Fighter of the Destiny

The sword rises, the sword falls, and the wind and snow blow.

The sword of history is like the scenery on the snowy field in midwinter, entering the starlight extremely coldly.

Countless clear cracking sounds were heard, and countless stars were cut open and chopped into pieces.

Those stars are not real, they are just the condensation of starlight. Although they are chopped into pieces by the sword of the wind and snow of history, they will not really fall into pieces, but will become countless fragments shining with starlight.

In the night sky in front of the Shinto, there were countless traces of meteors, and at the forefront of those traces was an extremely tiny fragment of starlight.

Countless trailing stars also appeared on the stone flats and on the water in the canal, which looked particularly beautiful.

Those extremely dense and tiny meteors passed through the violent wind and snow and fell on the history.

Pitter patter, like a sudden rain, like wind and sand hitting the tent, countless small wounds suddenly appeared on the surface of the ancient armor.

The dust in the gaps in the armor was blown away, and the rust on the surface of the armor was gradually peeled off by the starlight fragments, and some bright red colors could still be seen vaguely.

Useless coward!

Seeing the stargazer shooting into the wind and snow with starlight and taking advantage of the field, Wuwubi could no longer wait for her husband to make the first move. She let out a low voice full of resentment and rushed over there.

Following her figure to the bottom of the Shinto, there were also waves hundreds of feet high. They were cold sea water and the will of death.

In a battle in the sacred realm, if you want to win, you must not hold anything back. Once she takes action, it is her most powerful method!

Boom! The sound of thunderous waves resounded in the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven, and the infinite blue waves crashed towards history!

There is no emotional change on the ancient face, just like the roots of an old tree that have been cut off for hundreds of years.

There was no change in the expression in his eyes, like an old well that had dried up for hundreds of years.

Facing the joint attack of two peerless men with the most powerful Taoist techniques, he still held the sword in his hand and slashed forward very straightly.

His sword came from the snowy fields of the north, and the cold was extremely chilling.

The wind and snow were blowing violently, trying to swallow up the countless tiny meteors and freeze the huge waves.

Can he do it?

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The world in front of the Tianshu Mausoleum is divided by three sublime auras, presenting three magical scenes.

The night sky is divided into three parts: one side is full of shooting stars, the other side is full of wind and snow, and the other side is full of blue waves.

In the distance, there is a small red flower that appears and disappears in the wind and snow, in the stardust, and in the rough waves, as bright as before.

Countless snowflakes fell one after another, and as soon as the water in the canal froze, it was broken again by tiny meteors, and then countless stagnant water with a sense of death came over.

The rust marks on the historical armor were all wiped away by those small meteors, and washed by the endless sea water, making them extremely bright.

The surface of the armor reflects the extremely complex light mixed with starlight and sea water, painting the night sky above the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books with a layer of eerie color.

There were two muffled sounds, and a trace left by a whisk appeared on the chest of the bright armor. There was a star-like pattern next to it, about an inch deep, and it almost penetrated through.

The blood slowly flowing out of the gaps in the armor was instantly frozen by the low temperature into blood flowers, like blood coral.

Facing the strongest attacks from two powerful men in the sacred realm at the same time, no matter how profound the history of cultivation was, he was forced to be at a disadvantage and was already in danger.

However, the little red flower behind the wind and snow, deep in the stardust, and high in the blue sky, still swayed silently, obviously not intending to join the battle.

Bieyang Hong suddenly raised his head and looked at the top of Tianshu Mausoleum.

There was a look of astonishment in his peaceful eyes.

The Holy Queen of Tianhai stood at the top of the Tomb of Heavenly Books. No matter how fierce the battle was below the Shinto, her expression did not change at all, and she did not even look at it.

Her eyes fell on an extremely distant place, tens of thousands of miles away.

Her soul is also tens of thousands of miles away.

Tens of thousands of miles away, on the bank of Jiumiao Creek in Xining Town, the monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked across.

There was a night breeze blowing gently on the forest tops, and also ruffling the clothes of the beautiful woman across the stream.

Queen Tianhai was standing by the stream, but she seemed to be no longer there.

The monk frowned slightly, flicked his sleeves, and threw the rosary beads in his hand into the creek.

With a pop, the rosary beads fell into the stream, but they did not sink. Instead, they suddenly scattered into dozens of beads and shot out in all directions of the stream.

The blood lotuses that were swinging between the two breaths moved violently under the impact of these beads, as if being pulled by invisible ropes, drifting slowly and difficultly to the other side.

He sensed something, so he did not hesitate to give up this string of magic beads to lock the starlight around the stream and keep her soul here.

Queen Tianhai raised her lips slightly, revealing a mocking smile, and waved her sleeves.

The gentle night wind fell on the stream, and the floating blood lotuses could no longer move forward. The Buddhist beads scattered like stars on the stream trembled for some reason.

When the night wind calmed down, she had disappeared by the stream.

