Fighter of the Destiny

From Xunyang City to Wanliu Garden, Zhu Luo suffered two consecutive blows and was no longer at his peak. However, when he drew his sword, he was still the strong man in the sacred realm, with wind and rain accompanying him.

The heavy rain tonight has been falling for a long time, and even now, there is still a lot of rain flowing down from the mountains. The rainwater merged into the white shallow ditch, and the water in the ditch gradually became muddy.

Suddenly, the murky canal water turned as white as snow flakes.

Not because of purification, but because of the refraction of light.

An extremely bright brilliance appeared below the Tomb of Heavenly Books.

This brilliance comes from the sword in Zhu Luo's hand.

Immediately afterwards, a white group of light appeared in the night sky with scattered clouds and stars. Everyone knew it was fake, but it looked so real.

Zhu Luo's sword slashed towards the Tianshu Mausoleum.

A ray of moonlight moves with it.

A moonlight also appeared in the night sky at the same time.

The water in the shallow ditch became extremely bright, and the white was a bit dazzling.

The Shinto made of white jade was also illuminated extremely white.

One sword intention and two moonlight rays, rising up and following, like the tide.

This is exactly the strongest swordsmanship that Zhu Luo realized after seeing the demon moon in the far north snowfield hundreds of years ago.

With this set of swordsmanship, he directly killed the second demon general at that time, establishing his unparalleled reputation.

Tonight is his last night. This sword must be his last, so of course it will be his strongest sword.

The entire Tianshu Mausoleum was illuminated by the moonlight. It was really awe-inspiring for this powerful man from Tianliang County to push his sword intent to such a level even though he was still seriously injured.

However...such a powerful and superb sword failed to enter the divine way, let alone reach the peak of the Tomb of Heavenly Books.

At the moment when two rays of moonlight rose with the intention of the sword, another ray of light suddenly burst out from below the Tomb of Heavenly Books.

This light is brighter, whiter, and more chilling than the moonlight brought by Zhu Luo.

That was also a sword light.

The sword light, like wind and snow, enveloped the world below the Shinto in a very short period of time.

Two extremely powerful sword intentions met at this moment.

The water in the shallow ditch was boiling, spraying countless crystal water droplets into the night sky, and then was cut in half.

Countless straight sword marks appeared on the hard black stone flat, going deep into the ground, about several feet deep.

Countless shrill cutting sounds filled the space between heaven and earth, which seemed extremely terrifying.

Will those two rays of moonlight be able to drive away the wind and snow, or will the wind and snow finally cover up the moonlight?

There was an extremely harsh sound of metal breaking!

There was a strong wind and snow, and the moonlight in the night sky was blown to pieces, and the moonlight in front of the Shinto was also annihilated and unknown!

Zhu Luo's figure suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, he was back in front of his wheelchair.

His face was very pale, and the sword in his hand was broken.

The gray hair was flying gently in the night wind, and a few stems broke off from time to time.

With the determination to die, he slashed the sword towards the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books. He was extremely determined and naturally would not choose to retreat.

He was directly forced back by the sword intent like wind and snow.

The Holy Queen of Tianhai has not yet taken action, whose sword intention is so powerful?

Zhu Luo's body trembled slightly, as if the next moment, he would be blown to the ground by the night wind.

The stargazer glanced at him.

Zhu Luo slowly shook his head, slowly put the broken sword in his hand back into its sheath, slowly raised his head and looked forward.

He could have made these movements more graceful, but he didn't. He just did them very seriously and slowly, because he knew that this was the last time he would sheath his sword.

The sword intent like wind and snow gradually dissipated, and the scene below the Shinto was vaguely revealed. A pavilion could be seen there.

There is a person sitting in the pavilion.

Zhu Luo looked over there and said with emotion: I didn't expect you to be so strong.

There was a soft sound, and the front of his clothes split open, revealing a clear and deep scar, and blood gradually overflowed.

Two years ago, Xun Mei went to die to seek enlightenment, which touched me. That night, I decided to break through. Since then, I have been so strong.

An ancient voice sounded from beneath the pavilion.

The sound came from the armor, as if the dust and rust on the armor's surface had been smeared with enough time.

Where the words fell, dust began to rise, and then there was a sound of metal friction.

Immediately afterwards, the pavilion collapsed, smoke and dust rose, and a mountain-like figure loomed in the middle.

After sitting under this pavilion for more than six hundred years, I finally stood up tonight.

He is the guardian of Tianshu Mausoleum.

The most powerful general in the mainland, history.

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Looking at the collapsed pavilion and the figure in the smoke, people were shocked and their expressions became extremely solemn.

None of the powerful people who come to the Tomb of Heavenly Books will forget the existence of this legendary figure, but people have become accustomed to seeing him as a statue or symbol.

Guarding the mausoleum for more than 600 years, the mainland's number one god general has gained the respect of the entire world. Even if there are wind and rain in all directions, they dare not have any contempt for him.

Everyone knew that if it weren't for the oath to guard the tomb, he might have entered the sacred realm many years ago.

But tonight, people realized that he had already broken through!

He stood in front of the Shinto, holding the scabbard in his left hand and the sword in his right hand. Although he was only one person, he looked like a thousand troops.

Before His Majesty Taizong returned to the sea of ​​​​stars, you once swore an oath that you would not become a saint in this life.

