Fighter of the Destiny

Wang Po has a pair of very distinctive eyebrows.

To be precise, the characteristic lies in the relative position between the eyebrows and eyes.

The distance between his eyebrows and his eyes is a little close, and the ends of his eyebrows are a little droopy, so he looks a little shabby.

However, when he raises his eyebrows, they separate from his eyes.

That was the first division of heaven and earth.

At the same time, the end of his eyebrows will be raised like an iron spear, pointing straight to the sky, magnificent and magnificent.

In short, when he raised his eyebrows, it had nothing to do with the word shabby.

Moreover, when he raises his eyebrows, his shoulders will also rise accordingly.

Compared with his eyebrows, Wang Po's shoulders are more famous because they spend more time hanging down and are easier to see.

When he moves his shoulder, he is usually about to draw his sword.

Just like this moment, a fierce sword intent suddenly appeared in Baihua Alley and shot straight into the sky.

Hundreds of Holy Light Crossbows and the weapons in the hands of all the powerful men in the imperial court were aimed at Wang Po.

The Prime Minister's expression was solemn, and his hands had already left the fat pile on his belt.

Wang Po didn't speak, just looked quietly at the Chinese Academy of Education.

Like King Xiang, he knew that the person who performed the Burning Sun Technique at this time was not Chen Changsheng.

Then it can only be Shang Xingzhou.

What is the relationship between Shang Xingzhou and Emperor Taizong?

Is he also a member of the Chen royal family?

Wang Po didn't think about these problems.

Instead, I was thinking about the accounts that my fathers had struggled to preserve.

In those accounts, in addition to the most eye-catching and bloody four characters family destroyed and people destroyed, there are also many scenes of miserable wind and rain.

In those pictures, there is a young man with a gloomy temperament. According to the judgment of the ancestors of the Wang family, that young man was the main messenger who ransacked the house, and he should be from the royal family. However, neither at the time nor afterwards, the identity of the young man could be found.

In short, that young man brought a lot of hardships to the Wang family.

Wang Po had never met Emperor Taizong, but Emperor Taizong was still his enemy because it was a family feud.

Of course the young man back then was also his enemy.

He originally thought that person had disappeared in the long river of history, but today he discovered that that person was very likely still alive.

The atmosphere outside the National Education College was extremely tense.

Wang Po looked at the courtyard door and remained silent.

Finally, his shoulders slumped again.

At the same time, his eyebrows also dropped.

Thousands of sighs seemed to resound in Baihua Alley at the same time.

Not regretful, but thankful.

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The Burning Sun Technique is a particularly powerful and special practice method.

Thousands of dharma in the world are all based on the true essence transformed from starlight.

Only the Burning Sun Technique collects sunfire instead of starlight.

Sunfire is not as clear and soft as starlight, but it is far superior in power.

But it is precisely because it is too violent and hot that practitioners cannot collect it and convert it into true essence.

The Heavenly Book Monument came to the world, and the human race began to practice Taoism. For countless thousands of years, only the Chen family was able to practice this method because of their special destiny wheel structure.

Both Taoist scriptures and historical books regard this as heaven's favor for the Chen family. Therefore, no matter in troubled times or peaceful times, the Chen family held an extraordinary status in Tianliang County and even the entire continent, as if they were born with a sacred light.

Over the past thousand years, countless powerful men have emerged from the Chen family, such as the young hero Chen Xuanba and Emperor Taizong.

Of course, there is also His Royal Highness the King of Chu who is rumored to have been a wise man.

To this day, masters from the Chen royal family are still emerging one after another. At this time, the dozen or so princes in Baihua Lane are all strong men. King Xiang has even been promoted to the sacred realm. Together with the descendants of the clan scattered in various states and counties all over the world, this is really a team. Extremely powerful.

It's just that over the years, with the Holy Empress Tianhai before and Shang Xingzhou behind, this power has never been truly unleashed.

But why can Shang Xingzhou practice the Burning Sun Technique? Is he a member of the royal family? What is his relationship with Emperor Taizong?

These questions flashed through Chen Changsheng's mind, but they quickly disappeared without leaving any trace.

He had made speculations in Zhou Garden, but this time it was only confirmed.

And Shang Xingzhou walked in front of him again.

He held the sword in both hands and struck it down on Chen Changsheng's head.

This sword is very simple, without any moves or any mysterious meaning, it just cuts straight down.

The sun shone on his tightly tied black hair, reflecting the light.

The sun shone on his bare arms, reflecting the light.

The sun shines on the Tao sword he holds, reflecting the light.

He is like a god.

The sword in his hand can cut through everything in the world.

The first is the sky.

A seemingly real and fake line appeared on the blue sky.

The incomparable sword intent, accompanied by dazzling light, fell towards the top of Chen Changsheng's head.

Chen Changsheng didn't know if he could catch it.

He was a little nervous, but also because the sword light was too dazzling, so he squinted his eyes.

There are often connections between subtle human movements.

As he squinted his eyes, his hands subconsciously tightened.

Then, his palm tightened around the hilt of the sword.

The hilt of the sword is slightly hard. It has been hidden in a tree hole for several years, and the surface is a bit slippery. I don't know whether it is moss or putrefactive mud.

This feeling was not unfamiliar, because he had held countless swords, but it was far from familiar. He confirmed that he had never held this sword before.

There were too many swords in the sword pool, and it was impossible for him to be familiar with every one of them. He also didn't know the name and origin of this sword.

But he knew that the thing he was holding was straight, hard, and sharp.

This is the sword.

That's good.

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Sword meets sword.

It's like the cold air coming south from the freezing snowfield meets the heat wave coming from the West Sea.

Thunder suddenly sounded.

The water of the lake vibrates into waves, surges into waterfalls, and falls into heavy rain, washing everything in the world at different angles.

Dozens of thick old trees slowly fell down with a loud crash.

Between the flying sawdust and branches, you can faintly see the sunken ground.

Numerous deep or shallow cracks appeared on the wall of Baicao Garden.

Not far away, the palace automatically generated a formation, and the clear light fell, covering everything with a mysterious cloak.

In Wang Zhice's eyes, this is very similar to Wu Daozi's recent paintings. The brushwork is extremely simple and even deliberately crude, but the use of colors is extremely bold.

Such as those red like blood and rust.

The smoke and dust settled.

Chen Changsheng was half-kneeling by the lake, blood dripping from the corners of his lips.

What's even more frightening is that there is no sword in his hand.

The sword fell on the grass far away, stuck sideways, looking like a broken flag or a monument.

The sword was still vibrating, making a slight buzzing sound, not a whine, but just a bit apologetic.

Shang Xingzhou appeared in front of Chen Changsheng.

It was also difficult for him to break the sword guard that Su Li passed to Chen Changsheng.

But he has the Burning Sun Technique.

He still suppresses his realm under the sacred realm, but with the Burning Sun Art, he has unimaginable and endless power.

No matter how powerful the swordsmanship is, it is impossible to withstand such crushing force, and it will last for a long time.

In this process, Shang Xingzhou's real energy loss and cost were greater than Chen Changsheng's.

But Chen Changsheng has no sword anymore.

Shang Xingzhou looked at him indifferently and raised the sword in his hand.

He didn't believe that his disciple would have such good luck, being able to pull out a sword from a broken tree.

The strange thing is that there is no panic look on Chen Changsheng's face, and his eyes are still as calm as lake water.

Then he reached into the lake and took out a sword.