Fighter of the Destiny

When Zhu Luo opened Su Li's letter, the fat old man sat aside with a smile, not too worried. Of course he knew that Su Li was very strong and that Su Li's sword was very scary, but after all, this was just a letter. Even if Su Li's sword intent and soul were concentrated, how could it really hurt Zhu Luo with a limited medium?

The fat old man was even a little disdainful of Zhu Luo's hesitation, thinking that perhaps things in Kyoto needed to be arranged differently.

However, when the sword intent came out and turned the entire Wanliu Garden into darkness, the fat old man realized that he was wrong.

Su Li's sword was more powerful and terrifying than he imagined.

With just a sword intention on the letter, he was able to suppress a super strong man of Bafang Fengyu level?

Although Zhu Luo was injured, it was incredible.

The realm in that sword intention even vaguely surpassed Zhu Luo's level!

Even the will of a saint may not be able to do this.

Except for the legendary powerhouses of Zhou Du|fu, Chen Xuanba, Emperor Taizong or Wang Zhice, who could do it?

Su Li is not a saint, but his swordsmanship is close to that of a god!

Looking at the golden crows bursting out in the winter garden, the bright moon in the night sky suddenly dimmed, and the fat old man had a look of shock on his face. Without thinking about it, he drifted over.

Zhu Luo was in danger, and it would be too late if he didn't take action.

With a sharp roar, the fat old man's palms tore through the air in front of him, and he swatted at those fiery sword intents like golden crows!

He looked like a mountain of flesh, but his movement was very gentle. His palms fell equally gently, and they flapped slowly, just like a real bird.

The Golden Crow Sword is the secret sword of Lishan. It comes from Su Li. The sword's intention is extremely fiery. After the sword rises, it will spit out light and heat to the outside world, which is unstoppable.

In the Imperial Examination and the Zhou Garden, Chen Changsheng used the Golden Crow Sword several times, and his opponents who were much stronger than him had to avoid his attack.

Today's Golden Crow Sword Intentions came from Su Li's hands, and their power is unimaginable.

If it is an ordinary cultivator, I am afraid that those sword intentions will be directly ablated into blue smoke before they touch it.

Even the most advanced warriors like Zhu Luo can only rely on Yuehua Sword Intent to compete with them, but do not dare to make direct contact.

For some reason, even though the fat old man had a look of fear on his face, he still shot at those Golden Crow Sword Intentions.

An indescribable aura appeared in the ruined courtyard of Wanliu Garden.

That aura was very powerful, but it was actually not as powerful as Zhu Luo's Moonlight Sword Intent, but that aura gave people a very ancient feeling.

A sun that seemed like a real sun appeared between the palms of the fat old man, extremely bright and dazzling!

Under the illumination of those lights, the fat old man's face no longer showed any festive meaning, his kind eyes became extremely majestic, and the image of a dragon and tiger appeared behind him.

At this time, he was not a common wealthy man in the countryside, but he was obviously an emperor!

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Three powerful auras met in Wanliu Garden.

The moonlight sheds silver light in the sky with difficulty.

The scorching sun kept holding up the night as it fell.

Countless sword intentions are like firebirds, traveling between the sky and the sun.

Tens of thousands of hardy ash willows began to burn.

This is not the fire of twilight, but the burning of reality.

The cold winter garden seemed to instantly fall into the hot abyss of hell.

There was a loud bang, flames flew everywhere, scorched willows fell over, and wells were broken and walls collapsed.

I don't know how long it took, but those violent auras finally subsided.

The house is in ruins, and the cold pool can no longer illuminate people.

Zhu Luo was leaning against a broken willow tree by the pond. His face was pale, and his chest was covered with blood stains. What was even more serious was that his left hand had been severed at the wrist.

The fat old man stood in a tattered table. His fat body made the remaining edges of the table extremely tight, as if it might break at any time. There was no sense of celebration or emperor in his face that was full of fat. Of majesty, only fatigue and ugliness remain.

Since many years ago, he has seen the threshold of the sacred realm. If he were not afraid of the reaction of the one in Kyoto, or he would have already passed it, and in the previous battle, he had even shown his ability Not inferior to the strength of the sacred realm.

But he and Zhu Luo still lost, and they lost so miserably. If the target of the sword intention was not Zhu Luo, and if his ancestral skills were not similar to the source of the Golden Crow Sword, he would have been seriously injured, and even with his help, Zhu Luo would have died by now. .

And their opponent was just a letter from Su Li.

Zhu Luo slowly stood up and looked at the surrounding fields.

The once infinitely beautiful Willow Garden has now turned into a scorched earth, with some willow trees still burning in the distance.

Wanliu Garden still exists, but its name is no longer there.

Just like him now.

He knew very well that this was Su Li's revenge.

He had nothing to say about it.

I'm sorry that I can't participate in the Kyoto event.

Zhu Luo said to the fat old man without turning around, looking a little lonely.

The fat old man knew that this was inevitable, not to mention that Zhu Luo might never be able to return to the level of strength he had in his heyday, and might even leave the ranks of Bafang Yu.

For Zhu Luo, how to arrange the future of his family and the Jueqing Sect is the most important thing now, because that is his real funeral.

The fat old man swayed his body like a mountain and walked outside Wanliu Garden.

Outside Hanqiu City, with the help of his subordinates, he climbed up a huge chariot with some difficulty.

A middle-aged man with powdered face and a sharp voice whispered: Your Majesty, what happened?

You know? I originally thought that if something big happened, the first thing I would do would be to seize the chariot from Prince Liang's Mansion.

The fat old man squinted his eyes, looked in the direction of Xunyang City, and said sadly: I don't know now whether I will have the chance to sit on it in this life.

He was looking at Xunyang City, but actually he was looking at Kyoto.

He was talking about the chariot in Prince Liang's Mansion, but actually he was referring to the chair in the Imperial Palace in Kyoto.

The middle-aged man had been extremely disturbed by the changes that had occurred in Wanliu Garden. Now he heard the prince's emotion and became even more disturbed.

He and the sergeants and civil servants were all subordinate officials of the palace, but they could only obey orders from Kyoto. Over the years, he and his subordinates have taken great risks to help the prince, running around and shouting, if the prince fails to achieve great things, how will they survive?

Infinity Bi has entered Kyoto.

The middle-aged man wanted the prince to regain his confidence and quickly told him the news he had just received.

The fat old man was a little surprised. Although Wuxianbi was also popular in all directions, she was never among his recruitment targets because she was also a woman.

What was that old Taoist nun doing in Kyoto? Will there be any changes?