Fighter of the Destiny

There was snow falling on the streets and ice on the water.

Kyoto in early winter is so lonely and quiet.

Wang Po and Chen Changsheng were walking along Luoshui. The streets were deserted and no one was there. Only the snow kept falling, as if it had been falling for ten years.

In the houses on both sides of the street, behind walls, on boats in Luoshui, behind bridges, and in the dark world, there are countless people hiding.

Those people came from various states, counties, royal palaces, ministries, and government agencies. There were government servants, catchers, purges, servants, heroes, and heroes.

However, the ice surface was gradually softened by the winter, and the withered willows were swaying gently, but no one took action. The two figures in the light snow were not disturbed in any way.

Because the experts in the imperial court never showed up, how could these government officials dare to take action first to catch the fast and clean up the Hakka servants?

As for those strong men from various states who consider themselves heroes, how can they have the nerve to dare to take action against Wang Po and Chen Changsheng?

When the minister of the Ministry of Rites was assassinated, which was a serious crime, the Zhou Dynasty court had enough reasons to want Wang Po, and the Oath of the Starry Sky ended.

The imperial court also had reasons to demand an explanation from Chen Changsheng and Li Gong.

Martial law has been imposed in Kyoto.

Outside Beibingmasi Alley, the man with the iron-cold smell all over his body has opened his eyes.

Until this time, there has been no movement in the court, naturally because of other reasons.

In front of the Baohe Tower, the Yulin Army, which had already been ready to go, was stopped by the state cavalry. The two cavalry formations, like black tides, could meet at any time.

In front of the city gate, teachers, teachers and students from the Fifth Ivy Courtyard were everywhere. Xu Shiji's face was ashen, but he could not order the cavalry to rush out.

In the wind and snow, Wang Po and Chen Changsheng continued to walk, occasionally stopping to say a few words to the cold willow snow bank, just like real tourists.

Where have they been, what have they done, what happened everywhere, and why has no one intercepted them until now?

This information was gathered in the shortest possible time in the courtyard that was once filled with begonia flowers but now only withered branches remained.

Zhou Tong sat in the Grand Master's chair. His bright red official robe became darker and darker, like real blood, and his face became paler, like real snow.

The entire Kyoto is now looking at the two people on the bank of Luoshui.

The whole world knew that those two people were coming here to kill him.

Logically speaking, even if those two people were Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, there was no way they could reach Beibingmasi Hutong.

But today's situation is a bit strange.

As for leaving the palace, it seems that he really wants to go crazy with Chen Changsheng.

There were many people watching indifferently, as if they were watching a play.

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Snowflakes fell from the eaves of the palace, drawing a white pattern on the black ground. A woman full of nobility stood in the middle of the white patterns, thinking about the first and last snowman she built in the Daxizhou Palace when she was a child, and the aggrieved look on her daughter's face before she left. Feeling weak, his tone became stronger.

Logically speaking, I am an outsider. I can just watch today's scene from the sidelines. But if something happens, it will affect the Northern Expedition.

The Pope looked at her and said, So, Mrs. Shepherd, you come to see me?

This lady's surname is Mu, because she is a princess from Daxi Continent. His Majesty the Pope and the former Queen of Tianhai are accustomed to calling her Mrs. Mu.

She also has an even more remarkable identity - the queen of the demon clan and a true saint.

So even when facing the Supreme Pope, she had no intention of giving in.

Do you want me to see Chen Changsheng?

Or you should go see the businessman, the pope said.

Mrs. Mu raised her eyebrows slightly and said, Now it's him and Wang Po who want to kill someone.

The Pope said: You have to kill them first.

Mrs. Mu did not expect to hear such an answer, and said in a slightly cold voice: Young people are fooling around, why do you have to interfere?

Everyone comes from a young age, and is Wang Po an ordinary young man? No, is it Chen Changsheng? No, he is my successor and your daughter's teacher. The pope's smile gradually faded, He said slowly: You should hope that he can succeed.

Mrs. Mu looked at him and suddenly said: The demon clan has never asked you to do anything.

A flash of light suddenly flashed in the pope's old eyes, a bit dazzling and a bit sharp.

Mrs. Mu’s expression remained unchanged and she said, “You understand what I mean.”

The Pope said calmly: I know what you are worried about. If I really ignored the overall situation, Zhou Tong would have died three hundred years ago.

This was already a promise, but Mrs. Mu obviously felt it was not enough and said, Then who sent the state cavalry?

