Fighter of the Destiny

With a snap, the dagger in Chen Changsheng's hand accurately hit Nan Ke's wrist. If it weren't for Nan Ke's previous finger that was too magical, the dagger blade floated like catkins. He wanted to kill Nan Ke in the shortest possible time. Even if she falls, he can only go with the flow. He can even forcefully turn his wrist and hit her wrist with the edge of his sword.

Even if he couldn't, his seemingly tiny falling sword still contained great power. Even an adult demon general couldn't turn a blind eye. However, Nan Ke's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't feel anything. The sword was as sharp as a tail feather. Although her fingers deviated from the original direction, they still continued to move forward forcefully and accurately stabbed his chest and abdomen!

A spring thunder exploded on the high platform in front of the mausoleum. Chen Changsheng's body turned into a stream of light and swept backwards. With a dull impact, he fell heavily on the stone door of the mausoleum. Smoke and dust flowed along the cracks in the door and between the stone door and the ground. The gap between them splashed out and spread over the stone platform, making the picture a little blurry.

Amidst the friction between his clothes and the rough stone surface, Chen Changsheng slipped from the stone door to the ground. His knees were slightly bent, his face was pale, and the blood that was about to burst out of his throat was forcefully swallowed back into his stomach. The sea of ​​consciousness was shaken by the violent shock. The pain it caused could not be eliminated. What was even more frightening was that countless stone fragments fell from the spiritual mountain where the Nether Palace was located in his body. Nanke's seemingly random blow almost caused him serious injury.

The bent knees gradually straightened, and the surging blood and essence gradually calmed down. He stood up, stared into Nanke's eyes, and waited for the next attack.

Nanke did not immediately launch a second attack, but looked at his left hand.

Chen Changsheng held a dagger in his right hand and a yellow paper umbrella in his left hand. After walking out of the mausoleum, he kept this umbrella in his hand.

Nan Ke's fingers failed to stab his chest and abdomen directly before, but instead stabbed on the umbrella surface.

Like many little girls, Nanke's eyebrows were very thin and a little light. When he looked at the yellow paper umbrella in his hand, his eyebrows were raised, looking a little surprised. She had heard the two maids Hua Cui and Ning Qiu's detailed reports about the battle with Chen Changsheng, and knew that this human boy had an old umbrella that was a little weird. However, it wasn't until the previous moment when the terrifying murderous intent and power in her fingers were all blocked by that umbrella that she understood what the so-called weirdness was. But what really surprised her was that Chen Changsheng stood up instead of being knocked down.

Even with the old umbrella whose defensive capabilities were beyond imagination, most of his power must fall on Chen Changsheng. He is not Xu Yourong, nor is he the demon princess named Luo Luo. He does not have a strong enough bloodline talent. Even if it was a perfect cleansing of the marrow, it was logically impossible for him to withstand it. How could he still stand up?

She didn't think much about it, because some accidents could not change the situation.

This great mausoleum will be inherited by her, and Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng, the adulterous couple, will inevitably die in her hands.

Your steps are wrong. She looked at Chen Changsheng and said.

The beasts on the grassland behind her were like a sea, and the shadows in the sky were like night.

When she said this, she raised her chin slightly and looked indifferent. She was obviously much shorter than Chen Changsheng, but she was condescending. She was obviously younger than Chen Changsheng, but her tone of voice seemed to be educating her own students. She is just a petite and even thin girl, but she is like a great master.

Chen Changsheng knew what she said was right. His Yeshi Step was inspired by the Yeshi tribesman who assassinated Luo Luo and was discovered in Dao Zang. It is just a simplified version. To be more precise, this version of Ye Shi Step was originally taught in the state religion countless years ago. An imitation attempted by one of the great sages of the past.

Nanke is not a member of the Ye Shi Clan, but she is a member of the royal family with the noblest and purest blood among the demon clan. Her bloodline talent allows her to master the Ye Shi Step, and it is a perfect version of the Ye Shi Step.

He just used Ye Shibu to fight her, which had to be said to be a very stupid thing.

The reason why Nan Ke said this was because Chen Changsheng's treacherous words from the National Education Academy had a very clear meaning of admonishment, which made her very unhappy. She wanted him to understand who was qualified to teach the other party.

After saying this, her goal was achieved, so she naturally wouldn't say any more nonsense.

Her figure suddenly disappeared at the edge of the stone platform, and the next moment, she appeared in front of Chen Changsheng again, still stabbing out his eyebrow with one finger.

A few dozen days ago, in the wetland on the edge of the grassland, Chen Changsheng looked at her on the shore and said that she was sick, that she had cross-eyes, and that the pinecone orifice between her eyebrows was being held up by a powerful soul. Then Today she was going to poke a bloody hole between his eyebrows to see if there was any problem inside. She also wanted to see which one was more ugly, three eyes or cross-eyes.

She is a demon princess with amazing blood talent, but she is still a teenage girl after all, so anger is inevitable, but her attacks are definitely not child's play, they are very terrifying.

After the previous move failed miserably, Chen Changsheng knew for sure that he could not be faster than her, either in terms of movement or sword speed, so he had no way to attack her, so he could only defend.

The cold wind suddenly rose in the mausoleum, as if it was the middle of winter. Countless rays of sword light lit up around him, and then disappeared, like the first ray of sunlight in the morning lighting up the snowflakes in front of the village.

Xuan Shuang's cold energy came out with the force of the sword, turning into hundreds of ice mirrors in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. The shape and texture of those ice mirrors were extremely smooth, and each mirror was his sword intention.

