Fighter of the Destiny

The snowfield in the early morning was very quiet. I don't know if it was because of the shadow, or because the clouds were still there. The morning light was very weak, and the snow that fell from the morning light was also very sparse. It fell on the ground in a fluttering manner without making any sound. This killing will definitely be recorded in history, this killing will definitely change the direction of mainland history. It has been happening for a long time now. The winner is still not decided, but the ending seems to be doomed. The mountain-like figure of the Demon General is silent and cold. The shadow is still hanging high in the sky. The black robe is sitting quietly on the snow hill more than ten miles away. The figure surrounded by it is still tall and straight, but not lonely enough. .

Suddenly a wind arose in the snowfield, blowing up the scattered snow flakes. The dead silence in the field was just broken by the whistling wind, and then was completely torn apart by a violent explosion. I saw the black robe growing on the snow hill. Countless powerful breaths and countless snow sprayed into the sky and around. The few life lamps floating in the air disappeared instantly. Several strands of lint were torn out from the front of the black robe. What was even more frightening was that the seemingly indestructible The square plate... just turned into a piece of scrap metal.

Countless pairs of eyes didn't have time to look at the snow hill where the black robe was, but instead looked at somewhere in the middle of the snow field.

In the snowy field, an extra person suddenly appeared.

Who on the continent today can break through the shadows and the heavy defenses of tens of thousands of demons and come here quietly?

It was a young man, holding an old umbrella in his right hand and a dagger in his left hand. He closed his eyes tightly, and his innocent brows and eyes were full of perseverance that can only be seen between life and death. Of course, , endless fatigue can also be seen on his face.

I don't know how much time passed, but the young man opened his eyes.

This young man is naturally Chen Changsheng. He looked around blankly, his eyes were all white, and he had no idea what had happened. He only vaguely understood that he had left Zhou Garden, but where was he? Why is there a shadow in the sky here? How could the will in this shadow be more powerful and terrifying than the shadow of the roc on the grassland where the sun never sets? What are the dozen or so mountain-like figures surrounding the snowfield? Why do they exude the same aura as the magical couple Teng Xiaoming and Liu Waner? Are those mountain-like black figures all demon generals? Who is that man covered in black robe on the snowy hill more than ten miles away? Why does the aura emanating from him be so sinister? Why is he wearing a black robe?

Chen Changsheng looked at the looming outline of the majestic city on the far outskirts of the snowfield, and thought about the records and descriptions in Daozang. His body was extremely stiff, and his mouth was open but no sound came out. He thought to himself, right? Could that city be the legendary Snow Old City? Is this the Demonic Snowfield? Are those mountain-like black shadows really all demon generals? Is the eerie man in black robe a black robe? What about that shadow?

One moment, I was fighting against the falling sky on top of the mausoleum in Zhouyuan. The next moment, I came to the magical snowfield thousands of miles away, saw the figure of the legendary Snow Old City, and saw the past that only existed in imagination and If the strong figures of the demons in the book were slightly weaker in mental strength and weaker in willpower, they might be shocked and fainted, or even frightened to death, because this scene is so unbelievable.

Chen Changsheng's willpower was very strong, so he did not faint, but this was not a good thing. He had to stay awake to bear the mental impact of what he saw before him. He even felt that his spiritual world was showing signs of collapse, and his body was even worse. It was so stiff that I couldn't move at all.

An ant suddenly came to the world of giants, and an ordinary person suddenly strayed into the kingdom of God in the sea of ​​stars. He felt this way at this time.

Countless snow splashed into the air fell, and then the thin snow from the clouds slowly fell and fell on the umbrella. The snowfield was still dead silent, and countless sight lines were separated by miles, dozens, or even thousands of miles. From a distance, he looked at Chen Changsheng without making any sound.

For those strong men, Chen Changsheng's appearance was also strange.

An ordinary person suddenly appeared in the Kingdom of God. Those high-ranking gods must be surprised as to where this ordinary person came from.

The snowfield fell into a very strange silence.

Chen Changsheng's body was extremely stiff, and the unimaginable huge mental impact caused his spiritual world to nearly collapse, and at the same time, it also caused his thoughts to spin at a high speed.

In a very short period of time, he thought about many things. Why he came from Zhouyuan to the Demonic Snowfield was something that he would not be able to figure out in a short time, so he did not think about it. Then why did he see so many legendary powerful demons? Are these powerful demons here to ambush him?

This is impossible. He is now the dean of the National Education Academy, and his level seems to be high enough, but to these big shots, a young man who is in the deepest realm is really like an ant. There is no need for such a large formation, even the most narcissistic Tang Thirty-Six didn't even dare to think so.

The powerful demons want to kill someone else. Who is that person?

The middle-aged man who had been besieged by tens of thousands of demon troops for several days and nights was already seriously injured and faced a certain death situation. The expression on his eyebrows was still casual and he seemed unconcerned. However, when he saw the umbrella in Chen Changsheng's hand, His expression became solemn.

As if to confirm his suspicion, he walked towards Chen Changsheng. On the snowy field, he was closest to Chen Changsheng, and he could reach him in only ten steps.

Hey, there is a sword.

The man stretched out his left hand and took the umbrella.

