Fighter of the Destiny

The long street was silent, and hundreds of people made no sound.

Chen Changsheng stood in the ruins of the inn and glanced at Hua Jiefu. Previously, the bishop of Xunyang City had warned him that a big shot from Huaiyuan was traveling in the North, and it was very likely to cause great trouble.

Now it seems that the State Church is indeed the most powerful force in the mainland, and it can accurately detect even such secret information. It's just that the bishop made a mistake in his calculations. That person is not troublesome. In addition... Su Li was also wrong.

Chen Changsheng looked at Wang Po's back and said to Su Li: Look, there are still people who are willing to help you after all. This world is not always dark and is worthy of trust.

In the slightly cold drizzle, Wang Po stood like a lone tree. He fought off Liang Wangsun and Xiao Zhang, and used extremely strong methods to cut them until they were unable to fight anymore. He was also seriously injured, coughing blood, and his voice sounded a little weak.

Let's go. He said directly without turning around.

Chen Changsheng knew that these words were meant for him. He helped Su Li up from the chair, followed Wang Po, walked over the broken beams and gravel wetted by the rain, and walked towards the street.

Su Li felt that it was a bit hard. The most important thing was that he had to be supported by Chen Changsheng, so he couldn't walk freely and casually, and he had to be watched by hundreds of people. This seriously damaged his legend.

I told you before we entered the city, don't let those two hairy deer go in a hurry, but you didn't listen!

He complained angrily to Chen Changsheng: I don't care, please quickly find me a mount.

Chen Changsheng was helpless, thinking about where to find a mount at this time, and said, Let's wait until we leave the city.

Su Li pointed to the Huo Yunqi held by Xue He across the street and said, This beast is good, it can fly.

Chen Changsheng thought to himself that the whole continent knows that is good. The problem is that it is not yours, nor mine, but the mount of a great Zhou general who wants to kill you. If you don’t leave Xunyang City quickly, what will happen? What do these do?

Su Li looked at the expression on his face and said reluctantly: If it doesn't work, the chariot in Prince Liang's Mansion will do.

Chen Changsheng was silent, thinking that he was really wrong. He should not have walked back when he was at Xueling Hot Spring. While the two were talking, Wang Po had been waiting quietly in front, appearing very patient. Suddenly, He turned around and walked towards the crowd, came to a practitioner and stretched out his right hand - the practitioner was holding a yellow gelding horse.

With the clatter of hoofbeats, Wang Po led the horse back and handed the reins to Chen Changsheng's hand. Then he turned around and continued walking towards the end of the long street with the knife in hand. Looking at his back, Chen Changsheng was slightly startled. He didn't expect that he was also a wonderful person.

He looked like a shabby accountant, but an excellent accountant.

Wang Po is a very interesting person. When he was working as a bookkeeper in Wenshui City, I was very fond of him, but... his eyebrows are not long, too shabby, and too sad.

Su Li was riding the yellow gelding. He was in a much better mood. He wanted to chat and reminisce about the past. He pointed at Wang Po in front of him and said, If he could have been better-looking, I would have treated him better.

Wang Po must have heard what he said. He paused slightly, then moved forward again, breaking through the rain on the street. At this moment, the rain falling in the sky gradually stopped, and the sky in the distance showed a blue color. .

There were many attendees at this banquet in Xunyang City, including people from the Xiaoyao List like Hua Jia Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun, as well as many forces. At this time, the banquet was about to come to an end, but there were still many who refused. People who leave the table.

There is a blood feud between those people and Su Li, and there are old grudges that cannot be resolved.

Wang Po's sword could kill Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun, but it could not shock people's hearts. Since those people came to kill Su Li, they had already put life and death at risk and were not even afraid of death, so naturally they were not afraid of Wang Po either.

The bluestones on the street were wet by the rain and turned into countless black inkstones. There were many people standing on the street.

Wang Po was holding the knife in front, and Chen Changsheng was holding the reins behind. They were replying. The sound was the sound of rain dripping from the eaves, the sound of blood dripping, and the sound of heart beating.

The crowd's eyes were complicated, including awe, fear, anger, and unwillingness.

There was no change in the expression on Wang Po's face. Chen Changsheng looked at his feet. Su Li was still looking at the sky, extremely distracted. Naturally, he looked particularly hateful in the eyes of his enemies.

Someone finally couldn't bear it any longer and rushed into the street, shouting: Su Li, accept your fate!

Chen Changsheng remained silent, holding the hilt of the sword with his left hand. Su Li still looked at the sky, not caring.

Returning from the snowfield all the way south, tens of thousands of miles back, the two of them have faced too many attacks. Now, there is one more person in Nangui's team, from two to three, and they have nothing to worry about.

The sharp and steady blade shot through the air, and only a muffled sound was heard. Before the man could reach the middle of the street, he was knocked back, fell heavily against the wall, and passed out in the smoke.

Another person arrived, and was knocked away by the iron knife again. The long streets of Xunyang City were filled with flying figures, spurting blood, muffled screams, and painful and desperate roars.