There was only a crisp sound, and the ice mirror turned into countless frost flakes and flew out, forming a snowball in the dark sky, and then shattered.

Almost at the same moment, dozens of ice mirrors in front of him shattered at the same time.

A strange snow fell in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. The snow particles were very hard and even icy, and the cold wind became even stronger.

A clear hole appeared in the wind and snow, and anyone could see that it was the result of a thin figure.

The cold wind blew on Chen Changsheng's face, making his slender eyelashes tremble and unable to stay still.

Nan Ke's figure appeared, with the same thin finger still piercing his forehead.

With a crash, Chen Changsheng opened the yellow paper umbrella with his left hand, and slashed down the dagger in his right hand, the real sword of the National Education Academy!

Nan Ke's fingertips fell on the umbrella, as if a branch had penetrated the wet and heavy quilt, making a slight muffled sound.

Then she retreated, avoiding the extremely pure sword force, and stood back on the edge of the stone platform, her wings slowly fluttering in the falling snow and frost.

Her fingers were not branches, but mountains.

Chen Changsheng's body was knocked away again and hit the stone door of the mausoleum heavily.

He was standing very close to the stone door, but the impact was harder. Even the rain and snowflakes accumulated on the ground were shaken by the impact.

The smoke and dust rose again, and he slipped from the stone door of the mausoleum to the ground. This time it took him longer to stand up with difficulty, and the smoke and dust had subsided by then.

Looking at Nanke standing on the edge of the stone platform, his eyes did not waver, but he was a little helpless.

This little princess of the demon clan is really too powerful, to a terrifying level.

Regardless of the quantity and vigor of his true energy, his level of cultivation and combat consciousness, as well as the most basic and important strength and speed, he was far inferior to his opponent.

Now the heart of his sword is clear, and the intention of the sword is pure and dust-free. It is perfect, just like the ice mirrors he used to chop out with his sword.

However, these perfect ice mirrors condensed with perfect sword intent were... vulnerable in front of this little demon princess.

She is a mountain.

No matter how beautiful the garden architecture is, no matter how harmonious the mood is, no matter how powerful the body is, no matter how cold the sword intention is, they will all be crushed directly into powder by this mountain.

How can I defeat her?

Unless he has the same bloodline talent and the same amount of true energy as hers.

But he didn't.

The cut pulse in his body destined that it would be difficult for him to live beyond the age of twenty. It also destined that his path of cultivation would be much more difficult than that of a normal practitioner in some aspects, no matter how much starlight he attracted and stored outside the Youfu. There are many lakes, no matter how thick the snowfield is in the wilderness, no matter how violently it burns without fear of death, it still cannot output a sufficient amount of real energy.

Then he has only one way, and that is to make his sword stronger.

The Three Thousand Daozang and the Ten Thousand Sword Techniques are there for people to read and then practice. Even if they are memorized backwards, they are just the Three Thousand Daozang and the Ten Thousand Sword Techniques.

If you want to make the sword stronger in a short period of time, it has nothing to do with the swordsmanship and moves, it can only make the sword's intention stronger.

In other words, find a more powerful sword intention.

Where can I find such a powerful sword intention?

Is this the end of everything?

No, Chen Changsheng didn't think so, because it was because of a sword intention that he walked through the long grassland and came to this mausoleum.

These days, he has been thinking about what the sword intention calling him here means, and whether the sword intention requires him to do something. Now it seems that this speculation may not be wrong, but at least at this moment , It’s not that the sword intention needs him, but that he needs the sword intention.

That sword intent is around this magnificent mausoleum, hidden for some reason.

That sword intent must be waiting for him.

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At dusk, the sun never sets on the grassland. The sky in the distance is obscured by that terrifying shadow. The cold and bloody smell from the tide of beasts on the grassland like a black ocean keeps floating into the air. I don’t know if it’s because of this. For these reasons, many clouds gradually gathered over the mausoleum, and the air became damp and cold.

Without any warning, a cold rain fell, wetting the boulders in the mausoleum and making the world darker.

Xu Yourong was wrapped in linen and leaned in the corner next to the main entrance of the mausoleum. Unexpectedly, he got wet from the cold rain.

Chen Changsheng stood in the cold rain holding a yellow paper umbrella, looking at Nan Ke on the edge of the stone platform, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

Not because Nan Ke radiated light, not because he thought of something, but because his sight went beyond Nan Ke and fell deep into the distant grassland, where he saw a rainbow.

That rainbow should actually be said to be a rainbow, because there are no colorful colors, it is just dazzling white.

The light in his eyes was the shadow of the rainbow.

The yellow paper umbrella in his hand trembled slightly.

The rainbow of light started dozens of miles away in the northwest.

There was no rain in the grassland there, and there were pools of water everywhere under the weeds and reeds, making it more like a sea.

There was a weed there, and it suddenly broke.

The calm, mirror-like water surface in the grass suddenly shattered.

Grass crumbles into crumbs, water crumbles into streaks.

Those lines are very similar to the common patterns on swords.

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(As for the annual ticket, everyone can vote for free every day. This is very serious. Moreover, when voting for works, once the two ends are scattered, the sub-editors will vomit blood... In fact, I am sure that this plot I can write about vomiting blood. I cannot say that I am not good at writing about battles because I have written many good battle scenes. However, when writing about battles, you really have to put in countless times of energy and low IQ. As everyone knows, I am still essentially a romance novel author, right? See you all tomorrow.)