Fighter of the Destiny

In the thick fog, countless sword lights suddenly lit up.

Chen Changsheng looked at the mist covering the surrounding areas, slightly bent his left knee, and held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, as if he would draw the sword in the next moment.

In fact, countless swords have already flowed out from his tiger's mouth and from his clothes, slashing in all directions. The extremely sharp sword intent filled the space between heaven and earth, and the ruined courtyard was instantly chopped into countless pieces, whether it was the boulders at the bottom of the lake or the woods covered with thick snow, but the thick fog in the surrounding areas was not broken. I don't know when the color of the fog became extremely dark, pitch black, like night, extremely rich, extremely real, like the thickest sludge.

No matter how sharp and powerful the sword intent is, falling into this thick black fog, it is like a dead leaf falling into muddy water, spinning, struggling, and then disappearing.

This thick black mist is no longer pure water mist, but has been tainted with the purest evil spirit.

With a clang sound, Chen Changsheng drew out his dagger.

The clean and bright sword blade ignored those terrifying and sinister demonic intentions, and finally cut a hole in the demonic mist.

The thick black mist surged crazily, especially at the breach opened by the Wugou Sword. It looked more like countless black mud gushing out.

In the sputtering black mist, a hand stretched out from inside, holding a stone-like weapon. If you look carefully, it looks like half a broken monument.

Compared with this weapon that looks like a broken monument, the hand itself is even more terrifying.

——Even the torn space and Chen Changsheng's extremely powerful sword intent could not make the hand tremble slightly.

The black mist squeezed and spurted more violently, and the mountain-like demonic shadow finally appeared in Chen Changsheng's sight.

The howling cold wind blew the beard and hair of this demon clan figure, but it could not move the two demon horns, nor could he move his person.

Broken monuments fell from the sky.

Chen Changsheng seemed to see a huge black mountain collapsing in front of his eyes, pressing over him.

An indescribable violent aura struck an inch to the right between his eyebrows without any bias.

The infinite and domineering power is directed at the smallest place, which represents the irresistible power of Haidi.

Chen Changsheng had already experienced this almost suffocating experience on the snowfield battlefield more than a year ago.

Even if he has thousands of sword intentions and thousands of methods, he can't make up for the insurmountable gap between the strength of the two sides.

There was nothing new, as if it was still last year. His eyes were still bright and clear, without any fear. He flipped his wrist and the dagger went away with his eyebrows.

He was still preparing to use the third sword taught by Su Li.

Stupid sword.

He knew that this sword could block the sea whistle, but he would also be seriously injured.

On the battlefield, this outcome had been proven, but he still chose this way.

It seems that this choice is indeed a bit stupid, just like the name of this sword.

But apart from this sword, he had no other way to block Hai Di's full blow.

Yes, he couldn't avoid or retreat, he had to block the sea whistle, just like he did on the battlefield.

Because there were hundreds of ordinary human soldiers behind him at that time, and now there are ordinary people who were injured and unable to leave behind him.

But tonight he is not fighting alone.

Ever since he was seriously injured on the battlefield last year, that little girl never let him leave her sight.

A darker light and shadow suddenly appeared in the thick black fog, which was the trace left by her high speed in the space.

When Chen Changsheng raised the dagger in front of his eyes, the girl in black appeared in front of him, raising her hands to greet the broken monument that emerged from the mist.

Compared with Haidi's huge mountain-like figure, she is so petite.

Compared with the broken monument-shaped black stone, her white hands were so pitiful, as if they were fragile and would turn into countless fragments in the next moment.

But she still greeted him with her hands raised, her posture was a bit strange, it didn't look like she was fighting, but like she was presenting flowers.

The next moment, a flowerpot actually appeared in her hands.

But there were no flowers in that pot, only one green leaf, and only two leaves were left, which looked a bit desolate.

Broken monument and Qingye met in the air.

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There was no sound. Compared with the whistling sound caused by the surrounding thick fog being squeezed, the silence in front of the broken bridge was a bit eerie.

That's because these two forces are too terrifying and powerful, tearing apart the surrounding things and vibrating at a frequency that is beyond the range that normal creatures can hear.

The last remaining water in the wet mud was squeezed out by these two powerful forces, and then evaporated again.

Immediately afterwards, he was frozen by the coldness emanating from the brows and eyes of the girl in black.

The thick fog gradually thinned, and both the moisture and the evil spirit were condensed into water. Before they had time to turn into rain, they had already formed into ice beads.

Countless crystal ice beads reflect the starlight falling in the night sky, just like countless night pearls, illuminating this place extremely beautifully.

The beauty seems not to be in this world.

Just like the bottom of Beixin Bridge on those countless nights.

Standing in front of the tiny ice beads in the sky, the figure of the girl in black is still petite.

But at this time, she no longer felt fragile, but extremely powerful.

An incomprehensible laughter sounded from Haidi's mouth.

The mist suddenly became thick again, and the terrifying demonic energy rushed towards her like a torrential flood.

The bottom of the extremely dry lake had countless deep cracks. Her black clothes were dancing wildly, with several cracks appearing. Her black hair was dancing wildly, with several stems broken off, and the iron chains tied around her ankles were also broken. Dancing wildly, like a snake in the fire suffering endless pain.

It was obvious that she, who had not been able to completely break the restriction, was still no match for this big shot of the Demon Clan, even if she was holding the palace-living treasure.

But there was still no timid expression on her face, which was as cold as ice and snow, and she had no idea of ​​​​escape.

She raised her head like a strong little girl.

Also like a proud dragon.

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All this happened in a very short moment.

Chen Changsheng did not sheath his sword, but he had no time to help her.

Accompanied by the sound of rocks rolling down and the sky cracking like thunder, several black shadows as tall as towers had arrived outside the snow valley.

These are the powerful demons who follow Hai Flute.

Chen Changsheng suddenly disappeared.

On the hard, dry and cracked bottom of the lake, dozens of faint footprints suddenly appeared.

If someone looks at the stars in the night sky at this time, he or she may be able to see that there is some secret connection between the location of these footprints and the stars in the sky.

This is exactly what he understood from the Taoist Canon back then. After these years of research, especially after he gradually digested the inscriptions in the Heavenly Book, it is no longer what it used to be.

In an instant, he left the Broken Bridge and went outside the Snow Valley, bringing with him countless wind and rain, covering all the powerful demons.

Wind and rain are both swords.

There are swords everywhere.

Gulunmu!

Haidi suddenly shouted loudly, with unconcealable surprise in his voice.

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(I just came back from the hospital after ten o'clock. I'm so tired that I really thought I wouldn't be able to write today. I didn't expect that I was so good. Besides, when I voted on WeChat, the name Cinnabar won, but... I really want to Use Zhizhi. When I was writing it, I always felt that calling it Little Black Dragon Cinnabar didn’t feel so smooth... I’ll think about it again.)