Fighter of the Destiny

The wind was a bit cold, and it stung my face with a slight pain, but it was just a cold wind, not a spiritual attack from the old man playing the piano. Those water mist thoughts like mountain ghosts and witch tigers seemed to avoid the yellow paper umbrella, but they could not really avoid it.

The yellow paper umbrella in Chen Changsheng's hand was made from countless rare materials from the Tang family in Wenshui, and was made by Mr. Tang himself. If the umbrella holder is at a high level, it can completely block all mental attacks, even if he still has a high level now. Not enough, it is enough to block the black robe from observing outside Zhou Garden, so what does the old man's mental attack mean? But the action of the old man playing the piano represents a dangerous signal, which means that Nanke finally no longer insists on his pride, and the powerful demons will most likely take action together to launch a siege against him.

This fact made Chen Changsheng very wary. Teng Xiaoming and Liu Waner, the Demon General couple, have been standing quietly and silently under the Shinto. They are as low-key as their names, but he has never forgotten the terrifying strength displayed by this Demon General couple on the lakeside on the other side of the cliff. , this Demon General couple is actually a real powerhouse in the Star Gathering Upper Realm. Apart from peerless powerhouses like the Five Saints, Bafang Fengyu and Su Li, who can say that they can easily defeat them? Even if in order to enter the Zhou Garden, the Demon General couple forcibly lowered their realm and only retained the strength of the upper realm of Tongyou, but based on their combat experience and awareness, if they competed in combat power, they would most likely be even stronger than Nan Ke. .

Nan Ke's sword power has not yet been completely cut into pieces by his sword intent, and the starlight like a sea of ​​fireflies is still fluttering strongly in front of the yellow paper umbrella. His gaze goes over the edge of the yellow paper umbrella and Nan Ke's shoulder, and falls on it. Below the Shinto, his expression suddenly became serious. In the wind and rain, Liu Waner looked at him with a smile, looking very gentle and peaceful, like a mother leaning against the door waiting for her son to return, but the middle-aged man with a simple face could no longer be seen beside her. He went where?

Suddenly, there was a loud sound like spring thunder in the sky above Shinto! The cold wind passing through the tombs seemed to have stopped at this moment, but the falling rain became more violent.

Chen Changsheng looked up and saw a black spot appearing in the dark sky.

The black spot fell faster and faster with the majestic rainstorm. In a very short period of time, it grew countless times in size, becoming as big as a mountain in his eyes.

The Twenty-Four Demons turned Teng Xiaoming into a heavy mountain. Holding the ordinary-looking pole in his hand, the wind and rain fell from the sky, whistling and breaking the wind, its power was unparalleled!

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng's face turned pale for a moment, but his eyes remained as calm as before, without any fear. The dagger in his right hand pierced the falling rain curtain and faced it.

The yellow paper umbrella in his left hand is resisting Nan Ke's two stars, and Wu Hu's full force pounces in the sound of the piano. There is no way to move. If he wants to use the yellow paper umbrella to block Teng Xiaoming's move, remember , there is only one way to hide in the yellow paper umbrella. But then he would have no way out and could only be beaten passively, so he had no choice but to draw his sword. In such a tense moment, he did not forget to separate the sword intention in the yellow paper umbrella and transport it into the dagger.

There was a loud bang! The stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum shook violently. The rainwater on the ground was tearing and deforming like a frightened ghost, trying to escape, turning into a large mist. In the rear corner of the mist, Xu Yourong was affected by the vibration. His face instantly turned pale, and he could no longer hold on. He felt extremely uncomfortable, so he closed his eyes and began to adjust his breath to resist.

Water mist falls. Chen Changsheng was still standing on the same spot, but he was shorter than before. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that his feet had sunk deeply into the hard bluestone floor, up to his knees!

Teng Xiaoming's heavy blows falling from the rain sky were really terrifying. Chen Changsheng relied on the dagger and the strand of sword intent to receive the heavy blow. Even the body that had been bathed in the black dragon's true blood seemed to be broken into pieces, from the center of his eyebrows to the collarbone to the cervical vertebrae and then to the ankles. Every bone was in unbearable pain, and his right hand kept shaking, like a seriously ill old man. If he didn't know that he would definitely die without the sword, how could his right hand still hold the hilt of the sword.

Teng Xiaoming stood in the heavy rain with an expressionless face.

The pole he is holding in his right hand is actually an iron rod, which is as thick as an ordinary person's arm. It is made of the secret iron of the Magic Mountain mixed with two ounces of meteorites and real gold. It is extremely hard. On the snowy battlefield, it killed many Zhou soldiers. Strong man, at this time, there were dozens of extremely deep sword marks on the iron rod, especially the top part, which was cut off in half.

The iron rod and Chen Changsheng's dagger only met for an instant before being cut with so many sword marks. It has to be said that the sharpness of the dagger has reached an unimaginable level, and the sword intention is even more powerful and fierce. It's chilling. But Teng Xiaoming had no reaction to this. He looked at Chen Changsheng silently, like a real mountain. No matter how violent the wind and rain were, it could not shake his body at all, giving people a particularly solemn feeling.

