Fighter of the Destiny

Under the dark twilight, the beast tide was like a black ocean. In front of the black sea stood five powerful demons. There was a larger shadow in the sky, which seemed to be the reflection of this black ocean.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong stood on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, looking at this spectacular and horrifying scene across thousands of feet of shrine, and at the little girl in the front who was holding countless wireless black wooden weapons. He knew that the previous calculation was correct. The soul hub was in front of the black sarcophagus, but the soul wood was in the hands of the demons.

Xu Yourong said with some regret: I have practiced Taoism since I was a child, but I believe that Tao is not Tao. The so-called deduction is just talking about human affairs. Now it seems that you and I can only rely on fate.

Chen Changsheng looked at the black sea in front of the mausoleum and the shadows in the sky, and said, I believe there is such a thing as fate, but I don't believe that fate can determine everything.

When he said this, he was very serious and calm. Only the final sound of the last word trembled slightly, indicating that he was still a little nervous. He calmed down and continued: The soul tree is indeed in the hands of the demons. No wonder we didn’t encounter any monsters all the way to Zhou Ling, but...these demons could have controlled the monsters to kill us a long time ago, so why didn’t they do this instead of helping us clear the way?”

Xu Yourong said: The last time I passed by the patch of autumn reeds, I said that the most likely reason is that they need us to help guide them.

From this point of view, in the eyes of the demons, Zhou Ling's position is at least far more important than his and her life and death. Why are the demons looking for Zhou Ling? Is there something inside that they must get? No matter how you think about it, it should be the Two-Breaking Sword Technique carved on the wall of the black stone coffin. Thinking of this, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong looked at each other.

Now that the Two-Breaking Sword Art has been destroyed, only by reuniting the words and pictures recited in their minds can the Sword Art be restored.

Use this to threaten the demons in exchange for a way out? he asked with his eyes.

It's useless. Xu Yourong looked at the cold eyes of the little girl below the Shinto and shook his head.

The phoenix and the peacock, fateful rivals, two geniuses of different races, met in the Zhou Garden, triggering so many subsequent stories.

In the decisive and even brutal battle at the top of Muyu Peak, no matter what terrifying level of strength Nan Ke showed, she responded calmly and remained victorious. Even when the old man playing the harp finally joined the battle, she was seriously injured and fell into the abyss. , just when he was about to enter a desperate situation, his bloodline awakened for the second time, gave birth to white wings, and flew away through the night sky.

If it weren't for saving Chen Changsheng, she would be the undoubted winner in this battle, as long as she could leave Zhou Garden alive. However, although her life is temporarily safe, she is still weak and exhausted, and has no ability to fight again. battle, and Nanke has obviously recovered as before, as powerful as the top of Muyu Peak, and even more domineering.

Should you regret it? She should regret it, she looked at Chen Changsheng calmly and said nothing.

Chen Changsheng didn't know that she was looking at him, because he was staring at the black ocean in front of the mausoleum.

The black ocean was composed of thousands of monsters, and countless powerful and bloody auras rose into the sky, as if they were about to lift the sky above the grassland.

In the beast tide, there were gray dragons, demon vultures, and many demon beasts whose auras were so powerful that his consciousness could not detect them, not to mention the terrifying shadow behind the sky.

If the monsters in the grasslands from all directions start to attack, this black ocean can directly submerge this tomb. Not to mention him, even those powerful god generals at the peak of gathering stars, and maybe even saints from the holy realm can only stay away. Unless Zhou Du|fu is resurrected, who can fight against such a terrifying beast tide with the strength of one person?

But I don’t know whether it’s because the aura of Zhou Du|husband remains in this mausoleum, or because it’s controlled by the black wood that emits countless lights. Although the beast tide is a little frivolous, especially those who have been beheaded by Xu Yourong many of his companions. The gray dragons and demonic vultures kept emitting shrill screams, but they always stayed ten miles away from the mausoleum and did not take a step closer.

The black ocean is a curtain, and a gorgeous stream of light is drawn on it.

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng recalled the unforgettable encounter in the lake dozens of days ago. His pupils narrowed slightly and the hand holding the sword hilt tightened subconsciously.

The stream of light instantly crossed the seemingly long Shinto Road, arrived at the middle of the mausoleum hundreds of feet high, and landed in the air in front of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.

Beautiful and agile light wings flapped gently in the dim light. Between the light wings were two beautiful women who seemed to be connected into one body.

They all have very beautiful eyebrows, but their appearance and temperament are very different, and can even be said to be completely opposite. One is dignified, the other is charming, the other has flowing eyes, full of charm, like a beauty from a flower country, and the other has quiet eyes. , pure and lovely, like ladies, standing side by side, giving people a great visual and spiritual impact.

If Chen Changsheng were older, he might be able to appreciate this temptation better, but he is only fifteen years old now, and he is devoted to cultivating Taoism and seeking immortality. He has never considered those aspects. In his eyes, these two women She was still the same terrifying witch who almost killed her in that lake.

Xu Yourong said: They are Nanke's two wings, or two attendants, one is called Huacui and the other is called Ningqiu.

This was the first time that Chen Changsheng knew their names. He was slightly startled, and then looked at them with other emotions in his eyes.

