Fighter of the Destiny

Why? Xu Yourong's face turned pale.

The door to Zhouyuan is about to open. Chen Changsheng glanced at Youpeng, but what he was talking about was elsewhere.

Of course it was a good thing that Zhou Garden was reopened, but there was no joy in his voice, because the collapse was still continuing. He followed Xu Yourong's method and turned the black stone into a monument to the Book of Heaven, which prevented the destruction from coming, but it was not enough. ——The snow-capped mountains have begun to collapse, and the initial great force of heaven and earth has become silent again, but who can stop the snow that is gradually sliding down and getting bigger and bigger?

An energy storm arrived in front of the mausoleum. Accompanied by more than a dozen terrifying tearing sounds, the mausoleum began to shake violently, and several boulders above the southwest corner collapsed. The blue sky became dark due to the cracks, and there were many fragments of the sky flying everywhere in the strong wind. I don't know when they would fall to the grassland surface. There were countless fires flowing in the Zhou Garden in the distance, and there was black smoke and flames everywhere. The beasts were running away in panic, and many howls and mournful sounds could be faintly heard. The world was being destroyed.

Xu Yourong stared into his eyes - she didn't have the strength to raise her hand to grab his collar, but that's what she meant - she did say before that it would be useless even if the Heavenly Book Monument regained its balance, Zhou Yuan had entered destruction process, but if the door of Zhouyuan is really about to open, then why don't we leave together, why should I go first?

The sky is falling. He looked into her eyes and said seriously.

Then? She looked into his eyes and asked seriously.

If no one holds on, no one will have time to leave.

Chen Changsheng stood up holding a yellow paper umbrella, turned to look at her and said, I have to stay and find a way to hold on for a while.

Xu Yourong's slightly trembling voice was like a lake frightened by rain: You? What... should you do?

How can you do it? what would you do? I don’t know which of her words she meant more.

Chen Changsheng looked at her and said honestly: I will take care of it.

The Heavenly Book Monument returned to Zhou Garden, and the formation was stabilized again, buying the most precious period of time for the enemy in Zhou Garden. The door of Zhou Garden is opening, but at the current speed, it is very likely that it will be too late. If people outside had no time to open Zhou Garden, the sky would fall, and the monsters living here and the hundreds of human practitioners who entered Zhou Garden would die under the fire that filled the sky.

Zhou Yuan will be destroyed, and so many lives may die. The most direct reason is because he took out all the swords in the sword pool - regardless of the conspiracy of the demons, the sinister layout of the black robe, or the relationship between him and her. After being rescued and brought to the depths of the grassland, let's not talk about the yellow paper umbrella and the summons of the sword. In short, these things all happened because of him, so naturally they have to be solved by him.

He once thought that if he could not prevent the destruction of Zhou Garden, he might try to use a dagger to take away the human practitioners and some monsters in Zhou Garden. But the problem was that the space of the dagger was limited, and it could already accommodate thousands of people. The Dao Can Sword couldn't hold any more things, and I believe the same could be said for the space magic weapon Xu Yourong brought with him.

The only thing he can do now is to slow down the destruction of Zhou Garden so that the people in Zhou Garden can have time to leave. This is also in response to Youpeng's begging and to fight for the countless monsters living on the grassland. There was no possibility of survival, so he had to stay, hoping to hold on for a while and buy some more time.

But... why is this? Xu Yourong didn't have time to ask this question before Youpeng grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up to fly into the sky outside the mausoleum.

Dapeng said it could only move one person. Chen Changsheng didn't have time to make a final explanation, so he watched Youpeng flying away into the distance with her.

A strong wind danced around the mausoleum. Xu Yourong was very weak and could not do anything at all. He could only stare blankly at him standing on the tomb. She looked at it very carefully, as if she wanted to keep his entire face in her mind. Looking at the smaller and smaller figure on the mausoleum, she shouted: Xu Sheng, you fool.

The wind was really strong, and her voice was already very small when it reached the mausoleum, but Chen Changsheng heard it and shouted something to her, but the wind was really strong at this time, and she didn't hear it.

My name is not Xu Sheng, my name is Chen Changsheng.

After saying this, he turned around and ran towards the top of the tomb. The mausoleum is very large, with a distance of several thousand feet from the main entrance at the end of the Shinto to the highest point, and the rocks that make up the mausoleum are huge and very difficult to climb. Fortunately, he has strength and speed that are difficult for ordinary people to reach, and it didn't take him long. , then came to the highest point of the mausoleum.

He stood on the rock on top of the mausoleum, looking at the falling fire in the distance, looking at the black smoke and burning gardens, looking at the shattered sky and the about-to-collapse sky that seemed to be right in front of him, and he clenched his hands. The sword inside - is really about to collapse.

Luo Luo once said something to him emotionally.

That sentence was what Bai Di said to her: If the sky falls, there will be tall people to hold it up for you.

Now he is at the highest point of the mausoleum. This is also the highest place in the entire Zhou Garden. It is higher than the top of Muyu Peak. He is closest to the sky and farthest from the ground. He can see the farthest. Therefore, he is the tallest one in the Zhou Garden now. people.

If the sky falls, of course he should be the one to hold it up. This has nothing to do with the saying that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, because he believes that this is his own responsibility, and he happens to have the ability in this area - he happened to be on the tomb, with an umbrella in his hand and an umbrella in the sheath. Where is the Wandao Sword?

He exchanged the dagger and the yellow paper umbrella. With a hiss, the sharp dagger pierced deeply into the rock, helping him to stabilize his body in the strong wind, and then he stretched out the yellow paper umbrella in his right hand towards the crumbling sky. With a crash, the yellow paper umbrella was opened in the strong wind and turned into a small yellow flower that shrank, as if it might be crushed to pieces by the hurricane at any time.

This yellow paper umbrella can be said to be the most powerful defensive weapon in the world. Coupled with the proud and powerful sky-covering sword, if it falls into the hands of a truly peerless expert, it will surely shine with dazzling brilliance, but ...It is still impossible to hold up the sky with just this umbrella, even if it is just the sky in the small world of Zhouyuan, not to mention that the yellow paper umbrella is in his hand now. Of course he was great in his generation, but in front of this sky, he was so insignificant.

Please come out and help me. Chen Changsheng said in his heart.

This is his responsibility, so he has to hold on. This seemed to be the responsibility of those swords, but those swords were originally forced to stay in Zhou Garden, so he used the word please.

Without any pause, following his thoughts, countless shrill sword sounds sounded in the air around the huge stone on the top of the mausoleum, and countless powerful sword winds were generated. At that moment, they actually suppressed the hurricane that was raging in Zhou Garden. Go down.

Countless swords spurted out from the scabbard at his waist!

Swish swish swish! The swords flew up against the edges of the yellow paper umbrellas, and then quickly spread out, like fireworks.

Ten thousand swords turned into dozens of sword lines, rising from the top of the mausoleum and falling into the sky, like umbrella ribs.

This is a giant umbrella covering thousands of miles.

He was pushed open by Chen Changsheng, holding up the sky that was about to collapse.

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(Try to write the next chapter before nine o'clock.)