The imperial city is built against the mountain, and its momentum is extremely steep. The observation deck is at the highest point, far from the square in front of the imperial city. The huge rock that broke from the Whale Tower rolled down along the mountain with a stunning momentum. I don’t know how many stone walls of rockery have been crushed along the way, but it is still a while before it hits the ground.

Listening to the thunderous sound, many people looked up and their faces turned pale. They tried desperately to avoid them in the distance, but there were people everywhere. It was not so easy to retreat to a safe place in time. The screams, scolding and crying made the scene look extremely chaotic.

The sound of whale falling on the platform and the subsequent crying sound also reached the observation deck.

Many ministers and demon generals were shocked and stiff, unable to react at all, and had no ability to solve the upcoming tragedy.

Those who had time to react and had the ability to save those people had no reaction at all.

They were still staring at the cold cloud, staring at the occasionally shining sword light, and focused to the extreme.

The huge rocks that fall from the whale will cause hundreds of people to die in front of the imperial city at most, and for these big men, it is not a big deal.

The outcome of this battle is the real big deal, because it will determine the life and death of millions of lives.

Suddenly, the clear sword sounds disappeared, and a wind whistled from all sides, making the cold clouds faint.

The group of swords flew back from the depths of the clouds to the surroundings of Chen Changsheng and Luoluo, 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 in the blood and no longer floated up. With the reflection of the sky, we could clearly see that there were some black stains in the shallow and short wound, which should be the crystal of the magic breath, but I don't know what it was wrapped up, and it was a little shiny.

The situation of the Demon Lord is even more embarrassing.

The golden ring with his hair tied up broke into more than ten pieces, and his black hair was dissipated, dancing behind him.

Five cracks appeared on his clothes, straight and extremely deep. You could tell at a glance that it was a sword mark.

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

The pear tree was cut into the finest debris by Chen Changsheng's sword, and was blown by the wind all over the ground, mixed with the dust and could no longer be seen.

Standing on the empty ground, the figure of the Demon Lord seemed a little desolate.

Could it be that Chen Changsheng really won?

What kind of sword was he using?

The powerful demons watching the battle were shocked to see this scene and had countless thoughts in a very short time.

Yes, Chen Changsheng won the battle.

If the Demon Lord had an unimaginable body strength, he might have been cut into two pieces by his Wudi Sword at this time.

Of course, the Demon Lord's realm methods are really terrible. The group of swords like wind and rain did not have any impact on his sight. His decisiveness was extremely powerful. He took great risks to endure Chen Changsheng's first four swords and injured Chen Changsheng with a violent counterattack.

Don’t underestimate the shallow wound on Chen Changsheng’s neck, because the black stain in that wound is the most pure crystal of demon breath for the Demon Lord. Once it encounters flesh and blood, it will spread rapidly, igniting the entire grassland like a star fire. Even the strong man who has 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, but fortunately, he was originally a pure body and had bathed in dragon blood. In addition, his own blood contains countless holy light energy and is mixed with the true blood of the Heavenly Phoenix, which is just the means to suppress the Demon Lord.

The observation deck was extremely quiet, as if it was a dead grave, and the rumbling and crying sounds coming from below became clearer.

The powerful demon clan still ignored it, just staring at Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord in the field, shocked, his emotions were a little complicated, and his mind gradually changed.

Although the cold cloud covered the traces of the swords of the wind and rain and the peerless magic skills, how could the powerful demon clans not feel the thrilling and terrifying situation?

Of course, Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord are both the strongest among the younger generation.

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

More importantly, this is a battle of historical significance.

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

They will be the rulers of this continent in the future, and their names will inevitably appear in history books many times. When they fought a battle when they were young, the result of this battle will inevitably affect the situation of the entire continent in the next few hundred years, constantly rewriting history.

What else will happen next?

When the powerful demon clan saw Chen Changsheng raising the Wudi sword in his hand again, they couldn't help feeling a sudden chill.

Could it be that Chen Changsheng really wants to continue to draw his sword until he kills the Demon Lord? Will history draw a talisman here in advance?

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

In addition to murderous intent, he looked at Chen Changsheng's eyes and felt a little more violent.

Before the battle began, he thought that he could kill Chen Changsheng with his own abilities.

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

Even though he was killing the starry sky, he still felt that the method was too dangerous and it would be better not to use it.

What he didn't expect was that Chen Changsheng's sword cultivation became so powerful in just a few dozen days.

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

This made him feel very humiliated.

So he made a decision.

He held the cold hard object in his sleeve.

The sword waiting for Chen Changsheng to fall again.

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...

When the Demon Lord held something like that in his sleeve, no one noticed anything unusual in advance.

Only the reunited clouds and mists in Baidi City suddenly accelerated.

The cracked boulder was still rolling down, getting closer and closer to the ground. Countless demons cried, waiting for the arrival of death powerlessly and desperately.

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

Mrs. Mu's expression suddenly became solemn.

I don’t know if it was because the Demon Lord held the thing in his sleeve, or if... Chen Changsheng’s sword did not fall.

Yes, no one on the observation deck thought of this.

With the sound of whizzing sound, countless swords flew out of the scabbard held by Chen Changsheng.

But the swords did not slash at the Demon Lord, but flew out of the observation deck and sank into the clouds.

The swords stirred the clouds and mist, bringing out countless cloud threads, which looked a little like fog.

But it's more like electricity, because those swords are too fast, and only the bright traces they leave in the air with the naked eye.

Even those who saw this scene had some illusion.

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

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

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...

Crying and screaming as the crowds hiding around, gradually stopped.

Because they did not feel the vibration of the earth, nor did they hear the sound of the huge rocks falling.

It was not quiet, but countless rubbing sounds were heard densely, just above their heads.

They looked into the sky and their expressions became a little dazed.

They saw a very magical scene.

The huge rock stopped, as if floating in the sky.

There were countless swords that slashed under the boulder like lightning, making constant sounds of cutting hard objects.

The swords were too fast, and countless rounds had passed through the breaths.

Countless straight gaps appeared on the surface of the boulder, which became denser and denser, and then collapsed.

A scream of fear sounded again in front of the imperial city.

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...

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

A noble girl from the upper city was extremely desperate and kept crying, looking very pitiful.

A bear coolie from Matsumachi reached out and carried her into her arms, then handed her strong back to the sky.

He just now suffered serious injuries to throw the chef of the bun shop out of the crowd and he had no time to leave.

But no matter how strong the back is, it cannot withstand the weight of the boulder.

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

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

When he heard the terrifying shout, the noble lady in the upper city knew that the huge rock was about to fall and her cry became louder.

The bear clan coolie hugged her tighter.

I don’t know how long it took, but those terrifying shouts suddenly turned into ecstasy shouts that would have survived the disaster.
To be continued...