Fighter of the Destiny

The general from Songshan Military Mansion propped up his seriously injured body, stumbled in front of Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi, and blocked the aftermath of the aura that followed. Then he hit the courtyard wall heavily and fell to the ground in pieces. In the stone. Anhua ignored the young formation master on the stretcher, crawled behind Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi, reached out and grabbed their collars, and used all his strength to drag them backwards, trying to get away from the terrifying figure on the wooden bridge. The farther away the figure is, the better.

Countless ice beads shattered into catkins and fluttered in the courtyard, like willow catkins. It seemed as if we had really arrived in the south, but there was an endless chill. The terrifying figure of Master Haidi came over from the bridge, and the sky was filled with ice catkins. They floated away one after another, no one dared to touch them.

Looking at Chen Changsheng lying on the lake shore, Hai Di's expression was still indifferent, but there seemed to be a will-o'-the-wisp burning in the depths of his green eyes. He is a big shot in the Demon Clan and has experienced many important events in his life. But even he can't help but feel nervous and extremely excited when he thinks that the Pope of the human race will die in his own hands in the next moment.

The mist that shrouded the lake garden had been replaced by the overwhelming demonic energy. It was as if he could feel the waves in his mind at this time, and it also vibrated and turned into a cold wind.

If you observe carefully, you may be able to find that most of the cold wind comes from the broken monument-like weapon in his hand.

Anhua's pale face was full of despair. He lowered his head and continued to drag Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi behind the courtyard wall without looking at the terrifying and invincible enemy.

Suddenly, she found that Chen Changsheng's body had become much heavier and she could no longer drag it. Then, a very clean, very warm, very stable hand patted her arm twice. At the same time, a very clean, very warm, very stable voice sounded.

I'm okay.

The person who spoke was Chen Changsheng.

He stood up and looked towards the bridge, his hand already holding the scabbard.

The name of the sword is Wu Guo, and the scabbard is called Zang Feng. There are countless world-famous swords hidden in it, and his true most powerful method is also hidden.

The moment he reached out to hold the scabbard, a string of stone beads appeared on his wrist.

This string of stone beads looks simple and unpretentious, even a little crude, and it doesn't have any aura fluctuations.

But as soon as Zhizhi's eyes fell on it, he felt his heartbeat speeding up uncontrollably.

She is the highest-level being in the world. Even if she cannot see through the true nature of these stone beads, she is still naturally sensitive to these stone beads at such a close distance.

What on earth were these stone beads that shocked her?

Anhua didn't have enough realm to feel the specialness of these stone beads, but she devoted herself to the Tao and her Tao heart was extremely clear, which made her feel another breath earlier.

That breath also came from those stone beads, but it was not the stone beads themselves, but the other world hidden very far behind one of the stone beads.

Countless primitive, wild, savage and even bloody breaths seemed to be coming from there.

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The string of stone beads on Chen Changsheng's wrist was given to Luoluo one, and half of it was given to Xu Yourong. Now there are only a few left, strung together by a red rope, but they do not appear sparse, because these stones The bead is the heavenly book stele he got from the Zhou Garden, and it has its own indescribable excellence.

The wild and bloody atmosphere that Anhua sensed also came from Zhou Garden.

Although as of today, he still has not been able to fully understand the secrets of these heavenly book tablets, and those companions in Zhou Garden may not be able to change the world, but this is still his most powerful method now. Of course, in addition, he also There was a letter that was never opened.

With these methods, he believed that even if he couldn't defeat Hai Di, he could at least survive for a while.

But if all these methods are used and the current war situation still cannot be changed, what should we do?

Before tonight, he had not thought about this problem. He had the experience of fighting Hai Di. Under the premise of being prepared in advance, he thought that these methods would be enough to defeat the opponent. However, he did not expect that compared with last year, , the sea flute became more powerful and terrifying.

His eyes fell on the broken monument in Haidi's hand.

The change was due to this thing, otherwise Zhizhi should have been able to hold on for a longer period of time, enough for him to kill all the powerful demons in the snow valley.

This broken monument should not be a commonly used weapon of Hai Di, at least he had not seen it in the snowfield last year.

No matter how hard you try, you will definitely die in my hands tonight.

Hai Di stood on the bridge, looked at him with an indifferent expression and said: With the divine object in hand, who can resist it?

Is this the broken monument he is talking about?

Previously, this broken monument created a crack in the green leaf in Zhizhi's hand. Although it was very small, it still shocked her and Chen Changsheng like never before.

Because Qingye is the world.

A weapon that can fight against a world, and can even vaguely destroy the real and objective weapon of this world, what else can it be if it is not a divine object?

Chen Changsheng naturally recalled a certain scene from that night at Tianshu Mausoleum.

Uncle Jiao Zong's green leaves drifted into the night and came to the front of Queen Tianhai.

The Holy Queen of Tianhai stretched out her hand to take something from the Tomb of Heavenly Books, and then smashed it over unreasonably.

Although the power of the two battles that night and tonight were very different, they were really similar.

The more he thought about it, the more Chen Changsheng felt that the broken monument in Hai Di's hand looked more familiar, and he even felt a certain intimacy with it.

Is this really the piece of heavenly book tablet that is wandering outside?

This seemed to be the only conclusion, but Chen Changsheng still had something he couldn't figure out.

If what Hai Di is holding is really the Heavenly Book Tablet that has disappeared for many years, with his level of terror, as long as he attacks with all his strength, he and Zhi Zhi may not have the ability to resist at all. Even now they are holding the scabbard and preparing to use it. There is no chance of any last resort.

Why didn't Sea Whisper do this? At this time, they are still talking on the bridge. Are they afraid of the important treasure in the palace, or are they waiting for some changes?

At this moment, the change really happened.

The clouds of ice floating in the courtyard suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Because an extremely clear piano sound occupies all positions in the world.

For the demons, the opportunity to kill the human pope must not be missed, even if it requires countless lives.

At this time, Hai Flute was still more than ten feet away from this historic event that would surely shock the world, and it could be completed in just one breath.

Logically speaking, even if Bai Emperor or Shang Xingzhou came in person, they would not be able to stop him, even if he might be killed later.

However, as the clear sound of the piano sounded, the sea flute stopped.

The sound of the piano is extremely clear and cold, with a biting chill. I wonder if it represents the mood of the piano player at this time.

The sound of the piano fell, and the bridge surface was covered with a light layer of frost. Thinking about it now, it must be a bit slippery and difficult to walk.

The surface of Haidi's body was also covered with a layer of frost, as if it had turned into an ice sculpture.

He turned around slowly, with great difficulty.

He looked towards the place where the piano music started, and extremely complex emotions welled up in the depths of his green eyes.

It was confusion, shock, and fear.