Zhu Luo ignored the increasingly deep wounds in his chest and abdomen, stared at history and said, Now that you have broken your oath, how can you have the face to see His Majesty in the future?

Except for Zhu Luo, Stargazer, Bieyanghong and other powerful people in the sacred field, no one knows about this matter, and no one understands why His Majesty Emperor Taizong asked history to make such an oath before his death.

Even the head of the Qiu Shan family obviously didn't know the inside story, with a thoughtful look on his face.

History was silent and did not answer Zhu Luo's words. The shadow of the helmet covered his face, and he didn't know what kind of expression he had on it at the moment.

The old people and old oaths from back then are no longer important.

Zhu Luo said with emotion: That's right. Even I broke my oath to the starry sky in Xunyang City. How can I be harsh on you when I attack Wang Po?

After saying this, he slowly sat back in the wheelchair and slowly closed his eyes.

The blood that overflowed from the wound between his chest and abdomen suddenly changed color and became crystal clear, as if it was mixed with a lot of crystal fragments.

The crystal blood turned into countless brilliance when it met the night wind.

His body also turned into countless brilliance, just like the brightness on the demonic snowfield hundreds of years ago.

The brilliance was gradually dispersed by the night wind, drifting in all directions until it disappeared.

Only an empty wheelchair remained.

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Jolo is dead.

No matter what the world thinks of him, especially after the rainy night in Xunyang City, he is after all a big shot in the mainland.

Although he was defeated miserably at the hands of the Southern Saint and Su Li twice, he was ultimately the most powerful person in the sacred realm and the great master of the human race.

When he was young, he went north to the snowy plains several times and made great achievements. He was good at poetry and wine, and was extremely handsome. He was the idol of many people.

After all, he is the leader of Jueqing Sect, the leader of Tianliang County, and the leader of Bafang Fengyu.

In normal times, the death of a big man like him would definitely be a major event that would shake the entire continent.

Tonight, his death seemed so ordinary.

This is not only to say that his death seemed too ordinary, but also that when seeing his death, many people's emotional reactions were not that exaggerated.

This means that everyone is vaguely mentally prepared that this kind of thing will continue to happen, and this kind of picture will still appear.

There will inevitably be strong men in the sacred realm who fall.

I just don’t know if it’s the wind and rain from all directions, or the saint on top of the Tomb of the Book of Heaven.

Tonight is indeed a very scary night.

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There was a snap.

The scabbard in History's hand fell to his feet, splashing a little rain.

The turbid water in the canal jumped up, then fell, returning to silence, daring not to move again.

Two far-reaching gazes looked around the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven from the darkness under the armor.

A voice also spread from the darkness under the armor to the surroundings of the Tomb of Heavenly Books.

Those who follow the Shinto path will die.

This was what the Holy Queen Tianhai told Chen Changsheng before she took him to the top of the Tianshu Mausoleum.

It was quiet, no one spoke.

The stargazer looked at the empty wheelchair in silence. The hat had been taken off at some point, revealing his plain face.

The look on Biyang's red face was very solemn. Wuwu Bi stood beside him. The fly whisk in her arm had already hung to her waist. Her hand was held very tightly, and her paleness was faintly visible.

Although Zhu Luo was seriously injured and has not recovered, he is one of the storms in all directions after all.

And if what history says is true, it has only been two years since he entered the sacred realm. Logically speaking, his understanding and grasp of the legal rules of heaven and earth should be far inferior to Zhu Luo.

However, he only used one sword to kill Zhu Luo.

This fact was difficult for them to accept, and they felt a little heavy.

But no matter how difficult it is to accept the fact, it has already happened, and what needs to be done must continue after all.

The three Feng Yu had already faintly sensed that the soul of Queen Tianhai had gone elsewhere. At this time, it was only her people standing on the top of the Tianshu Mausoleum. Moreover, she had just fallen into the realm because she changed the destiny for Chen Changsheng. Being mentally shocked by the fact that Chen Changsheng was not Prince Zhaoming could be said to be his weakest moment in more than two hundred years.

This also means that this is the moment when the Holy Queen is most likely to be defeated.

They can't miss this opportunity now.

If they want to ascend the Shinto and fight against the Holy Queen Tianhai, they must first defeat the historical generals below the Shinto.

And others don’t know it, but they know the biggest secret of history very well, and they even want history to die.

Wufenbi's expression was clearly very nervous, and a flash of fear occasionally flashed in his eyes, but it was eventually replaced by madness.

In the eyes of Queen Tianhai, she is stupid, incompetent and almost an idiot. After all, she is a strong person in the sacred realm. The occasional frustration of her Taoist heart cannot completely affect her state of mind.

History must have been injured, this is an opportunity. She sternly said to Bieyanghong: Hurry up!

The small flowers sway gently at the bottom of the little finger, with their own rhythm, making the night wind look beautiful.

Bie Yihong remained silent and did not listen to his wife's words.

The rain had stopped a long time ago, the clouds were opening and the stars were appearing. Suddenly, the stars in the sky seemed to become brighter.

It gives people the feeling that the stars in the sky are closer to the ground.

Next to the wheelchair, there is no stargazer figure anymore, only a hat in the rain.

The stars in the sky came to the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven as if they were real or imaginary, and followed the figure towards the place where history stood.

History raised its head slightly, and the dark face that had been hidden by armor for more than six hundred years was finally illuminated by the starlight.

It was an extremely old face.