several times, and it was heard from his body, and there was no idea where the bone was cracked or even broken.

A sword light that looked a bit shrill because it was too sharp lit up on the edge of the yellow paper umbrella.

Xiao De shouted loudly, raised his fist and hit it again. For a moment, the wind blew up. All the crabapple branches in the courtyard were missing. Countless cracks appeared on the walls, and lime blocks kept peeling off. It looked like tens of thousands of years had passed in this short moment.

Just as the fist fell like a mountain, the court masters collectively attacked Chen Changsheng. The sword intent was erratic in the courtyard, and countless sword moves emerged one after another.

I don’t know how long it took, but the venue became quiet again.

Xiao De took advantage of the power of recoil and rolled back to the stone gate of the courtyard like wind and sand, and seemed to be unharmed.

Suddenly, a slight sound of rubbing sounded on his face.

With this sound, a sword mark spread on his face to about half an inch wide, with blood everywhere, deep enough to see the bones, which was extremely terrifying.

Chen Changsheng stood in front of the stone steps and collected his sword.

Several hard animal hair fell from the air and hit the ground, making a crisp sound like a steel needle.

With this sound, Chen Changsheng coughed, constantly coughing, his face getting paler, his feet shaking slightly, and his body was also shaking.

It was obvious that he was injured more severely than Xiao De.

Xiaode's expression was very serious, not because he was injured by Chen Changsheng again. No matter how strong his body was, he could not resist the Wudi Sword on the Hundred Artifacts List. But because Chen Changsheng did not have a sword injury on his body. This shows that in the previous chaos, none of the swords of these dozens of imperial masters could approach him.

Faced with his full-strength attack, Chen Changsheng was obviously seriously injured, so why could he control hundreds of swords in the courtyard at the same time?

Xiaode was very puzzled. You should know that although Chen Changsheng's spiritual power is far more powerful than ordinary practitioners, it is not too exaggerated for a strong man like him.

How did Chen Changsheng do it?

Xiao De looked at the hundreds of swords in Xuekong and remained silent.

He didn't understand this matter. He could at least be sure that Chen Changsheng would consume the spiritual consciousness at the same time if he wanted to control these hundreds of swords at the same time.

If we continue to fight like this, it is very likely that Chen Changsheng has not fallen yet, but his spiritual consciousness has dried up.

"How long can you last?"

Xiao De withdrew his gaze and looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "If you insist on staying here, the final outcome will be to be killed by me one by one."

Hundreds of swords floated quietly in the snow sky, guarding around Chen Changsheng.

This can be seen as a defensive sword formation, or as an attacking front camp, but it also looks like a prison room.

It is difficult for others to attack this prison room, and it is also difficult for Chen Changsheng to get out because he dare not open the door.

So, how long can he last?

"I don't know." Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "At least you have to hold on until Zhou Tong dies."

When Xiao De finally understood this, he was a little surprised.

In fact, Chen Changsheng had already expressed his attitude before, but he and the masters of the court around him believed it.

But at this time, Xiao De believed in his words more and more, because until this time, Chen Changsheng still did not leave and was still standing in front of the stone steps.

Chen Changsheng is here, and he and so many imperial masters can only stay here.

The arrangements made by the Great Zhou court today were originally to kill Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, but until now, Xiao De has given up this idea.

He knew that Chen Changsheng had some means to not take it out - with the swords in Xuekong, he had no way to defeat Mr. Lin in the National Education Academy.

If Chen Changsheng took those methods, he could at least break through and leave.

Why didn't he leave? Could it be that he was really delaying time and waiting for Zhou Tong to be killed by someone else?

Chen Changsheng didn't say anything else because he had given the answer, and it was twice.

At the beginning of today, he and Wang Po wanted to kill Zhou Tong.

Later it turned out that the court used this matter to kill him and Wang Po.

The situation is changing constantly.

That person has not appeared until now, so he must have been left in the palace by his senior brother.

The palace has been quiet all the time, probably because he was temporarily suppressed by the saint, but the saint naturally could not do anything else.

The most critical change in the entire situation is that the iron tree failed to kill Wang Po, but was killed by Wang Po.

So, trace the origin.

Things returned to their original origin.

Or kill Zhou Tong.

So he would hold on here until Zhou Tong died.

He believed that Zhou Tong would definitely die.

No matter who is killed, he will die.
Chapter completed!