Chen Changsheng only heard the sound of footsteps, and before he had time to look, he found that the yellow paper umbrella in his hand had been taken away.

He looked at the man.

The man wore a long coat, but it was not too long, unlike a scribe. He had a sword tied around his waist, but he did not look like a swordsman, giving people a nondescript feeling.

The man's body exuded a clear aura, as if a sword was showing off its edge, making it impossible to look directly at him.

This was the first time Chen Changsheng saw Su Li. He only saw Su Li's back, and his eyes hurt from the sting.

It would be a long, long time before he could look directly at this man, but at that time he didn't know that this man was the legendary Li Shan's junior master uncle Su Li.

After a while, he woke up and stood up straight with difficulty. Subconsciously, he clenched his right hand slightly. The handle of the umbrella was no longer there. The feeling of emptiness made him a little uncomfortable.

The yellow paper umbrella was in the middle-aged man's hand. I don't know why, but it seemed so harmonious, as if the umbrella originally belonged to him.

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng felt confused again. He suddenly felt that everything that happened in Zhou Garden was a dream. He left the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, went from Kyoto to Wenshui to get this umbrella, and then entered the grassland. Finally, magically He appeared on this snowy field and traveled tens of thousands of miles through wind and rain, just to get this umbrella into the hands of this man.

Return the yellow paper umbrella to the man.

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Su Li held the middle part of the yellow paper umbrella with his left hand and looked at it quietly for a long time, then a smile appeared on his lips.

Then the smile turned into a hearty laugh, into a long laugh.

He smiled so happily that his face suddenly brightened.

He looked at the figure of the Demon General in the distance like a black mountain, at the black robe sitting cross-legged in the snow, at the shadow in the sky, and said: You all said that I am short of a sword, yes, I do I only need a sword, but now...I have a sword, isn't it your turn to be afraid?

Chen Changsheng didn't understand. This was obviously an umbrella. Even if there was a sword intention inside, how could it be called a sword?

He didn't know that this yellow paper umbrella was a peerless sword called Zhe Tian.

Hundreds of years ago, the head of Lishan Sword Sect of that generation took this sword and fought with Zhou Du|fu for 300 rounds in the Zhou Garden. He died but the sword was not broken.

This sword is the strongest sword in the sword pool, and it is also the sword that is the most unwilling and most eager to regain freedom.

This sword was originally the sword that Su Li should inherit. This was his sword.

The blade of this sword left the grassland, was picked up by Su Li, and sent to Wenshui, where he made an ever-changing umbrella.

But the sword intention is not there, so it is not the sword he wants.

The sword's meaning has been waiting for the sword's return and reunion in the grassland.

Hundreds of years later, Chen Changsheng passed by Wenshui and received an umbrella from the Tang family. He took the umbrella into Zhou Garden, where he let the sword body and sword intention meet in the grassland, thus summoning ten thousand swords to fly into the sky.

This story seems to have a perfect ending, but in fact it is not.

It wasn't until he came to this snowfield and handed the umbrella to Su Li that the ending was truly perfect.

Su Li held the yellow paper umbrella and recalled the scene hundreds of years ago when he walked into the cave at the top of Lishan Mountain for the first time and saw the sword hanging on the wall behind his master. He recalled that in the years that followed, he forcibly suppressed his realm. In Tongyou Realm, I was very emotional when I went to Zhou Garden several times to look for swords.

This is Li Shan's sword, this is his master's sword, this is his Su Li's sword.

Hundreds of years, really long time no see.

This made him unhappy and how could he not laugh heartily.

He was laughing, and the yellow paper umbrella seemed to be laughing too.

But there is still a trace of sadness and regret in the happy laughter.

Master, I hold this sword again.

But... Zhou Du|husband is already dead, and I have no chance to kill him with the sword to avenge you.

The clear, unbridled, yet regretful laughter echoed in the silent snowfield, as if it was about to spread thousands of miles away.

The meaning of this laughter was clearly told to the whole world, and even Chen Changsheng understood it.

I am sad that Zhou Du's husband is dead, and regret that I cannot kill him with the sword.

This is such a confident, even arrogant idea.

But no one expressed ridicule or disdain for this, even the black robe just remained silent.

Because Su Li has found his sword, who knows where he will go on the sword path?

The clear laughter gradually subsided, and the sword light on Su Li gradually disappeared, as if he had turned into an ordinary middle-aged man.

He raised his head and looked around the snowfield. The huge figures of the demon generals were like black mountains. They looked calm and reached out to hold the handle of the umbrella.

His left hand holds the middle part of the yellow paper umbrella like a scabbard.

His right hand held the handle of the yellow paper umbrella, as if he was about to draw a sword.

Chen Changsheng noticed that his fingers were very slender and suitable for playing the piano. Of course, they were even more suitable for holding a sword.

The handle of the umbrella was the handle of the sword. The moment Su Li's hand fell on the handle of the umbrella, a fierce sword intent enveloped the entire snowfield.

On the snowfield dozens of miles away, a mountain-like figure of the Demon General swayed slightly, and then fell heavily into the snow.

A stream of blood appeared in the snowy sky.

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(Just one chapter today.)