Fighter of the Destiny

You can fish in the lake because there are fish in it, but there are no swords in the lake.

Moreover, Chen Changsheng did not touch it, but took it directly.

This is a more concise and powerful movement, indicating that he knew beforehand where the sword was.

As if by magic, he took out a sword from the lake.

Then he stabbed Shang Xingzhou.

The water splashed along the sword body, and the sword light followed, shining extremely transparently from the inside out.

The shore of the lake became brighter, and the water splashes were like silver trees and stars.

More than a dozen starlights lit up, following the star lines in the night sky, and the figure suddenly disappeared.

Shang Xingzhou stepped on the stars and retreated, reaching more than ten feet away in an instant.

There was a soft sneer.

A rip appeared between his collars.

A stream of blood seeped out from inside, as if a plum blossom had been painted on the blue Taoist robe.

Master, admit defeat.

Chen Changsheng said to Shang Xingzhou.

The lake water dripped from the tip of the sword in his hand and fell on the rock, making a ticking sound, as if urging.

Shang Xingzhou didn't answer, but walked forward calmly, and came to him again.

He held the sword in both hands and raised it above his head.

The bare arms gleamed in the sunlight like real statues, a perfect display of power.

There are still no sword moves or any mysterious meaning, just the simplest slash.

With a scraping sound, the air and the sword body rubbed violently, creating a dazzling firework.

Hot, violent aura emanated from Shang Xingzhou's body and the sun.

The blood stains on the green Taoist robe instantly evaporated into blue smoke.

The water stains on Chen Changsheng's sword also turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The beautiful sword light reappeared, but it didn't stab Shang Xingzhou.

Chen Changsheng knew that Shang Xingzhou would not respond to his sword, so no matter how fast his sword was, it was meaningless.

He could only return the sword.

when!

The two swords met again.

Thunder echoed across Kyoto from the lakeside and over the courtyard wall.

The heavy rain came again, the walls collapsed and trees were broken down, the wind howled, the banks collapsed and rocks were thrown into chaos, and the lake water flooded everywhere.

There are more than ten ponds of various sizes appearing on the grass.

Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng disappeared.

They came to the library behind the lawn.

The stone steps leading up to the library are covered with cobwebs and sink slightly.

Chen Changsheng was lying inside, putting his hands on the ground and preparing to stand up.

The sword he took from the lake flew away again.

His stupid sword was not broken, but it also failed to catch Shang Xingzhou's domineering sword.

The residual wind blew against the blue Taoist robe, making a rustling sound, and there were several cracks on it.

Shang Xingzhou walked towards the library.

Chen Changsheng didn't turn his head, his right hand landed on the broken step, and then he pulled it out.

With the sound of metal rubbing against gravel, a sword appeared in his hand.

His movements seemed particularly natural, as if he had already prepared them and practiced them countless times.

No matter how incredible the picture is, if it appears so many times, it is difficult for people to be surprised.

Shang Xingzhou's expression did not change at all.

Chen Changsheng stood up, looked at him and said seriously: Master, admit defeat.

Shang Xingzhou still didn't speak. He stepped forward silently, held the Dao sword in both hands and swung it down.

The sun shines on the sword blade and bare arms.

The patterns and muscles on the sword are so clear.

The smell of life is as strong as the smell of death, as intoxicating or terrifying as strong alcohol.

There was a loud bang and smoke and dust.

A very deep ravine appeared in front of the library.

The dark and bright floor kept rising and then cracking.

There are old books flying everywhere among the collapsed bookshelves.

He used to watch the stars here every night.

Luoluo also spent many nights with him here.

But his master spent more time here than he did.

Windows shattered.

Chen Changsheng fell into the fountain in the front yard and was soaked to the skin.

The mouth of the holy lion statue has fangs sticking out and spraying water.

The water column as thick as a finger fell on the top of his head, and the scene looked a bit funny.

It is very close to the courtyard gate, and you can hear the nervous breathing and exclamations in Baihua Alley.

People in Baihua Lane heard the sound of him falling into the fountain.

Powerful men like Wang Po, King Xiang, King Zhongshan, and King Linghai could roughly see the scenes in the National Education Academy with just their ears.

The fountain is dim.

A tall figure covered the sky.

Shang Xingzhou appeared again without giving Chen Changsheng any chance to breathe.

Tens of feet away, Wang Zhice and Tang Sanshiliu also appeared on the grass.

The rest of the people should still be in the Baicao Garden.

Xu Yourong appeared on the other side of the woods, her white wings swaying slightly.

Where is the little black dragon at this time?

I'm curious.

Wang Zhice watched Chen Changsheng stand up from the fountain and said, Is there a sword here? Where is it hidden?

The statue of the Holy Lion is majestic and the fountain is large, but the pool is very shallow.

Teachers and students of the National Education Academy pass by from time to time, and it is difficult not to notice the sword inside.

Tang Sanliu didn't speak, but Chen Changsheng responded with actions.

He stood on tiptoe and put his hand into the stone lion's mouth, water sprayed, and he took out a sword from inside.

Looking at this scene, Xu Yourong thought of something and felt a little disgusted, so he covered his mouth.

Wang Zhice sighed and said, Is this okay?

Tang Sanliu raised his eyebrows and said, Why not?

Wang Zhice sighed: I thought it was just that sword.

Tang Thirty-Six said: Yes, I have hidden a lot of swords here.

Wang Zhice asked: How many swords are there?

Everywhere.

Tang Sanliu opened his arms and closed his eyes, very intoxicated.

As long as he is in the National Education Academy, he will not lose.

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The fountain suddenly broke, and the stone lion's tail broke off, and the fracture was very smooth.

Shang Xingzhou met Chen Changsheng's sword again.

Thunder sounded again.

Only this time it lasted for a long time and never stopped.

Swords were everywhere in the National Education Academy, and occasionally there were terrifying roars.

The master and apprentice were nowhere to be seen.

From time to time, swords flew out of the woods and out of the library, sticking diagonally on the grass and beside the broken wall, shaking slightly.

During this period of time, I don’t know how many swords Chen Changsheng found, and then they were knocked away by Shang Xingzhou.

Suddenly, the sound of swords stopped.

The Anglican Academy became extremely quiet.

The quietest place is a building to the west.

Judging from the architectural style, it should be a preaching hall, but for some unknown reason, the walls are painted vermilion, which is particularly conspicuous.

There are two rows of maple trees planted outside the building. Maybe because of the formation, they are always red no matter what season.

There were holes everywhere on the green Taoist robe, which were densely packed, and the sword intent was still there.

Blood kept seeping out from inside, which looked very scary.

Shang Xingzhou suffered many injuries.

Chen Changsheng's injuries were more serious, his face was pale, his body was covered in blood, and his hands hanging by his side were shaking slightly.

Do you still have the sword?

Shang Xingzhou asked.

Chen Changsheng took out a dagger from the flowerpot beside him and said, This is the last one.

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(Guess what this building is called.)