Fighter of the Destiny

Nan Ke followed the Shinto to a place dozens of feet away in front of the stone platform. Looking at the scene in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, he felt slightly strange. Xu Yourong's eyes were closed, and her pale face looked peaceful, as if what was about to happen had nothing to do with her. This gesture represents her absolute trust in someone. That person was naturally Chen Changsheng standing on the edge of the stone platform.

Nan Ke looked at Chen Changsheng, a little confused. Even if he was Xu Yourong's fiancé, how could he make her trust him so much? Chen Changsheng was also looking at her. That morning, at the lakeside covered with reeds, he only met Nanke once, and then turned around and entered the grassland. It took dozens of days before he saw this terrifying demon girl again.

It is not accurate to say that she is a girl. Her childish features are probably no more than ten years old. The distance between her eyes is slightly wider, so that her forehead also looks a bit wide. Her eyes are indifferent or dull, giving people a dull feeling. This was precisely because the peacock soul in her eyebrows was too powerful. He confirmed that he was not wrong at first, and this little girl was indeed sick. He thought for a while and said nothing. After running away in the grassland for such a long time, he had already thought clearly that cross-eyes was indeed not a nice word. Moreover, he was very nervous at this time, and his hand holding the hilt of the dagger did not sweat. , but the knuckles are a little white.

——He now knows that Nanke is the princess of the Demon Clan, and is said to be the one with the highest bloodline talent among all the children of the Demon Lord. What is even more frightening is that she is the only disciple of the mysterious and powerful Demon Clan strategist in black robe. . At the lakeside over there, he couldn't even defeat Nanke's two maids. Even if his swordsmanship has been greatly improved now, how can he be her opponent?

A real battle never has a prologue. This battle that takes place on the stone platform of the mausoleum will determine Zhou Ling's ownership and the final success or failure of the demon clan's grand conspiracy. Naturally, there will be no such long-winded lines and temptations. , without any delay or warning, as the wind blew around the tomb, the battle began.

The dark green wings fluttered in the wind behind Nan Ke, and there was a soft buzzing sound, which meant that the air was rapidly deforming and being shaken. Her petite body disappeared from the place in an instant, and the next moment she came to Chen Changsheng's side. In front of her, she stretched out her thin index finger, and with a terrifying aura, she stabbed directly between his eyebrows.

She came so quickly and moved even faster that Chen Changsheng, who had been accumulating momentum for a long time and had already pushed the sword's power to the extreme... had no time to draw out his sword. With her wings, she is so fast that it is unimaginable. She can probably be ranked at the top of the entire continent. Except for people like Jin Yulu, who can keep up?

At this time, any of Chen Changsheng's responses, such as drawing the sword, crossing the sword, stabbing, cutting, chopping, and teasing, were already too late.

He couldn't keep up with Nan Ke's speed and rhythm. Whenever he tried to make a move, he would be stabbed between the eyebrows by her fingertips first.

Her finger was very slender and looked ordinary, but the aura carried between her fingers was terrifying. Anyone could imagine what would happen if she was hit by this finger.

So he could only do nothing, retreat backwards, and then retreat into nothingness.

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Buzz! This soft sound came from Nan Ke's fingertips, and the terrifying force was condensed but not released. It failed to touch the center of Chen Changsheng's eyebrows, but it seemed as if the space at the edge of the stone platform was about to burst open.

Chen Changsheng suddenly disappeared in front of her eyes, which finally caused some changes in her dull expression.

This was something difficult to understand, but it actually didn't make her think too much, nor did it make her wary, because she understood it but didn't care.

Chen Changsheng's figure had just appeared at another place on the stone platform. She appeared almost at the same time, still pointing towards his eyebrows. This fact made Chen Changsheng somewhat unexpected. The other party could actually keep up with him? You know, this has nothing to do with speed. He uses the most mysterious and unpredictable method, the fastest evasion in a short distance.

His figure disappeared again, and Nanke's figure also disappeared. The next moment, his figure appeared in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, followed closely by Nan Ke's figure also appeared there. On the high platform in front of the mausoleum, there was no strong wind, only a gentle breeze, and two figures disappeared and appeared. Any sound that occurs is extremely weird.

Chen Changsheng had no way to get rid of her, no way to get rid of the thin fingers that were getting closer and closer to his eyebrows, no way to get rid of the terrifying breath and the smell of death.

He stepped forward from Xuesu to avoid the finger. When he emerged, he found that he had been forced to the edge of the cliff by Nanke.

In the imperial examination, at the lakeside, Ye Shibu, who had turned defeat into victory countless times, obviously meant nothing to Nanke.

But at least it bought him some time.

Between the silent and strange silhouettes passing by, time traveled a short distance, and finally he walked some distance, giving him the opportunity to draw his sword.

Through that thin finger, his gaze fell on her eyebrows, his expression extremely focused.

wipe! An extremely bright sword light appeared at the edge of the high platform, seeming to illuminate the dark sky.

He is also the backbone of the National Education Academy.

This is the stick technique, or sword technique, that he is most familiar with and loves the most, so it is the fastest.

But...it's still not as fast as Nan Ke, or in other words, Nan Ke is too strong, strong enough to break his sword easily.

To draw a sword, you need to move your wrist at least.

Just move your fingers.

Nanke's finger that stabbed between his eyebrows was slightly bent, and his fingertips struck his sword with pinpoint accuracy.

There was a clear ringing sound, as if a newly cast tile bell had been hit by a black stone carried by a swallow.

Chen Changsheng's dagger swung, and a force that was considered majestic and unbearable for him spread along the blade to his shoulder.

If it were an ordinary sword, Nanke would have broken it with just one finger.

If it were an ordinary human practitioner in the upper realm of Tongyou, Nanke's finger would shatter his shoulder.

Fortunately, this dagger is no ordinary sword. Chen Changsheng's body bathed in dragon's blood is even more perfect than a perfect marrow bath.

When Nan Ke's fingertips continued to move toward his eyebrows, the dagger in his hand swung back like a reed.

It was still the stick that brought down the State Education Academy, but this time it was no longer a stab, but a smash.

The dagger in his hand hit...Nan Ke's wrist.

He did not attack Nan Ke's eyebrows, because it was confirmed that the fundamental factor that determines speed is strength, and his speed could not exceed Nan Ke's.

He can only choose the method with the shortest attack distance.

This movement is very small, requires turning the wrist, and looks very casual.

At this moment, the sword is no longer a sword, but a teaching stick, or a real pointer.

What he used was no longer a swordsmanship, but a real stick.

He wanted to slap Nan Ke on the wrist, just like a teacher punishing a naughty student.

There was a snap.

He hit.

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(When writing a fight, I have to simulate it in my mind to make sure it can be played. Now I find that this is really tiring. I shake my head. The next chapter will be written very late.)