The Pope sighed, stopped answering the question, turned around and walked deeper into the palace.

Mao Qiuyu appeared at some unknown time, stretched out his arms to Mrs. Mu politely, and said, Please go this way.

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The attitudes of the Monster Tribe and Daxizhou cannot change His Majesty the Pope's mind, but as His Majesty the Pope said, what he values ​​most is the overall situation.

In the early snow of Kyoto, Li Gong solved many problems for Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, making the long street deserted and empty for a longer time, but no big shot in the state religion came to help.

In that case, the state religion and the imperial court would really be at odds with each other, which would affect the overall situation of the future Northern Expedition to the Demon Clan, just as Mrs. Mu worried.

Mrs. Mu was not very satisfied with the situation in front of her, because she did not want Wang Po and Chen Changsheng's crazy behavior to succeed, nor did she want them to die.

Now that the imperial court has been prepared, there must be countless strong men ambush in Beibingsi Alley. The most important thing is that Tieshu will definitely appear.

No matter how you look at it, both Wang Po and Chen Changsheng are bound to die.

Many people think so.

Therefore, when they look at the two figures walking on the deserted long street in the fluttering snow, they can always see some tragic meaning.

The wind whistles and Luoshui is cold.

Wang Po and Chen Changsheng did not have this consciousness.

They walked along the Luoshui River and talked about old stories from the past, such as what Wang Zhice was like back then, and the changes in recent years, such as how many times Naihe Bridge was hit by ships last year.

Walking and chatting, walking in the snow without looking for plum blossoms, looking forward without being arrogant, just taking steps and steps, adjusting naturally, and gradually becoming in harmony with the heaven and earth.

Then, we walked to Beibingmasi Hutong.

There was no cavalry like a tide, no crossbows like a rainstorm.

On the clear snowy street, they saw only one person.

The man's whole body was filled with chills, and his sharp edge was hidden between his clothes. He was not in the same world as Wei Xue, and had a sense of escaping from the world.

This is a strong man in the sacred realm.

Tie Shu, the realm is extremely profound. He does not win by magic, but only by strength. In terms of combat power, he can be among the top three in all directions.

Wang Po said to Chen Changsheng.

Back in Xunyang City, when he and Chen Changsheng teamed up to fight Zhu Luo, they had no chance of victory, not even the slightest chance.

Tieshu, who appeared on the snowy street today, is similar in strength to Zhu Luo. He is younger, and his energy, blood and will are at their peak.

As Wang Po commented, in terms of combat power alone, Tieshu, Bieyanghong and another old monster are the most powerful.

Even if Old Man Tianji is resurrected, he may not be stronger than him in this regard.

What they have to face today is such a person.

Tieshu did not stand on the street, but sat at a table on the street.

There are some chairs around the table.

Let's separate.

good.

I'll go sit for a while.

good.

The simple two-sentence conversation ends.

Chen Changsheng and Wang Po separated on the street.

Wang Po walked towards the street.

Chen Changsheng walked towards the courtyard on the street.

Wang Po wanted to sit at that table.

Sit down and meet for a while.

He wants to meet Tieshu for a while.

Although he is at the top of the list of Xiaoyao and the unquestionable number one master among the younger generation, he is still far behind compared to legendary powerhouses like Tieshu.

However, no one dares to say that he will definitely lose.

Because he is Wang Po.

His family was destroyed, he wandered to Tamsui, and traveled to Tiannan. He spent his whole life fighting against a powerful fate.

Whether it was the Zhou Dynasty or a strong man like Zhu Luo.

As of today, he hasn't really won a game, but he hasn't lost either.

King Po of Tianliang is best at using the weak to defeat the strong.

The courtyard at the end of the street was once full of crabapple flowers, but tonight it was covered with snow.

Chen Changsheng walked over there, with a calm expression, steady steps, and comfortable breathing.

He knew that there must be many assassins, killers, strong men hidden in that courtyard, as well as Master Zhou Tong, who was in the Star Gathering Realm.

But he had no fear because he had been here.

He failed to kill Zhou Tong that time, and he will definitely be able to kill Zhou Tong today.

He was confident that he would take Zhou Tong's head among all the troops.

Because of the Tao he cultivated and the sword he learned, he was the enemy of thousands of people.

It's just that except for the time when he killed someone in the tea shop in the wilderness, he has never had the opportunity to show it to the world.

Chen Changsheng, the state religionist, is best at using a small number to defeat a large number of people.