Wang Po took the lead with his sword in hand. He just held the iron sword and struck seemingly casually, but no one could get past his sword and get close to Su Li, no matter whether that person was a first-level Star Gathering powerhouse in the North or a genius from any sect.

From beginning to end, he did not use the blade, so no one died.

Both sides of the long street were filled with practitioners who had fallen to the ground and were unable to get up.

As expected, he is the strongest person on the Xiaoyao list.

Unless the saint comes in person and wind and rain from all directions come to the scene, who can stop Tianliang King Po?

Chen Changsheng still held the hilt of the sword tightly, silent and alert.

His eyes did not stay on Wang Po, nor did he fall on the unpredictable iron sword, although he knew very well that this was a rare learning opportunity, but kept on those things on the street that were easy to miss. place.

——Broken wall, hanging eaves, injured practitioner, scolded young man.

He is about to leave Xunyang City, but it is also the most dangerous time.

He never forgot the assassin who was always hiding in the night.

The third assassin in the world who had been silently following him and Su Li thousands of miles away and whose patience was frightening.

The assassin with a very common name: Liu Qing.

He felt that Liu Qing would take action.

Wang Po has already arrived. If Liu Qing does not take advantage of the final chaos in Xunyang City to take action, once they leave Xunyang City, Liu Qing will most likely never find a chance to take action. In the end, like Su Li, he will into the most embarrassing situation.

The head of Xunyang City is approaching, and when you turn the corner of the street in front, you can see the closed city gate.

At this moment, Liang Wangsun said something.

Liang Wangsun has been following them since they left the inn.

He is now unable to take action, but he does not want to leave.

He wanted to see if Su Li could still survive, and if he would open his eyes one day.

He said to Wang Po: Although the world is big, there is no place for Su Li. Where can you take him?

Wang Po stopped.

The yellow gelding stopped.

Wang Po turned to look at him and said, I'll take him back to Lishan.

Chen Changsheng took Su Li and walked tens of thousands of miles.

So, what if he takes Su Li for tens of thousands of miles and goes back to Lishan?

But...even if you send him back to Lishan, what's the point?

An indifferent voice sounded from the other side of the long street.

Chen Changsheng thought, yes, if Lishan really changed, what would happen to Su Li even if he returned to Lishan?

Could it be that the world is so big that it really can no longer accommodate him?

Then, he suddenly became alert and looked towards the source of the sound.

Who is speaking?

Wang Po's expression became extremely serious and he was speechless.

He was very vigilant, even countless times more vigilant than when facing Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun together.

Looking at the person slowly appearing at the corner of the street, Chen Changsheng felt his body become very cold.

No way.

He thought silently in his heart.

Suddenly, the anger was overwhelming.

The story shouldn't have such an ending.

Why should a cannibal feast end according to the owner's wishes?

Anger comes from helplessness.

Chen Changsheng felt very helpless at this time, because he was really desperate.

Whether he faced Xue He or Liang Hongzhuang in the wilderness, or saw the carriage of Prince Liang's palace in the inn, he never despaired. Even when he faced Xiao Zhang's iron spear and couldn't even lift his sword, He still wasn't desperate.

Because he was still alive and Su Li was still alive, he believed that someone in this world would definitely come to help them.

When he shouted those four words into the bright spring light of Xunyang City, there was bound to be an echo.

Sure enough, Wang Po came.

He came against the wind and rain.

But now, this person... is actually here too.

No matter how bright the spring light is, it will eventually fade away.

The lingering echo will also dissipate.

Even if there are still people willing to help them, what's the use?

Who else can help them now?

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A middle-aged man appeared at the corner of the street.

The man had long hair shawl, but there were many snow-like traces faintly visible inside.

So much so that it is impossible to tell how many years he has lived and how many years he has practiced.

Decades or centuries?

The man was tall and thin.

That popularity is extraordinary, and he is unparalleled in his coolness, because he is the leader of the family.

That man looked very cold, because he was the ruthless and destructive leader of the peerless sect.

Looking at Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, he had a domineering and condescending aura.

Even when he looked at Su Li, he did not hide his confidence and arrogance.

Famous in all directions, the wind and rain are like darkness.

The person coming is Feng Yu from all directions.

Julo.

He is the strongest man in the continent.

He is the god of the spiritual world.

The long street of Xunyang City was quiet, and then countless voices sounded.

Hundreds of practitioners prostrated themselves.

Liang Wang and Sun Chang bowed and saluted.

The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face moved.

Wang Po didn't move, didn't salute, and looked across quietly.

Chen Changsheng didn't salute either, he forgot to salute.

Su Li sat on the horse, looking down from a high position.

He looked at Zhu Luo and said, You old guys finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Zhu Luo said: I just can't bear to kill you with my own hands, so I don't want to meet you.

Su Li was quiet for a while and said with emotion: It seems that my opinion back then was indeed correct.

Zhu Luo asked: What do you think?

Su Li looked at him and said seriously: You guys are all bastards... old bastards.

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(Quitting smoking has really had a great impact on my writing. I am always working hard to get better and better.)