This is the real strong man. Chen Changsheng looked at the demon man standing in the rain, and naturally had this thought, and then more thoughts. As Nan Ke said before, he can only exert the true power of that sword to one of a thousand. How can he defeat such a powerful opponent? The most important thing is that with his current level of strength, if he wants to block or even defeat this iron rod, the combination of the sword intention and the short sword is far from enough. He needs a sword that can better exert the power of the sword intention. .

He needs a heavier sword.

Just when he was thinking about these things, Teng Xiaoming raised the iron rod in his hand again. The iron rod densely covered with sword marks seemed even more terrifying than before. The heavy rain around the iron rod suddenly dispersed. . A thunderous sound sounded from the Shinto, and iron rods roared through the air, avoiding all the wind and rain along the way.

At this time, Nan Ke's sword power had been completely cut into pieces by the sword intent emitted by the yellow paper umbrella, and the old man's mental attack was also blocked. At this time, Chen Changsheng could try to use the yellow paper umbrella to catch the iron rod. His face was still pale, but it was no longer because of nervousness, but because the rain was too cold, and because he was uneasy about the last thought in his mind.

He could use the yellow paper umbrella to block the iron rod, but he didn't want to, because he had a vague feeling that although the sword intent attached to the yellow paper umbrella was extremely powerful, it was not for his current state. The best way to catch this iron rod. He still felt that he needed a heavier sword.

In fact, he had no choice but to use the yellow paper umbrella, because he did not have a heavier sword. But... he just felt that he should have an epee.

Just when Chen Changsheng had this idea, something happened somewhere in the grassland south of the mausoleum.

The rain in the distance was much lighter than the rain at the mausoleum. The water in the grass was gently beaten by the drizzle, but suddenly, for some reason, the ground of the grassland sank downwards, as if it was collapsing! The water in the grassland and the rain in the sky were instantly condensed into a water ball, becoming extremely dense, as if there was something extremely heavy underground that was attracting everything around it.

An angry howl sounded from deep in the dark sky. This whistle came from the big roc. What on earth is about to come out that makes it so angry? Can you even hear its vigilance and uneasiness?

The heavy iron rod broke through the wind and rain on the Shinto and arrived in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. It was only more than ten feet away from Chen Changsheng. However, he did not raise the yellow paper umbrella. He even retracted his dagger with a clear sound. In the sheath!

He himself didn't know why he did this, why he sheathed his sword?

At this moment, there was a loud rumbling sound outside the mausoleum, as if a real wind and thunder came to the ground. Compared with the sound of wind and thunder, the sound of wind and thunder held by the iron rod was like the sound of firecrackers burned by children during the New Year.

A dark object broke through the heavy rain, came to Chen Changsheng, and then stood still.

It was a sword. It was dark and made of unknown material. There was no pattern on the sword, and it was not smooth. It looked extremely rough. It didn't even have a blade, as if the casting work had not been completed. In short, this iron sword has no characteristics and does not exude any eye-catching aura. It is just wide, straight, long, thick and black, so it looks... heavy.

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Chen Changsheng wanted a heavier sword.

Then a heavy sword appeared in front of him, hovering quietly in the wind and rain.

The hilt of the iron sword pointed downwards, making it easy for him to hold it as long as he stretched out his hand. The posture of the iron sword was so comfortable that he raised his hand without even thinking about it.

His right hand passed through several layers of rain curtains that seemed to be still, and grasped the hilt of the sword.

The hilt of this iron sword was also very thick, very thick, and very rough. His palm and the surface of the hilt seemed to be completely together, and he could clearly feel a heavy feeling. Something happened at this moment. The sword intent attached to the yellow paper umbrella did not follow Chen Changsheng's spiritual command and entered the iron sword through his body, because there was a sword intent in the iron sword, and the sword intent in the yellow paper umbrella His sword intention disdains or does not want to compete with that powerful sword intention. With Chen Changsheng's current realm and swordsmanship, he was still unable to accurately perceive the power of the sword intention in the iron sword, but he could clearly feel that the sword intention was as heavy as the iron sword.

He retracted his hand and took out the iron sword from the rain.

To remove this heavy iron sword from the rain requires extremely strong strength. At the same time, this heavy iron sword also gave him an extremely powerful force. Then he swung his iron sword and slashed at the iron rod that broke through the rain.

The iron sword and the iron rod met in the heavy rain.

There was a very short period of silence, and then there was a continuous sound of wind and thunder. The rainwater was shattered and turned into thousands of water arrows, shooting in a circle in all directions. Countless small and deep holes were drilled into the cliff in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. It was riddled with holes. A clear light came from Xu Yourong The Wu bow behind her spread out, protecting her, but it could not protect Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng's clothes were full of tiny holes, like leaves eaten by insects, floating in the rain. His face was extremely pale, and his feet were still stuck in the hard bluestone ground, surrounded by spider web-like cracks. , looking a little miserable.

But he didn't take a step back.

The powerful demon general retreated and was knocked back more than a hundred feet. He fell heavily into the rain and kept vomiting blood. The iron rod in his hand was bent at an extremely exaggerated angle.

The rainstorm was still thundering, and there was dead silence up and down the Shinto.

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(Today there is an advance report that will be updated very late. I have mentioned it in the book, in the group, and on the WeChat official account, but some readers still haven’t seen it. Now that I think about it, the easiest way is to trouble everyone to follow the WeChat official account. That way Sometimes if you have something to do, you can tell everyone directly. This is the chapter today, and it will be 7,000 words tomorrow.)