Fighter of the Destiny

The last moment had arrived, and there was no point in hiding any more. Chen Changsheng did not hesitate to sit back and look at himself, lighting up the last remaining snowfield.

But for some reason, he didn't let his consciousness touch the lake outside You Mansion.

The snowfield burned violently in an instant, continuously replenishing his true energy.

Yes, I know the steps.

His figure suddenly disappeared in front of the forest, suddenly appeared in the distance, then disappeared again, then appeared again, disappearing and appearing like a charm and smoke.

But the speed of that stream of light was so fast that no matter where he appeared, he would meet the stream of light head-on the next moment.

The sound of the sword cutting through the air kept ringing, and the wind by the lake and the sound of waves coming from the lake were cut into countless pieces.

From time to time, blood splashed out in the air, like flowers. However, when the blood flowers fell to the ground, the people who fought earlier had already appeared dozens of feet away.

Those blood flowers are sometimes green and sometimes red.

After Chen Changsheng's body was bathed in the dragon's blood, it was indeed extremely powerful. At this point in the battle, there were no wounds on the surface. However, despite the protection of the yellow paper umbrella, he was still hit several times by the two women's poisonous peacock feathers. The insidious and terrifying power penetrated his skin and penetrated deep into his organs. , causing extremely serious internal injuries. Twice he almost vomited blood, but he swallowed it hard both times.

But this time he tried to take danger. All his true energy was in the sword. There was a loophole in the defense of the yellow paper umbrella. He received a heavy blow. He could no longer hold it back completely. A thin stream of blood flowed from the corner of his lips. Come down.

He was no longer able to hold on to the handle of the umbrella. The yellow paper umbrella was meaningless. He didn't want to leave such a precious magic weapon to the enemy. His mind moved slightly. He only heard a small sound of metal collision and friction. The yellow paper umbrella closed instantly. It transformed back into the original metal ball with scales, and then disappeared into his palm.

He no longer turned his wrist to hold the sword, and just held it casually, looking like a young man carrying wine home for adults to drink.

The sun is getting lower and lower, and the temperature is getting lower and lower. The afterglow of the setting sun in the direction of the grassland in the distance brings the final warmth to the lake water and the final drive to the wind, blowing on his face.

He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully wiped away the blood that flowed from the corner of his lip, and then took it back. The handkerchief disappeared somewhere.

In such a short period of time, the wind still had close contact with the blood, bringing out some flavor.

It wasn't the smell of blood, but a very strange smell.

Liang Xiaoxiao stood in front of the forest with his sword horizontally guarded to prevent Chen Changsheng from escaping into the forest with his Ye Shibu, and kept a little further away.

Those two women were witch spirits, their senses were very sharp, and they were right in front of Chen Changsheng, very close, so they smelled this smell.

It's really not the smell of blood, nor sweetness, nor the smell of pig iron in the depths of winter, but a... fragrance.

The fragrance was very light, like the orchid in the deep valley, but extremely fragrant, as if the orchid was right in front of them.

The fragrance is the scent released by some kind of crystal clear fruit in the process of slowly ripening. It is also like the freshness brought by the mountain wind blowing in the pine valleys all night long, and it seems to be the scent of the sun shining on the beach when it rises. The salty flavor evaporated from the stone is extremely complex yet extremely simple, extremely mellow yet extremely clean.

That night a few years ago, this smell once made countless magical beings uneasy in the heavy fog behind Xining Town.

A year ago, this smell once made the little girl next door to the National Education College jump over the wall.

Except for the night of Destiny Star, this smell has not appeared on Chen Changsheng's body for a long time, even if he bled in the great trial battle or was bloody and bloody in the underground space. However, in the Tomb of Heaven's Book, After viewing the monument at night, this taste reappeared, it was in his blood.

The closer we are to nature, the clearer our lives are, the more we can smell this smell, and the more we cannot refuse it, the more we want to get closer to it.

Luoluo, who possesses the talent of the Baidi clan, would behave like that. How could these two women who were spirits be able to withstand it?

In just an instant, they were drunk and crazy, as if they had returned to the sea of ​​flowers where they were born.

The vibrating speed of the pair of light wings behind them gradually slowed down, appearing extremely gentle, without any power at all, more like fanning the wind.

Chen Changsheng didn't understand what was happening, but he knew that this was his last chance to escape.

Liang Xiaoxiao couldn't smell that smell, so he was very awake and alert. Soon he noticed something strange by the lake. With a sudden look on his face, the cold sword came out of his hand. Iron Cliff, the most majestic and strongest defensive force among the Lishan Swords, The three moves were executed in succession, forming an insurmountable barrier between Chen Changsheng and the lake.

He hoped to use this as a hindrance to wait until the two women returned to normal.

He was convinced that no matter how well Chen Changsheng understood the Lishan Sword Technique and no matter how unpredictable the Yeshi Steps were, he would not be able to pass through the Iron Cliff Three Styles in such a short time.

But Chen Changsheng didn't use Ye Shibu.

The sword wind is blowing by the lake, and the sword power is rising!

Wenshui Three Styles Sunset Hanging!

