Fighter of the Destiny

No one could have imagined that the insidious and vicious sword came from their own side, and that the person who attacked was Liang Xiaoxiao.

Zhexiu has extremely rich combat experience, and has always been cold-tempered and rarely trusts people. Chen Changsheng has always been extremely cautious in dealing with things due to his upbringing environment and experiences, so no matter how charming and pitiful the two demon women were, they were not However, even the two of them did not expect that Liang Xiaoxiao would suddenly attack.

From the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven to the Zhou Garden, Chen Changsheng had always noticed that Liang Xiaoxiao was vaguely hostile to him, but in the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God that he had come into contact with, Gou Hanshi was a kind and steady gentleman, and Guan Feibai was a violent swordsman, or an opponent, or an enemy. , but he never thought that these Lishan Sword Sect disciples would be insidious villains, let alone that Liang Xiaoxiao would actually collude with the demons!

The war between humans and demons has lasted for nearly a thousand years. Whether it is the Great Zhou in the north or the Changsheng Sect in the south, how many seniors and fellow sects have died one after another? As a practitioner, you should know more clearly that this is a battle to exterminate a clan. Why is Liang Xiaoxiao willing to be controlled by the demon clan?

The most shocked person was, of course, Qi Jian. His lower abdomen was penetrated by Liang Xiaoxiao's sword and he was severely injured, but what was even more hurt was his heart. He looked at Liang Xiaoxiao, his face was pale and his expression was confused. Until this moment, he still couldn't understand why his third senior brother, who had grown up together since childhood and had always taken good care of him, would commit such a murderous act!

Liang Xiaoxiao didn't speak, his face was equally pale, there was a faint struggle deep in his eyes, but deeper there was a sense of joy that was almost crazy.

It was pain and pleasure.

Chen Changsheng and the others thought about many things and many possibilities. In fact, it only took a short moment.

The demons have always been ruthless. Seeing that the plan was finally successful and Liang Xiaoxiao succeeded in a sneak attack, there was no chance for them to breathe and reason.

Teng Xiaoming showed no expression and carried the pole to the three of them again. He held his hands back and forth and hit them on the head again without mercy!

The wind by the lake suddenly broke into countless thin strands, and all the nearby trees were broken and fell. The terrifying pole weighed down like a mountain.

Even if Chen Changsheng and the other three were not injured, it would be extremely difficult to block the full blow of the notorious Twenty-Four Demon Generals head-on, not to mention that their current condition was very bad.

Zhe Xiu's shoulders were bloody and bloody, and among the messy wolf fur that had not subsided, the white bones could be faintly seen. What's even more frightening is that what caused these injuries was the peacock feather hidden in the finger of the demon woman - a tiny hint of green could already be seen in the depths of the wolf boy's eyes.

The legendary peacock feathers have toxins that can poison powerful monsters. Now those toxins have begun to wreak havoc in his body.

Qijian was even more miserable, with blood gurgling from his abdomen. Even if he exerted his last strength, he could only hold the Lishan Sword. He couldn't even stand up, so how could he fight?

Chen Changsheng looked a little better. He rushed out from the bottom of the pit with a sword, covered in dust and dirt, with no wounds on the surface of his body and no blood stains on his clothes.

In fact, it just looks better.

Previously, he took Teng Xiaoming's first shoulder pole at the bottom of the pit. Even though his body was bathed in dragon blood, he could not fully hold on. There were cracks in the bones of his left arm, and several ribs were broken. What's even more troublesome is that , his sea of ​​consciousness was greatly shaken, he was extremely annoyed and uncomfortable, his chest was extremely tight, and he might vomit blood at any time.

How could the three seriously injured teenagers face this mountain-like pole?

After Liang Xiaoxiao's previous successful sneak attack, he floated back and watched this scene from a distance of dozens of feet, silent.

That demon beauty had a smile as bright as a flower.

The dignified lady had a calm expression.

Liu Xiaowan sympathized and waited.

The three of them who were waiting for Chen Changsheng died without any accident.

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Of course Chen Changsheng didn't want to die.

It can be said without a doubt that since the age of ten, he has been the person who least wants to die in the world.

In order not to die, he made a lot of efforts and naturally made a lot of preparations.

When everyone thought that they were bound to die, including Qi Jian, and even Zhe Xiu, who had gone through countless experiences between life and death, silently said in his heart that so be it, he started working hard again and took out the things he had prepared.

It was a metal ball with some scale-like lines on its surface.

Chen Changsheng poured his true energy into the metal ball. A bright light flashed on the surface of the metal ball, and then it trembled rapidly, and the scales continued to break.

The sound of fine machine springs and metal friction sounded intensively.

The cracked metal ball changed instantly, giving birth to several thin umbrella surfaces, then umbrella ribs and umbrella handles.

These changes took a very short time, and the pole carrying the demon general's mighty power had not yet fallen.

A somewhat old oil-paper umbrella appeared in Chen Changsheng's hand.

The umbrella seemed ordinary, just like the man.

There was a loud bang!

On the beach by the lake, instead of a huge crater, there were dozens of cracks about several feet deep!