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Due to many considerations, there is not much cultivated land in the wilderness between Kyoto and Luoyang, and most of it is wilderness.

Late at night in early autumn, these fields, which have just been watered by heavy rains, are extremely muddy and difficult to walk on. They are no better than the large swamps northeast of Baidi City.

To Taoist Ji, this is nothing.

After he left Kyoto, he kept walking towards the east. It didn't take long before he could faintly see the outline of the majestic city in front of him.

However, he did not continue forward, but stopped in the field and glanced at the hourglass in his hand.

The upper half of the hourglass was almost empty, and the flow of falling sand was very thin, as if it might be interrupted at any time.

He looked up at the night sky.

The night sky that should have been filled with stars could not see a single star at this time, only endless black.

At the edge of the night sky, many high-speed flowing clouds can be faintly seen, but only a little silvery light can be seen there.

Those night clouds kept tearing each other apart, entangled, and combined, forming an increasingly clear picture with the night in the middle.

It was an extremely huge black dragon, spanning the entire night sky, like a mountain range.

The edges of this black dragon are glowing with silver, giving people a particularly cold feeling.

Taoist Ji stood in the field, looking at the dragon transformed into the night sky, his expression became solemn.

Since the beginning of the war, his position has finally been confirmed by the Holy Queen Tianhai.

He could even clearly feel that Tianhai's soul was returning from tens of thousands of miles away, and Tianhai on the top of Tianshu Mausoleum was also withdrawing his sight.

If her eyes finally fell here, if her soul returned to her body, if she came here, then he would have to fight her head-on.

Even though she could be said to be at her weakest moment two hundred years ago, he still didn't want to fight her head-on.

Twenty years ago, he had learned enough lessons.

A ray of clear light overflowed from the depths of his robe.

This clear light is so sublime and holy that it cannot be described in human language.

His robe began to tremble slightly, especially at the cuffs.

With a sneer, the cuffs of the Taoist robe tore, and more than a dozen extremely fine cloth threads were pulled out by invisible force.

In the night sky, more than ten cracks appeared on the body of the black dragon, which was obviously made of Tao magic, and clear light appeared from within.

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The soul returns from thousands of miles away.

Queen Tianhai's phoenix eyes became brighter.

She retracted her gaze from the distance, and did not look toward Luoyang, but looked at her feet.

An extremely clear phoenix cry suddenly appeared in the Tomb of Heavenly Books, resounding throughout the night!

This phoenix cry was so overbearing that nothing else in the world dared to make any sound!

The Holy Queen Tianhai disappeared before Chen Changsheng's eyes.

Two black lights that looked like smoke and mist suddenly appeared on the white shrine.

The edge of the black light cut through the space, making an extremely sharp sound.

Those are the wings of the phoenix.

Holy Queen Tianhai finally showed her strongest side in front of the world.

Nothing could be faster than her speed, no matter sound, sight, or even thoughts.

She did not go to Luoyang, but like a black lightning, she landed on the stone flat below the Shinto.

The dark phoenix wings fanned the night wind, but darkened the night.

In the dark night, a white, crystal finger stretched out.

That finger calmly and irresistibly destroyed all the snow, meteors and sea water in front of it, and pointed at the Taoist nun's eyebrows.

That finger suddenly appeared in the Taoist nun's eyes.

The infinite blue eyes were full of panic, and the originally beautiful face was distorted by shock and fear.

She screamed in fear, her clothes vibrated violently, setting off traces like water waves on the ground, and she used the momentum to quickly retreat.

At the same time, the fly whisk in her hand danced wildly in front of her, scattering one wave after another with the meaning of death.

However, how could she avoid that finger?

That finger was very stable and calm, and there was no flame visible on it. However, it had the hottest temperature in the world, which was the true fire of the phoenix.

In the sound of chi chi, the waves with a sense of death were evaporated into countless white mist in an instant, and then quickly dispersed.

The layers of water on the ground were evaporated in an instant and began to burn. The fire spread extremely quickly to Wuxianbi's feet, and ignited the hem of her robe with a bang!

The finger continued to move forward, calmly and steadily, but extremely majestic, as if it had to stay out of the way even if there were thousands of mountains and rivers ahead.

Wuxianbi looked at the finger that was getting closer and closer, her face turned gray and she was extremely desperate.

There was a soft snap.

A small red flower appeared in front of Wufenbi's eyebrows.

The little red flower was very tender, its petals trembled gently in the night wind, and it was very bright. You could even see a few drops of dew on the petals, making them a little wet.

The finger fell on the little red flower, the petals trembled slightly, and the dew evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it was much slower than the previous water waves.

Tianfeng True Fire can burn everything in the world.

The petals gradually softened and then withered, looking particularly tired.

Finally, a loud sound dissipated in the night wind.

The finger also disappeared at the same time, and it was unknown where it went.

Infinite Biwang screamed somewhere: Run away!

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(It feels so bad when I have a cold. I want to curse.)