Fighter of the Destiny

Liang Wangsun in Lingyan Pavilion felt Xiao Zhang's arrival.

They are both masters in the early stages of Xiaoyao Ranking, and they are too familiar with each other.

He knew what a crazy and terrifying person Xiao Zhang was, and he could even feel that Xiao Zhang's iron spear tonight was even stronger than the one that stabbed Su Li in Xunyang City.

But he didn't look up because he was a little tired and because he knew that Xiao Zhang couldn't fall into Lingyan Pavilion.

The night in front of Lingyan Pavilion suddenly started to burn, and in a very short time, it turned into a blazing cloud of fire.

With a hiss, a crack appeared in the middle of the crimson fire cloud.

An iron spear protruded from the crack.

This iron gun looks very ordinary on the outside, extremely dark and without any patterns, but it gives people an extremely terrifying feeling.

— like a demonic hand reaching out from the bottom of an abyss.

As Xiao Zhang fell towards Lingyan Pavilion, the white paper on his face was suddenly coated with a dark iron color, and the eyes exposed in the two holes suddenly became extremely hot, even a little crazy.

The burning night was torn into pieces, the blazing red burning cloud was twisted into countless pieces, and his iron spear pierced the iron spear fiercely.

There was a loud bang!

A howl of pain burst out from Xiao Zhang's lips, hitting countless cracks in the white paper on his face, and his people, like stones that were knocked away, shot towards the rear at high speed from the night sky in front of Lingyan Pavilion. It swept backwards and turned into a stream of light, hitting the wall of the imperial city heavily.

Countless cracks appeared on the thick wall of the imperial city, just like the white paper on his face, and countless debris fell from those cracks.

The burning night gradually returned to calm. There was no longer any flame, only a flame, that was Huo Yunlin.

Xue Xingchuan sat on Huo Yunlin and looked at Xiao Zhang sliding from the imperial city wall to the ground with an indifferent expression.

Debris falling from the cracks in the city wall fell on Xiao Zhang.

He stood up with the iron gun supporting his body, and the brick fragments on his shoulders fell again, just like the blood he spurted out.

He wiped the blood from his face with his trembling left arm and looked at Lingyan Pavilion hundreds of feet away with extremely complicated eyes, some awe, some fear, and very excited.

Worthy of being the second divine general in the mainland, Xue Xingchuan was really too strong, so strong that even he couldn't bear it.

But the emotions in his eyes were not entirely due to Xue Xingchuan, but more due to the seemingly ordinary iron gun in Xue Xingchuan's hand.

Shuangyu Divine Spear!

Xiao Zhang stared at the iron gun in Xue Xingchuan's hand and shouted sharply.

His eyes were extremely hot and his voice trembled like boiling tea.

Shuangyu's magic gun!

His Majesty Emperor Taizong's magic weapon at that time!

Number one on the Hundred Weapons List!

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Xue Xingchuan's strength is really too strong, even stronger than the rumors say, unbelievably strong.

The center of the imperial chariot diagram is in the palace. The Holy Empress asked Xue Xingchuan to guard the palace because she had absolute confidence in him.

The powerful men in the sacred realm who came to Kyoto tonight were all attracted by the Holy Queen to the vicinity of the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven.

Even if there are strong men in the sacred field who sneak in at night, they cannot avoid the murderous formation of heaven in the palace.

As for the powerful people below the sacred realm, no one is Xue Xingchuan's opponent.

Xiao Zhang's disastrous failure in one move is proof of this.

Not to mention, now that Shuangyu Divine Spear is in his hands, he can even fight against the powerful in the sacred realm!

Now unless Wang Po also comes and holds Zhou Du|fu's two broken knives, there might still be a chance.

But everyone knows that Wang Po is unlikely to appear tonight because he does not like the tyranny of Queen Tianhai, but there is an unsolvable thousand-year grudge between him and the Chen family.

No one can defeat Xue Xingchuan who is holding the Shuangyu Divine Spear, no one can break the imperial map, and the situation in Kyoto will always be under the control of the Holy Queen.

No matter how you look at it, this is a situation that cannot be solved.

Xue Xingchuan got off Huo Yunlin, patted it on the back, and signaled it to leave.

A line of fire illuminated the night, and Huo Yunlin left the battlefield and went somewhere in the Night Palace, waiting for the call.

Xue Xingchuan stood at the bottom of the long steps of Lingyan Pavilion, looking calmly at Xiao Zhang and Xiao De, the two masters of Xiaoyao Ranking, and slowly raised the Shuangyu Divine Spear in his hand.

Thousands of soldiers in the imperial city raised their divine crossbows, preparing to release a violent rain of crossbows.

Suddenly, Xue Xingchuan's brows wrinkled and his expression changed slightly.

I'm sorry. Xiao Zhang's voice penetrated the white paper covered with blood, and seemed particularly cold and terrifying: I am not your opponent, but tonight is not a competition!

After hearing this, Xue Xingchuan's face changed again, and his eyes became extremely cold, like glaciers.

Xiaode knelt on one knee and suddenly slapped the ground with his palm. All the bluestones on the ground shattered and then sputtered into the air.

At the same time, he cast the last magic weapon, a violent breath, following the blue stones, going in all directions, raising countless smoke and dust, and immediately covering up the scene in the field.

An extremely violent shout resounded in the smoke.

That was Xiao Zhang's voice.

In the imperial city shrouded in darkness and smoke, footsteps sounded like war drums.