Chatting with Xu Yourong along the way, he learned that the pair of Nanke wings were indeed spiritual bodies sacrificed by the Zhuyin Witch Club in a certain way. They had spiritual consciousness and self-awareness, but they had to obey their master's orders all their lives. Regardless of themselves, as long as the owner has the slightest thought, they will disappear into ashes and die.

Hearing these two names at this time, he didn't like them. Paint green? Ningqiu? This is the most common origin of the name of a maid, giving people a feeling of being cowardly and humble, unable to live happily. Of course, he knew that they definitely did not choose this name by themselves. What he didn't like was the demon princess who gave them such names and could fuck them to death.

The Nanke double waiters serve their master every day, and there is no way to see the meaning in his eyes.

Hua Cui was the charming beauty with a very soft waist and soft eyes. She looked at Chen Changsheng with watery eyes and said in an extremely soft voice, What a loving child.

Ningqiu was that lady with a beautiful face and an extremely dignified temperament, but she didn't like the sympathy or even pity in his eyes. She thought to herself that day at the lakeside, you almost died in the hands of the two of us, but you actually sympathized with us. It is so ridiculous and disrespectful to have life and death controlled by the master.

With a hint of anger, she rushed towards the stone platform.

Ouch! Why are you so anxious! I haven't even talked to him yet!

Hua Cui was led by her to fly up to the stone platform, speaking in a panic. She seemed to be in a hurry, but her fingertips were already glowing with a faint green light, which was extremely sinister.

Amidst the chissing sound, countless green lights appeared in the air in front of the high platform of the mausoleum, and they were dotted with stars.

Those green lights are the poison of peacock feathers. Once they enter the flesh and blood, they will definitely die.

When they were fighting by the lake, they tried every means but failed to pierce Chen Changsheng's skin. However, they still attacked like this. They must have hidden other means.

Xu Yourong watched this scene quietly, holding a long bow in his right hand, tapping his fingers in a certain rhythm on the smooth and ancient bow, ready to take action at any time when Chen Changsheng was unable to respond.

She indeed no longer had any fighting ability at this time, but at least she could still use the Wu bow to withstand the enemy's blow. Chen Changsheng did not give her this chance. He took a step forward with his right foot. The sole of his shoe made a splash of water on the stone platform. The power was transferred from his waist to his shoulders and then to his wrist. The dagger turned into a straight line and moved towards the stone platform. Stung outside the edge!

There was a crisp sound, and the air outside the edge of the stone platform seemed to have been directly pierced by his sword.

What's even more amazing is that around the straight line pierced by his sword, countless white snowflakes suddenly condensed in the air. Those snowflakes were at least ten times larger than naturally formed snowflakes, beautiful and concrete.

Snowflakes fell, covering the pair of light wings.

The two attendants in the Light Wings, even in terms of individual combat power, are in the upper realm of Tongyou. Like him, after being combined, their combat effectiveness has increased dramatically. Therefore, Chen Changsheng, who only fought at the lakeside that day, did not have any chance. Today, for In front of their master, they secretly prepared other methods. However, they did not expect that all subsequent methods were defeated by Chen Changsheng's sword before they had time to be used.

The sword used by Chen Changsheng has not been seen on the mainland for at least more than ten years. It only appeared once during the imperial examination two months ago, so no one could recognize it.

He used the stick from the National Education Academy.

If we want to talk about the speed of the sword, the back-mountain stick of the National Education Academy is not as good as the Linguang Sword of Tiandaoyuan. If we want to talk about the strength of the sword, the back-mountain stick of the National Education Academy is not as good as the Wenshui Three Swords, and it is not as good as the wind and rain swords of the Lishan Sword Sect. Sword, but Shanshan stick was a stick method used by teachers at the National Education College to educate students who violated the rules. The most important thing is the word reason.

His sword may seem unreasonable, but it actually makes sense. The reason lies in the cold air of mysterious frost attached to the sword and the thousands of snowflakes falling above the stone platform.

The speed of Nanke Shuangshi was so fast that it was meaningless for him to use Ye Shibu. Moreover, the area of ​​​​the stone platform was too small to use it conveniently. He also had no way to fight the opponent in the air, so he had to limit the opponent's speed and use this The battle is controlled in a relatively small space.

At the same time, the biggest obstacle to the National Education College lies in the word strictness.

Being strict means not being accommodating, you...can't avoid it!

These two words are the heart of Chen Changsheng's sword.

Coupled with the cold air of Xuan Shuang, this sword can be said to be extremely cold.

The snowflakes fell and touched those faint green lights, instantly turning the color of those green lights into extremely gray.

The cold sword force took advantage of the situation and stabbed the two women in the light wings.

A strange cry of anger and unwillingness suddenly sounded in the air in front of the mausoleum stone platform.

The light wings moved rapidly, and the snowflakes were blown away, and they instantly retreated dozens of feet away.

Hua Cui and Ning Qiu looked pale.

A stream of blood slowly flowed down from between their bodies.

Looking at Chen Changsheng standing on the edge of the stone platform holding a sword, their eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

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(I went home yesterday and drove a thousand kilometers. Although I was tired, I was actually very satisfied. There will be a second chapter today, but I can’t guarantee that it will be written before seven o’clock. I will update it whenever I finish it. .)