Fighter of the Destiny

The sky in Zhouyuan is lower than the sky in the real world, making it easier to measure distances with the naked eye.

In the process of falling towards the ground from Muyu Valley, Chen Changsheng clearly saw that the blue sky was rapidly moving away.

The biting cold wind cut his cheek like a knife, reminding him of when he was chased by Nanke's wings in Zhou Garden a few years ago. He broke out of the lake and was about to be killed. Suddenly, there was a A hand reached out from the night sky, grabbed his collar, and led him away.

It's a pity that Xu Yourong is not in Zhou Garden today, so naturally there is no way to catch him.

Fortunately, there are aquatic plants and lakes everywhere below Muyu Valley, which may leave a glimmer of hope for life.

A loud noise rang in his ears.

The soft lake surface became extremely hard, and countless pains poured into his mind from all parts of his body.

At that moment, he felt like all his bones were about to break.

Countless green, cold lake water rushed towards his face, lapping constantly.

He once again recalled the scene of escaping in the lake three years ago.

Blood flowed from the corners of his lips and spread in the water, turning into a pale pink mist.

Hundreds of fish swam out from the surrounding aquatic plants and swam almost frantically into the blood mist, constantly weaving in and out.

After being changed by the Holy Queen Tianhai, his blood was no longer the delicious but poisonous honey, but it still had unimaginable benefits.

No matter what level of life, they are instinctively willing to get close to his blood.

The so-called desire for intimacy is sometimes greed, and there is no difference between the two.

Those fish swimming crazily in the blood mist, just like some humans, have no sense at all in the face of huge temptation.

People who are truly insane are less susceptible to this temptation.

Before falling into coma, Chen Changsheng was thinking about these various problems, and finally thought of Nanke.

He closed his eyes and lay quietly under the water.

Water plants danced slowly around, touching his feet from time to time.

It was like a devil's hand reaching out from the void, trying to drag him into the bottomless abyss.

He opened his eyes.

Only a very short time passed from coma to waking up.

The lake has not yet been completely filled with water.

Chen Changsheng looked up at the water and started to move.

His feet moved at an unimaginable speed, bringing up two water dragons with astonishing momentum.

With a crash, a white water column appeared on the lake, looking like a waterfall flowing backwards towards the sky.

Chen Changsheng landed on the lakeside and prepared to rush towards another small lake in the northeast.

That small lake can lead to the world on the other side of Zhou Garden.

As long as he gets there, he should be able to hide for a while with the help of the remaining sword power of the Sky-Zealing Sword.

He needs this time to think about what happened, and at least to stabilize his current injury.

But he suddenly stopped and turned around.

Shang Xingzhou stood on the opposite shore, looking at him expressionlessly.

Chen Changsheng's face looked a little pale.

He was born without dirt, had his marrow cleansed perfectly in the National Education Academy, and bathed in dragon's blood under the Beixin Bridge. Except for the Demon Lord, no one could compare with his physical strength. In addition, he changed at the most critical moment, so he changed from Muyu Peak to Muyu Peak. After falling to the ground more than ten miles away, he was still alive.

But he was still seriously injured.

His ribs were not broken, but there were already cracks on them, and the pain was deep into his bones.

The most important thing is that his consciousness was greatly shocked, and his Taoist mind could not return to peace.

The most desperate thing is that he now has no sword, and even the scabbard is not with him.

This means that he cannot summon the thousands of swords in his scabbard.

These days, he has been practicing swordsmanship in the stone room of the Li Palace, meditating and studying mysteries, adjusting his condition to its peak, just for today's battle.

He had prepared a lot for today's battle.

He has mastered the three swords that Su Li passed down to him, the sword intention that he experienced in Lishan, Nanxi Zhai's swordsmanship and even the sword formation.

He believed that when he was at his best, he should be qualified to challenge his master in Zhouyuan.

However, just as the battle began, he lost his sword.

All swords.

He has been able to defeat so many powerful enemies over the years because of his sword.

He is called a swordsman genius by the world, and many people now even think that he is already a swordsman master.

But what else could he do without the sword? What else could he be?

The question now is, why did Shang Xingzhou reach out and snatch all his swords?

This is not a problem for Chen Changsheng, but he has forgotten these things in the past years.

Many years ago, he cut off the beard of the golden dragon by the stream, made it into a sword, and gave it to his disciple.

That was the Wugou Sword that Chen Changsheng had carried with him for many years.

The scabbard was originally the treasure in the former palace - Zangfeng.

It was also Shang Xingzhou who took it away from the palace and handed it to him.

Shang Xingzhou was right.

Whether it was the Wugou Sword or the Hidden Edge Sword Sheath, he gave it to Chen Changsheng.

Even the engagement contract with Xu Yourong was given to Chen Changsheng by him.

After the rest of the people refused.

Since everything was given to Chen Changsheng by him, he can naturally take it back at any time.

This is qualification, but also ability.

There is no doubt that this is the strongest winner.

It's just that this method is too hidden.

It's deeply chilling.

It had been ten years since he took over the dagger at the old temple in Xining Town, right?

What Shang Xingzhou said next was even more chilling.

How old are you this year?

Chen Changsheng was his student and he raised him in Xining Town.

But he didn't know Chen Changsheng's age.

Whether it is intentional or unintentional, it is ultimately indifferent.

Chen Changsheng said: No matter how old you are, you are still over twenty.

Shang Xingzhou didn't pay attention to the hidden meaning in this sentence and said: My talent is not as good as yours, so I will add ten years.

Chen Changsheng understood what he meant, was silent for a while, and said, Okay.

Who is stronger, 30-year-old Shang Xingzhou or 20-year-old Chen Changsheng?

Nobody knows.

Even after today's battle, no one still knows.

Because Chen Changsheng no longer has a sword.

Wow!

The sound of water sounded.

The fish came to the water surface chasing the blood mist.

The water in the lake was churning uneasily. It looked very lively and festive, but after looking at it for a long time, it made people feel a little sick.

Several blood flowers suddenly bloomed on the surface of the water, and the mutilated fish sank to the bottom.

The merchant boat disappeared on the other side.

Chen Changsheng also disappeared.

A footprint appeared in the surrounding water plants.

Then a second footprint appeared further away.

The footprints appeared out of nowhere, and there was no connection between them, making them look particularly strange.

When Chen Changsheng appeared again, he was already beside a forest several hundred feet away.

And when Shang Xingzhou appeared again, it was right in front of him.

He used the Ye Shi Step, but still couldn't defeat Shang Xingzhou's movement skills.

So try fisting?

A picture appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Bie Yihong looked at him quietly, her fingertips touching his eyebrows.

Then countless pictures came one after another.

There are streams of light in those pictures, and each light is a punch.

The screen disappears.

Countless rays of light turned into one light.

Countless punches turned into one punch.

Chen Changsheng clenched his fist and punched the familiar yet unfamiliar face opposite him.