The energy splashed out, hitting the hard pebbles, leaving clear marks on them.

Some of the breath splashed out by the terrifying collision swept deep into the woods, leaving mottled marks on the bark of the trees. Countless birds that had no time to escape were shot down miserably.

The smoke and dust gradually disappeared, and the echoes in the cliffs behind the lake gradually faded away.

Chen Changsheng is not dead.

Because the shoulder pole was blocked by the ordinary umbrella in his hand.

A faint yellow light hung from the edge of the umbrella, covering Chen Changsheng inside like a curtain.

He stood in front of Zhexiu and Qijian.

Looking at the scene in front of her, the demon beauty reached out to cover her mouth, shocked and speechless.

Liang Xiaoxiao raised his eyebrows slightly, with a solemn look on his face.

Liu Xiaowan frowned slightly, looking thoughtful, as if she had remembered something.

Only Teng Xiaoming still looked dull, took another step forward with his right foot, held up the pole with both hands, and struck down again!

The wind and clouds on the lake are carried by that pole!

Another loud bang!

The yellow paper umbrella blocked it again.

But Chen Changsheng's face became even paler.

In Wenshui City, the old man of the Tang family gave him this legendary magical weapon. Zhexiu once said that this umbrella could withstand a full blow from a strong person in the Star Gathering Realm.

Zhe Xiu also said that since the demon clan used some method to forcefully suppress the two demon generals from the Star Gathering Realm and send them to Zhou Garden, then Teng Xiaoming and Liu Xiaowan are now at the peak of Tongyou at best.

Logically speaking, the umbrella in his hand can certainly withstand the opponent's offensive.

The question is, how many full blows of this demon general can be blocked?

Using magic weapons also requires the assistance of true energy. The amount of true energy he has is much less than that of practitioners of the same realm. How long can he sustain it?

The most critical question is that the area of ​​​​this yellow paper umbrella is not large. How can he protect Zhexiu and Qijian when these strong demons attack in groups?

There is no way.

He had no way to protect his companions, and if he continued to hold on, the situation would still be difficult to solve, so he could only send his companions away.

While the yellow paper umbrella was defending the pole, his right hand reached out like lightning and stuffed several pills into Zhexiu's mouth behind him, and at the same time stuffed a small thing into his hand.

Those pills were detoxifying elixirs refined by Li Gong Priest according to his recipe. His medical skills were inherited from Taoist Ji, who was the strongest in medical skills in the entire continent. From this, we can imagine the effectiveness of these pills. They may not be able to resolve the poison of Peacock Ling, but they can at least help Zhexiu suppress it for a period of time.

As for that little cool thing, it's a button.

When he left Kyoto, he only took one button with him, thinking that it would help him save his life if he encountered any danger in Zhouyuan.

But now, it seems that it will be used by others.

When Luoluo gave him the button at the National Education Academy, she made it very clear that the button could only take two people away.

Chen Changsheng held up his umbrella and looked at the several powerful demons that were passing by at high speed. Without turning around, he calmly said to Zhe Xiu behind him: Take him away.

The plot the demons had laid out in Zhou Garden was definitely more than that, but the continuous happenings by the lake were enough to help them confirm that among the three of them, the demons' top target was Qijian. Otherwise, the demons could have concentrated all their strength and killed him and Zhexiu first, instead of waiting until Qijian entered a certain death situation, Liu Xiaowan said those three words, and Liang Xiaoxiao finally drew his sword.

Zhexiu understood this, although he didn't understand why Qijian was so valued by the demon clan even if he was a close disciple of the leader of Lishan.

He also understood that when Chen Changsheng gave him the button, he was giving himself the hope of life, and if Chen Changsheng stayed, he would have to face death.

He also understood that Chen Changsheng would not take Qi Jian away by himself, nor would he abandon Qi Jian, so there was only one possibility left in the permutation and combination.

He also understood that he was poisoned at this time and was unable to fight anymore. He could not help Chen Changsheng by staying, so he might as well leave with Qi Jian.

What he understands most is that since Chen Changsheng has made up his mind, no matter what he does, it is meaningless and can only be a waste of time.

Without hesitation, Zhexiu picked up Qi Jian and at the same time activated the button in his palm.

In his arms, Qi Jian's little face was extremely pale, with his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes closed, and his eyelashes blinking slightly. He looked very pitiful, but he had no idea what was going on.

A wisp of green smoke rose under the yellow umbrella.

At the last moment, Zhe Xiu looked at Chen Changsheng's back and thought with an expressionless face, who is whose bodyguard? If I can survive today, it seems that I really owe someone my life.

Almost at the same time, the Demon General's third shoulder pole fell down.

The ground shook violently, and countless smoke and dust filled the air, covering the green smoke.

Countless cracks appeared, and fresh soil rolled out, like a field during spring plowing.

The smoke and dust calmed down.

Chen Changsheng stood alone.

He holds an umbrella in his left hand.

He holds a dagger in his right hand.

He looked extremely serious, preparing for the final battle.

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(This chapter title is cooler than Sad Sword, so I’ll use this one instead. The next chapter will come out before eleven o’clock.)