Fighter of the Destiny

The steward of Tianji Pavilion had secretly informed the people in Hanshan as soon as Xiao De appeared. However, when he saw the brown luster in Xiao De's pupils getting darker and brighter, he knew it was too late. , hurriedly stepped forward to protect Chen Changsheng, and then prayed for Han Shanli to react as soon as possible.

Once the genius of the Demon Clan, who is both wise and crazy, decides to take action, he must have figured out all the reasons. Even if he doesn't kill Chen Changsheng, he only needs to humiliate the future pope, or complete the purpose of his trip, but this is not what Tianji Pavilion wants to see.

There may be some problems between His Majesty the Pope and Old Man Tianji, but how can Tianji Pavilion watch the future Pope being humiliated on his own territory?

In addition to the steward of Tianji Pavilion, there were dozens of cultivators who simultaneously held the hilts of swords at their waists and looked at Xiaode warily. As for the casual cultivator who knelt down and bowed to Chen Changsheng before, the sword Already in hand, his eyes were extremely cold, as if as long as Xiao De dared to take action, he would be willing to sacrifice his life to protect Chen Changsheng's dignity.

This is because the vast majority of the dozens of monks on the mountain path are human race, and they are all believers of the state religion.

How could they allow the future pope of the state religion to be humiliated by the demon clan?

Xiaode looked at the dozens of human cultivators who were waiting for them, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

His expression did not become solemn, but he put his hands behind his back, looking extremely disdainful.

With this movement, his originally not very burly body turned into a mountain peak.

He looked at these human cultivators with condescension.

He is a truly strong man. He has completed the gathering of stars and transformed into a human form. He can even faintly see the dividing line between the sacred realm and the secular world.

The saints and the storms from all directions have not yet come, except for the top-ranked Zhou Dynasty generals, the big figures from the national religion and various sects, and a few people such as Wang Po, Xiao Zhang, and Liang Wangsun who are also on the Xiaoyao list, who will be him? opponent?

A wind blows from the mountain forest, rolling up the yellow leaves, bringing an unimaginable pressure.

Whether it was the casual cultivator holding the sword in his hand or the dozens of human cultivators who were about to fight, they suddenly found that they had lost the ability to take action, and even the courage to take action. The Tianji Pavilion manager also had an expression on his face. A big change. For the first time, I felt strong regret for the arrangement of entering Hanshan Mountain.

Why must the state cavalry be prohibited from accompanying Chen Changsheng into the mountains?

If Mao Qiuyu and King Linghai were present, would this strong man from the demon clan still dare to be as arrogant as he is now?

Zhong Hui, who had been standing behind the crowd, turned a little pale, but his eyes became hard. He groaned and grasped the hilt of the sword.

Zhexiu's face was expressionless, his knees were slightly bent, and he was staring at Xiaode's throat, like a hungry wolf, his pupils instantly turned red, preparing to transform.

Chen Changsheng stood at the front and felt the most real and intense pressure.

It can even be said that at least half of the pressure released by Xiao De is borne by him.

His expression did not change at all, and he slowly raised his left hand in the howling mountain wind.

He holds a dagger in his left hand, which is the word please.

The sword is named Wugou, and the scabbard is named Zangfeng. He is a sword hidden in the scabbard, ready to show its true edge at any time.

In fact, whether it was the martial arts performance in front of the National Education Academy or the battle with Xu Yourong on the Naihe Bridge, he had never fully displayed all his strength. At this time, facing the powerful men at the top of the Xiaoyao Ranking who were on the same level as Wang Po, he had no choice but to make any reservations.

He didn't know what the outcome of the next battle would be, failure or doomed, but he wanted to see if he could stab the opponent with a sword.

Among the ten thousand swords in the scabbard, any sword will do

Or maybe he wanted to try and see if he could cut the man with a knife.

Any one of the one hundred and eight swords used by Wuhui in front of Duanbeilu will do.

Looking at Chen Changsheng's expression, Xiao De's eyes narrowed even more, as if he had turned into a tiger taking a nap in the sun. However, the gaze in the slits of his eyes was colder, and the tawny fierce light was more violent. He was a little surprised by this person. It's actually stronger than the rumors say, and it seems that he really has the ability to resist himself for a moment.

Please give way.

Suddenly a person walked up from the bottom of the mountain road.

The man was wearing blue clothes, his head was lowered, and his voice was very low, which made him feel very humble, or in other words, he couldn't leave any impression on others.

The crowd gradually parted, making way for the man in Tsing Yi who suddenly arrived.

Thank you. The man in green lowered his head and continued walking upward.

It wasn't until they got out of the way that people realized the situation was a bit strange.

The aura in the field had been completely controlled by the aura released by the demon master. No one could move it at all, not even the action of drawing the sword.

Why did the man in Tsing Yi ask everyone to give way so that everyone could move?

Zhong Hui looked at the back of the man in green, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes. When he entered Hanshan for the first time today, he met Chen Changsheng and was forced to bow his head in salute. He also saw so many experts. He had made great progress in the past year and was inevitably a little proud. He suddenly understood something.

The man in Tsing Yi walked along the mountain road, seemingly slowly, but it didn't take long to pass through the crowd.

He walked past Tang Sanliu and Zhe Xiu, brushed against Chen Changsheng's body, and then came to Xiao De.

Until this moment, he still lowered his head and slumped his shoulders, and no one saw his face.

Looking at the back of the man in green, Chen Changsheng was a little surprised.

Please give way.

The man in Tsing Yi said to Xiao De, his voice was low and his attitude was very humble.

Xiaode did not give way, and his eyes narrowed even more.

He once met a person who liked to wear Tsing Yi, and that person also liked to droop his shoulders.

If he hadn't seen that person before, he might have recognized the man in Tsing Yi as that person.

Because in his eyes, this man in Tsing Yi is just as scary as that man.

But that man's shoulders were slumped, more like a silent attitude toward the sky. He was shabby but noble, calculating the bills in the shop, but caring about the hearts of the world.

The slumped shoulders of this man in green reflect his attitude towards the secular world. The world in his eyes is full of dead people. His shoulders are slumped just to make it easier to draw the sword faster.

Xiaode didn't recognize this man in green, and was not prepared to give way. His breathing suddenly became violent, like a mountain wind whistling.

He released all his realm and aura, and the pressure suddenly became more terrifying.

The man in green didn't seem to notice anything, and still stood quietly in front of him, with his head lowered and shoulders slumped.

The man in green didn't do anything, he just stood there as ordinary as if he had disappeared.

That's the really scary thing.

I don't know how much time passed, but the man in green clothes moved and walked towards the top of the mountain road with his head lowered.

Xiao De's expression was cold and stern, his palms came from the sky and came together in front of him. Countless sandstone barks were swept up by the strong wind and slapped towards the man in green.

For a time, sand and stones were moving randomly on the mountain road, a yellow wind filled the air, and the vision became blurry.

Suddenly, a sword light lit up, illuminating all the wind and sand, cutting through the terrifying pressure.