Fighter of the Destiny

When the sword intent entered the yellow paper umbrella, the world around the mausoleum was affected, but of course the first thing to change was the yellow paper umbrella itself.

The yellow paper umbrella is still as usual, old and slightly dirty, with no change in appearance, but the aura it exudes has changed a lot. This umbrella-shaped magic weapon with strong defense seems to have suddenly turned into an extremely sharp weapon. The sword, in Chen Changsheng's eyes, was clearly still an umbrella, but the feeling of the sword was clearly felt in his hand.

The faint blue sword light arrived, carrying Nan Ke's absolute murderous intention and extremely powerful true energy.

Chen Changsheng raised his yellow paper umbrella and rushed forward, like holding a round shield, trying to block the enemy's spear.

Tens of days ago, he often used this method when fighting the two maids at the lakeside on the cliff of Zhouyuan Mountain. But it was obvious that the yellow paper umbrella today had a lot of differences from the yellow paper umbrella that day. Big difference, because of that sword intention? But this is completely different from the previous use of his dagger to display his sword intent. They are two different concepts.

The difference is that with the sword intention, the yellow paper umbrella becomes extremely powerful, even a little scary.

On the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, countless sharp cutting sounds suddenly sounded. Those sounds seemed like cracks in the space or like turbulence in the air, rapid and short, but continuous. Countless seemingly subtle sword winds spurted out from the yellow paper umbrella, lingering around his body, spinning at high speed, cutting everything he encountered.

The rain-snow cliff path and the faint blue sword light.

The raindrops that fell from the sky were cut into powder, and the remaining snow on the ground was chopped into wadding. Countless deep sword marks appeared on the hard ground, stone walls, and even the main entrance of the mausoleum. As for the faint blue sword light that came from across the sky, before it had time to illuminate the two galaxies at the Southern Cross, it was chopped into ten thousand stars and dispersed along with the broken wind. .

Those sharp cutting sounds deepened and then disappeared.

Those subtle sword breezes gradually disappeared between the stone cliffs of the mausoleum and never appeared again.

The heavy rain continued to fall, but it seemed to be much more timid than before, especially the rain that fell on the yellow paper umbrella.

All was quiet.

The grassland below the mausoleum gradually became noisy. The tide of beasts like the black sea was making faint waves, and there were signs of commotion.

When the sword intention entered Chen Changsheng's body and was unleashed by him with his dagger, the beast tide could still remain calm. However, when the sword intention entered the yellow paper umbrella, it easily chopped Nan Ke's sword force into pieces. When something was proved, the thousands of monsters in the grassland could no longer control their emotions.

Some monsters tried to retreat timidly, and more monsters roared angrily towards the mausoleum. Countless roars came together, like thunder, about to lift the dark sky. If Nanke hadn't used soul wood to suppress it, , I am afraid that the black ocean formed by the beast tide has already surged towards Zhou Ling at this time.

Nanke didn't know why the monster reacted so strongly, because the appearance of the sword intention indicated that Jianchi might be about to appear? Then why was it that when the sword intent appeared earlier, the beast tide was not as turbulent as it is now? She was a little confused, and her eyes fell on Xu Yourong through the rain. She was the one who asked Chen Changsheng to abandon his sword and use an umbrella before.

There were all strong and masters in the field today. Xu Yourong was seriously injured and extremely weak. She closed her eyes most of the time and did not watch the battle, but she actually understood something. This made Nanke a little angry and unwilling, just like the feeling she had when the sword intention was used by Chen Changsheng.

I still have to quote Tang Sanshiliu's famous conclusion here. Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng are really two guys who are very good at making people have nothing to say.

Xu Yourong braced herself, looked at the commotion of beasts below the mausoleum, and said weakly: Close the umbrella.

Chen Changsheng listened to her words and closed the yellow paper umbrella.

When the umbrella is folded, it looks like a sword. Many people have similar experiences. In the streets after the rain stops, they use the umbrella tip to poke the soil and walls for fun.

Why? Because when the umbrella is folded, it looks like a sword.

At this time, the yellow paper umbrella held by Chen Changsheng in his left hand looked like a sword.

