Fighter of the Destiny

To anyone who looks at it, this is all forceful rhetoric, forced smile, and forced composure. Xiao De also thinks so, and the mocking look on his face becomes more and more intense.

Chen Changsheng explained: If we can kill him, of course it would be best. Even if we can't, it would be good to drive him out of here.

Xiaode didn't understand his reasoning, and neither did the dozens of masters in the field.

Even if, as Chen Changsheng said, Zhou Tong personally arranged this situation and turned Zhou Tong into a bereaved dog, why would a bereaved dog be so close to death?

Whether it is midsummer or cold winter, you can see homeless dogs everywhere in Kyoto. Although they live a hard life, they are not easy to die. What's more, even if Zhou Tong is a dog, he is not an ordinary dog. He has the sharpest fangs in the world, which are also tempered with the most terrifying poison.

But precisely because of this, Chen Changsheng felt that Zhou Tong was not far from death.

A bereaved dog must be in constant panic all day long, because if a rat crosses the street, everyone will scream and beat it.

Xiao De understood, looked at him like a child, and said, Do you think there are still people who will help you kill Zhou Tong?

In the eyes of him and many others, Wang Po and Chen Changsheng insisted on killing Zhou Tong, which was the craziest thing. Where could there be such madmen in the world?

Chen Changsheng said honestly: I don't know anyone who will help us kill Zhou Tong.

Then he continued: But I'm sure there will be people.

There are too many people in the world who want Zhou Tong to die.

Zhou Tong left the courtyard with the crabapple trees and Beibingmasi Hutong. No matter how big the world was, there would never be a place for him.

Those who want him to die will definitely seize this opportunity and give him the most fatal blow.

Because of Shang Xingzhou's existence, most people who want Zhou Tong to die will probably not take action, but there will always be people who do.

The so-called majority will not lend a helping hand to Zhou Tong, but will only stand by and watch Zhou Tong die.

It was just like what he and Su Li had seen on their way back from the snowfield thousands of miles south, just like they were in Xunyang City.

Xiao De did not believe his judgment and said pitifully: When a person is about to die, his heart will also be in chaos. What's the point of saying such things again?

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Facing Xiaode, a powerful figure in the Xiaoyao Ranking, and dozens of masters in the Star Gathering Realm, no matter how you looked at it, Chen Changsheng seemed to have only a dead end. Wang Po's current situation is even worse than him. Although he has just broken through, his arm is seriously injured and his meridians are severely damaged. Not to mention the strength to fight again, even walking in the river full of ice slag is extremely difficult. Difficulties, and what he faced at this time were hundreds of elite cavalry, two divine generals, the second master of the Tang family, and arrows that covered the sky like a rainstorm.

The sky was torn into countless streaks by the rain of arrows, and the cold wind was dancing wildly. Wang Po stood in the river, his expression unchanged, still calm, or a little dull.

When everyone wanted to kill him, he entered Kyoto with his sword and fought against the Holy Spirit on the snowy street. He was extremely shocked and broke through the barrier in Luoshui, killing a peerless strong man like Tie Shu with one sword. No matter from which aspect, he has achieved the ultimate, and his sword skills have also been brought to the extreme.

At this point, I no longer have any regrets, and I can't do any more shocking things.

He opened his eyes and calmly watched the rain of arrows falling from the sky, because now he could do nothing else.

Suddenly, a strong wind swept across Luoshui with wind and snow.

This gust of wind was so strong that those extremely fast feather arrows were actually messed up, lost all their power, and then fell slumped from the sky.

Hundreds of arrows fell into the cold river water, floating and sinking, looking like broken branches, very bleak.

The second master of the Tang family suddenly raised his head and looked at Xue Kong, his expression changed slightly, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

Wang Po must die.

This is the promise made by Shang Xingzhou, Bai Di and his wife, and the Fourteenth Route Rebel King to Zhu Luo.

Now it is obvious that this is the best chance for the court to kill Wang Po, and it is also very likely to be the last chance.

Just as the strong wind from the snowy sky blew down arrows, the two god generals moved.

These two god generals are not very high in the rankings of the Great Zhou Army, but their cultivation realm is very profound, far surpassing that of Xue He, who had reached the Star Gathering Realm many years ago.

More than a dozen cold willow trees on the river embankment were instantly shattered, two dragon-blooded horses screamed and were shocked to death, and the two god generals rose through the air and swept towards Luoshui!

Two iron spears glowed with cold light, stabbing towards Wang Po in Luoshui!

Wow! A very clear sound sounded in the snowy sky.

It was as if all the ice in Luoshui melted in an instant, and then went to higher places and turned into a waterfall.

No, that was the sound of a paper kite flying high in the sky, being blown by the cold wind.

There is a thread tied below the kite, and there is a person on the thread.

The man jumped down from the sky with a splashing sound.

It was the white paper on his face that was fluttering in the cold wind.

He was like a stone, falling into the Luoshui River, ahead of the two divine generals.

The two powerful iron spears arrived.

The man raised his weapon, which was also an iron gun.

This iron spear is of course not as good as the Shuangyu Divine Spear in the palace, nor as good as the spear in the hands of historical generals, nor as good as the spear in Xue Xingchuan's hand.

But this iron gun is also one of the most famous guns in the world. To a certain extent, it is even more famous than the guns of History and Xue Xingchuan.

Because that person is too famous.

Now that history has returned to the Demon Realm, Xue Xingchuan is buried in the suburbs of Beijing. How many iron guns in the world can be more domineering and arrogant than his?

The iron spear flew away violently, blocking the iron spears of the two great Zhou generals.

Two extremely dull collision sounds sounded on the Luoshui River, and the waves scattered.

The Yulin army, which had already rushed into the river, was shaken and staggered, and the horses in Hanliu neighed in pain.

The two god generals were knocked back to the embankment, blood spurted from their mouths, and they were seriously injured.

The man stood in Luoshui without taking a step back.

There were also countless feather arrows falling from the sky, like heavy rain, like dark clouds, and Luoshui suddenly became dark.

The man's iron spear was horizontal, standing on the cold water like an iron rope, unshakable.

Lured by the force of the spear, a wall of water more than a hundred feet wide spewed out of the Luoshui River.

Those feather arrows shot into the water wall and were destroyed instantly.

Then, he took back the iron gun and gave it a heavy meal.

The tail of the gun fell into the water, and the river water rose up like a waterfall, like the beginning of a spring, and scattered in all directions, like water arrows, shooting at the military masters who were rushing towards them at high speed.

There were groaning sounds everywhere on Luoshui River, and blood stains could be seen everywhere on the water mixed with ice slag.

In just an instant, more than ten military masters were seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness.

There was a moment of silence between heaven and earth.

Wow.

Paper kites are flying high in the sky.

Walls of water fell into the river.

The white paper on the man's face kept trembling.

With a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth and hit the white paper, looking like a charming flower.

It was not until the end that he decided to take action, which was inevitably a bit hasty, and his opponent was not an ordinary person, but the imperial court.

He forced two generals back with one shot, blocked the rain of arrows from the sky with one shot, and seriously injured more than a dozen military masters with one shot. Even he had to pay a heavy price.

But he didn't care, because at this time he was able to confirm that his decision was correct, because at this time he felt very happy.

A hoarse, violent voice penetrated the bleeding white paper and fell on the ears of countless people on both sides of the Luoshui River.

Who else?

This sentence is so arrogant.

This person is very arrogant.

What a great Xiao Zhang.