He reversed his sword moves, using the sword as a person and the person as a sword, and threw himself directly from the lake into the air.

At that time, the sunset was red and hanging in the western sky.

There is still a sunset on the lake that has become a little gloomy.

Chen Changsheng rose into the air, passed Liang Xiaoxiao's sword, flew high into the sky, and then fell to the lake.

He fell into the reflection of the setting sun on the lake!

Water splashes everywhere!

The two women woke up with a start. There was still a slightly confused look in their eyes. They didn't know what happened at that moment. The next moment, all the confused looks turned into anger!

Seeing that the difficult young man was finally going to be killed, how could he be allowed to escape!

The light wings vibrated rapidly, and an ear-painful buzzing sound sounded from the lakeside.

A stream of light shot straight into the center of the lake, then suddenly turned in the air and shot into the lake.

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The sky was already dark, and the reflection of the setting sun on the lake could not illuminate a large area at all. The clear and transparent lake water during the day has now become a bit dark, especially in the depths of the lake. It is extremely dark and difficult to see, as if it were ink. Only in this way, the light in the distance becomes more and more eye-catching.

Chen Changsheng moved his legs and swam desperately toward the light. He remembered clearly that that was the passage through which he and Zhexiu came.

However, before he had swam more than ten feet, a huge pressure came from the lake behind him.

He didn't need to look back to know that the two women were chasing him.

The light wings vibrated sharply in the depths of the lake, like two paddles that would never get tired, driving the bodies of the two women, breaking through a clear water line, and shooting towards him.

The water in the lake was stirred into chaos, as if it were boiling.

Chen Changsheng knew that it was too late to swim to the light, so he turned around in the water, held the dagger in his hand again, and moved his legs quickly, maintaining a backward swimming posture while preparing for the arrival of his opponent.

The weak light spread in the lake. One of the two women was naked, and the other had a sword robe tightly wrapped around her body. They looked like two white fish. The light wings behind them illuminated the surrounding space, glowing with light. The blue light was very beautiful, and even at this moment, he was filled with admiration.

The water line continued to extend forward, and soon came to him.

Chen Changsheng held the sword and stabbed forward. Unexpectedly, the dignified woman became really angry and refused to dodge. She allowed him to stab the sword into her bulging chest, while her hands were like locks. She grabbed his hand, and almost at the same time, another woman wrapped herself around him, really wrapped her around him, hugged his left arm with both hands, and wrapped her tight legs around his waist.

The two light wings slowly closed together, like a shell.

Chen Changsheng was sealed in the wings of light, closely leaning against the two women.

If it is not a life and death struggle, or cuddling, it is a better description of the scene at this time.

So close.

They looked at each other's faces, their eyebrows slightly deformed in the lake water.

The dignified woman looked indifferent.

The mature and charming woman had a hint of teasing and apology in her eyes.

The depths of the lake are getting darker and darker, and the bottom of the lake is even more so, like an abyss, like night.

The night was the most unfamiliar to him and the one he least wanted to enter.

Only the pair of light wings still emitted light.

In the cold lake water, falling towards the deathly night, Chen Changsheng's vision became a little blurry.

He knew he had to take the risk and do that thing, otherwise it would be too late to regret it when his consciousness was blurred.

He now regrets that he should not have let the black dragon leave. Although it cannot help him fight, there must be other ways in this lake.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sword intent.

The sword intent was very faint, but very refreshing.

He remembered that before coming here, when he was standing by the pool, he also sensed a sword intention.

Is this the sword intention?

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The sword intent of the three-story iron cliff by the lake gradually dissipated.

Looking at the calm lake surface, Liang Xiaoxiao was silent for a long time.

From entering Lishan Sword Sect to now, his life has undoubtedly been very successful.

But the most successful moment, when he thought about it, was the moment when his sword pierced Qijian's abdomen not long ago.

Of course, that was also his saddest moment.

When do you fail most?

He used to think it was the moment when he met his senior brother after going up Mount Li.

Because from that moment on, he knew that he would never be able to catch up with his senior brother in this life.

But now, he no longer thinks so.

The most failed moment in his life, or every moment when he met Chen Changsheng.

Fortunately, the man died.

Liang Xiaoxiao sheathed his sword, turned and walked towards the mountain forest behind the lake, thinking silently that as long as everyone who came to the lake was killed, then this trip to Zhouyuan would be a success.

The figure in the mountain forest has been gone for a long time, and it was very fast. It was a veritable escape. However, the world on this side of the lake is very small compared to the vast Zhou Garden. Where can he escape to?

It didn't take long for him to find the person.

Zhuang Huanyu has never been known for his handsomeness. Most of his reputation in Kyoto comes from his talent for monasticism. Among the students of the Sixth Academy of Qingteng, he has always been considered a very simple person, but after all, he is from the Tiandao Academy. Proud, although the clothes are simple, they are clean and there is nothing rude about them.

At this time, he was in a very embarrassed state. His clothes were full of tears from branches, there were grass clippings on his face, and he had lost one of his shoes.

Moreover, he was also very rude.

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