The tide of beasts around the mausoleum instantly became silent.

Those angry roars disappeared.

Those monster beasts that were making a fuss and trying to go to the mausoleum became a little frightened, as if something big was about to happen. Deep in the beast tide, those powerful monster beasts at the Star Gathering Level that looked like mountains and rivers began to exude a violent and bloody aura. The huge shadow in the sky became lower than before.

The sword pool is the biggest secret of Zhou Garden. Swords are the biggest taboo on the grassland.

What is the connection between this sword intention and the sword pool it represents, and the countless monster beasts that roam the grassland where the sun never sets? Xu Yourong silently deduced and calculated, his mind rapidly consumed, and his face became paler and paler. Finally, her eyes fell on the umbrella in Chen Changsheng's left hand, and she thought to herself, it seems that this is really the legendary yellow paper umbrella.

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The world outside Zhou Garden is still windy and snowy.

The huge shadow in the sky became lower than before. In the distance of the snowfield, the figures of more than ten demon generals stood like mountains and rivers, exuding a bloody and powerful aura. So far, one demon general has been killed, seven demon generals have been injured, and three of them have lost their limbs. The demons have already paid a heavy price.

The snowflakes fell on Su Li's shoulders and were cut into countless pieces in an instant.

There was blood on his sword, but no blood on his body. He seemed uninjured, but in fact it was extremely consumed. He could no longer perfectly condense the sword intention into his body and began to leak out.

The man in black robe sat cross-legged on the snow hill, looked at him and said calmly: Although your name is Su Li, you can't leave today.

Su Li looked at the shadow in the sky and remained silent.

What do you like to eat the most, what do you like least to eat, where have you been in recent years, how many people have you killed in Daxizhou, do you like mountains or the sea, how often do you write letters to your daughter, and when did you say hello? How long did it take to practice the first sword move after joining the Lishan Sword Sect? How many times did you and your master quarrel? After your master died in Zhou Garden, how many days did you cry...

The black robe gently stroked the square plate in front of his knees with his slender fingers and said: All the information I can collect about you has been used in this bureau. How can you leave?

Su Li withdrew his gaze, looked at him and said mockingly: What I dislike the most is people like you. You obviously have to rely on strength to fight for life and death in the end, but you always like to reason and talk about probabilities, even if you are about to die in the end. Even when you are dying, you still want to act like you have the pearls of wisdom in your hand, who are you pretending to?

A deep laughter sounded from the black robe: Of course it's for people like you who I count to death.

Su Li sneered and said, Do you really think everything can be calculated?

The black robe said: Why not?

Of course you know that stars can move. Since stars can move, how can there be an unchanging destiny? If there is no destiny, how can we calculate it?

Su Li looked at the night sky and did not see the two rivers of stars in the south. He only saw the snowflakes falling continuously in front of the shadow. He said in a clear voice: Everything in the world is changing all the time. The snow has been falling for a long time. , it is getting thicker and thicker, or there will be an avalanche at a certain moment, how can you calculate it?

The way of swordsmanship is not snow, and the practice of Taoism is not falling snow. Quantitative changes may not lead to qualitative changes, and desperate situations cannot allow you to break through.

The black robe knew what his Xueluo words meant, and said calmly: Because you are an unparalleled genius in the art of swordsmanship.

This sentence was a compliment, coming from the most mysterious demon strategist in the mainland. Even Su Li should feel proud, but this sentence was even more heart-wrenching.

If an unparalleled swordsman genius could break through, he would have broken through long ago, whether it was the horror between life and death or some other method.

The black robe continued: You are unable to achieve great perfection in the way of swordsmanship, not for any other reason. You have never lacked talent, understanding, determination, and even the most critical luck. The reason for this is that you lack the most important thing. One thing, that thing is crucial to the way of swordsmanship.”

Of course Su Li understood what he was talking about.

Kendo, you practice swords.

There was no emotion in the black robe's voice, and he made a cold conclusion: Without a sword worthy of you, your swordsmanship will never be complete.

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(The next chapter will be later, but try to come out before eleven o'clock.)