Fighter of the Destiny

People in the streets and alleys of Xunyang City were all shocked by Su Li's sword. Even as crazy as Xiao Zhang, they had to express their admiration.

Chen Changsheng didn't think so. On the contrary, he felt a little sad.

In the eyes of everyone, Su Li held the yellow paper umbrella in his hand, cut through the rain with one sword, and easily and silently killed a strong man in the Star Gathering Realm. This was truly a shocking swordsmanship and realm.

But when he left Zhou Garden and went to the snowy field, he had seen Su Li's real sword.

At that time, Su Li also held a yellow paper umbrella in his hand. The handle was not fully extended, and the sword intent broke through the snow. It went straight for dozens of miles. A demon general on the edge of the snowfield fell in response to the sword, and the mountain-like black shadow suddenly cut off. .

Compared with that demon general, what do rats like Lin Canghai mean?

Compared with the sword at that time, what is this sword in the rain in Xunyang City today?

After returning south for dozens of days, Su Li finally accumulated a sword. It was not one-tenth as powerful as when he was in his prime, but it was still as powerful as heaven-shattering. If he could return to his prime, no, even if his injuries were slightly lighter, who could? Who should he kill? Who dares to kill him?

It's a pity that the human world only has cold reality, and there is never if.

Everything is really over, after this sword.

No one is coming?

Su Li looked at Xunyang City in the rain and the guests who came to attend the feast. He was silent for a long time, then shook his head and said calmly: It seems that no one will come anymore.

He asked the question, and he answered it himself. Between the question and the answer, there was indescribable vicissitudes and sadness.

His expression was still so indifferent, and he said to Chen Changsheng: Look, after all, the facts prove that I am right.

Chen Changsheng remained silent, thinking what was the point of arguing about this now.

Su Li's expression became serious, and his tone became extremely heavy: Other than a fool or idiot like you, who would help others for no reason? Who in the world is trustworthy?

Until this moment, there was still no one from Lishan Sword Sect, not even a word. The other sects of Changsheng Sect, Shanmen and Saintess Peak, also remained silent. Although Tiannan is far away, his words and attitude should not have time to appear in Xunyang City and in front of the world. Somewhat sadly, none of those words and attitudes appeared.

Or, this shows the attitude of the entire human world towards Su Li.

The land does not distinguish between north and south, and people do not distinguish between wise and foolish people. They all want him dead.

Looking at Su Li who was silent in the rain, Chen Changsheng suddenly felt very sad. His nose was a little sore, his eyes were a little astringent, and his voice was a little tight, and he said, Maybe... maybe something happened to Li Shan.

The so-called legends are often lonely when they end. Chen Changsheng couldn't bear to see this scene. He didn't like to see the words about the end of the banquet, whether in the story or in the Chinese religious classics. He didn't want Su Li to leave in such a sad way.

Su Li looked at him and smiled and said, You idiot, is this consolation?

Xunyang City in the rain is quiet and slightly cold, getting colder and colder. Suddenly a sound of a piano came from somewhere in the distance. I don’t know who is playing the piano. It may be a musician from Prince Liang’s palace or a close friend of Liang Hongzhuang. The sound of the piano is whimpering and the singing voice is hoarse. You can vaguely hear the words loyal soul and old city, but you can't hear them clearly.

Liang Hongzhuang was silent when she heard the music. Her tattered dance clothes floated up with the wind and rain, and she walked away with her sleeves closed.

Xue He held Huo Yunlin's hand, bowed silently to the people upstairs in the inn, and turned to leave.

The sound of the piano gradually became quieter, the singing gradually disappeared, and then...

Eaaah!

Xiao Zhang shouted loudly!

The white paper covering his face made a swishing sound!

The iron spear pierced Su Li!

Liang Wangsun held a vajra in his hand, his steps were as heavy as a lotus, his spirit was as full as jade, and his aura enveloped the entire inn.

A strong wind blew up, and Chen Changsheng was knocked to the ground, unable to get up.

The song is about to end.

That was Su Li's death day.

However, one person refused to let the music stop.

Instead of turning around and walking away, Liang Hongzhuang was wearing a torn dance outfit.

It's not General Xue who returned with Lin Lin in hand, his armor in tatters.

It’s not that the musicians in the palace want to continue playing music, nor that the soulmate wants to sing to the end of the world.

The sound of the piano and the singing were indeed over. However, in the inn, or more accurately, downstairs of the inn, there was a clear impact, like a sound of wood or a bamboo harp, in short, the melody continued. The crisp impact sound sounded very rhythmically, as if it gave this piece of music a new life!

Liang Hongzhuang and Xue He, who were leaving separately on the long street, stopped at the same time, turned around and looked at the inn, with shocked expressions on their faces.

Snapped!

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

What exactly is making the sound?

The counter downstairs in the inn is very old, with peeling paint and an abacus on it.

The beads of the abacus are constantly striking.

The person playing with the beads is no longer at the counter.

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Accompanied by a crisp crashing sound, dozens of white air turbulences appeared in the ruins of the inn.

Looking at the turbulent air, Liang Wangsun looked solemn, his royal robes roared up, and his eyes were as bright as stars. Xiao Zhang's expression instantly became extremely shocked, and then became violent!

A snort! The floor between the first and second floors of the inn crumbled like a fragile piece of paper. A knife broke through the floor and emerged through dozens of air masses. With an extremely terrifying roar, it slashed towards Xiao Zhang!

Xiao Zhang's appearance was so arrogant, but this knife was even more arrogant than him. Because this knife had no intention of blocking his iron spear, it was the person behind the spear who was killed. This is clearly telling Xiao Zhang that my knife must be faster, heavier, and more powerful than your gun. Before your iron spear kills Su Li, my knife will definitely chop off your head first!

Seeing the iron knife coming towards him, Xiao Zhang was shocked and then angry.

He recognized the knife. He knew that this knife was made by Mr. Tang of Wenshui himself and given to him for free. He also knew that this knife looked ordinary, but in fact it had a power that was hard to resist. He wanted to say something, but found it difficult to make a sound.

The sound of the knife whimpered, like a poor scholar crying, like a child from a broken family crying.

This knife is so angry.

Xiao Zhanghe had dealt with this knife countless times. After Xun Mei entered the Tomb of Heavenly Books, he fought with this iron sword the most times in the world. Of course, he also lost the most times. But he had never seen this knife look so terrifying.

The dark clouds in the sky of Xunyang City seemed to have been cut open, and a faint blue sky appeared.

Xiao Zhang knew that he could not retreat, otherwise he would definitely be defeated by this sword, and his Taoist heart and fighting spirit might even be chopped into pieces by this angry sword, and he would become a useless person in this life. He held the iron gun tightly with both hands and smashed the knife horizontally!

There was a loud bang!

White paper floated in the air, and blood fell on the paper.

Xiao Zhang flew backwards, spurting blood all the way, and landed heavily in the courtyard opposite the inn.

His angry and unwilling roar rang out from the smoke, dust and gravel.

Wang Po! You actually made a sneak attack!

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(Writing a novel while quitting smoking is definitely one of the most painful things in the world. I can hold on and write it. This chapter is not bad. I admire myself very much. I want to write two chapters tomorrow, but suddenly I found that this is really It’s so difficult...it’s really uncomfortable to death.)