Xiao Zhang started to charge, like a fierce horse, smashing through the debris and smoke, tearing through the night, and in an instant, he arrived in front of Lingyan Pavilion.

With a bang, the tip of his iron gun seemed to burst into a spring thunder, piercing Xue Xingchuan's face.

Xue Xingchuan groaned, his true energy surged out violently, and with a flick of his wrist, Shuangyu's divine spear chopped down on his head without any fancy.

There was a crisp sound, as if a thousand-year-old bell was being struck.

The frosty spear shone brightly in the night smoke, like the pale sun in the high sky in autumn, which was extremely desolate and solemn.

This shot contained both an indescribable lofty artistic conception and an unimaginable imperial pressure.

Even Xiao Zhang couldn't avoid this shot and was directly hit to the ground!

Several ear-piercing sounds sounded under the long steps of Lingyan Pavilion.

Xiao Zhang put his hands on the head and tail of the iron gun and raised it to the sky. The middle part of the iron gun was bent!

His arms are also bent!

His knees also bent!

He hit the ground!

The bluestone on the ground is broken!

His knees are shattered!

His wrist bone was shattered!

Blood spurted out from everywhere on Xiao Zhang's body, including between his lips, forming a line of blood balls in the night.

But what is terrifying is that even though he was so seriously injured and under the pressure of Shuangyu's divine spear, Xiao Zhang still did not fall completely.

What is he holding out for? Why did he charge at Xue Xingchuan again before, knowing that he was no match for Xue Xingchuan?

At this moment, Xue Xingchuan's expression changed again.

This is already the third time.

Different from the previous two times, Xue Xingchuan's expression changed even more this time. His eyebrows were raised, looking particularly angry. His face was extremely ugly, and he seemed a little surprised. His eyes were a little confused, as if he couldn't believe it. Then...a mouthful of blood spurted out from his lips!

The blood is green.

Just like his eyes at this time were turning into a faint green.

Also like his eyebrows and hair that were blown down by the night wind at this time, they were both green.

Xue Xingchuan was poisoned, extremely poisonous.

He could clearly feel that tens of thousands of knives were scraping and piercing his meridians.

His true energy was leaving his body at an unimaginable speed and venting towards the world.

What kind of poison is this? Can actually hurt him?

In a short period of time, he concluded that the poison he was poisoned must contain the legendary colorless, odorless, formless and qualityless peacock feathers.

But isn’t that the method of the demon princess? Could it be said that those who opposed the Holy Queen tonight actually colluded with the demons?

But when was he poisoned?

Since Dean Shang is a Ji Taoist, this master of medicine must also poison everyone. In this regard, he has always been very careful.

In the past six months, whether he was eating, practicing, or even bathing and changing clothes, he never acted like others and was very cautious.

Suddenly, he thought of something and understood the reason for his poisoning. He looked at a palace in the night, and his expression changed again, becoming a little painful, sad, and desolate.

It turns out that the medicine that heals people is the poison that kills people.

The most poisonous thing is people's hearts.

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In that quiet palace, Zhou Tong, who had been severely injured by Chen Changsheng in the middle of the night, was lying on the cave like a dead man, staring at the top of the palace with his eyes widened.

His eyes were like the eyes of a dead fish, without any luster, and looked a little disgusting, just like the bad breath in the words he muttered.

The most poisonous thing is the human heart. The human heart is human nature, and human nature is to live. What's wrong with this?

Zhou Tong looked at the top of the palace, his face was ashen, and he said to himself in a weak voice that no one could hear: None of us are his opponents, not even the empress. There are only two of us in our family, we can't all die. Come on, he promised that I will survive, so...brother...then I have no choice but to let you die.

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The blood dyed Xue Xingchuan's armor green, giving it a faint luster.

The palace suddenly became extremely quiet under the night, and countless eyes fell on the long steps of Lingyan Pavilion.

Xiao Zhang knew that something big had happened and he could no longer hold on. He painfully retracted his broken arms, kicked the broken ground with his only intact right foot, and left Xue Xingchuan's body.

Xue Xingchuan kept coughing, and with every cough, a stream of emerald green blood flowed from his lips.

The night blew gently, blowing the hair from his eyebrows and temples.

He no longer had the strength to hold the Shuangyu Divine Spear in his hand, and put it down tiredly.

There was a muffled sound, the ground shook slightly, and Shuangyu Divine Spear fell heavily to the ground.

Xue Xingchuan did not fall down. He held the iron gun in his hand, slowly lowered his head, and then closed his eyes.

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Countless exclamations resounded above the imperial city, full of grief and shock.

Suddenly, flames soared into the sky in the two turrets in the southwest, and the Eagle Pavilion in the east suddenly collapsed. And for some reason, many insidious crossbow arrows suddenly appeared in the night, shooting into the bodies of my colleagues, and screams of misery continued. , commotion began everywhere, the imperial army and guards were in chaos, and they could not care about Xiao Zhang and Xiao De, who were already seriously injured.

When the smoke and dust gradually settled, the figures of Xiao Zhang and Xiao De had disappeared. The chaos was not over yet. There were shouts and fighting sounds everywhere in the night.

A tall and thin figure appeared outside Chuyin Gate in the west of the imperial city.

The firelight in the imperial city gate illuminated his face, handsome and indifferent, he was the second master of the Tang family.

A Yulin military assistant will come out of the imperial city gate, look at him and whisper: Uncle.