Fighter of the Destiny

The music Zhu Ye heard was certainly not an illusion.

Although the sound of the piano comes from far away under the snowy ridge and is a bit ethereal, it has an undeniable objective reality.

The cold is clear and subtle, like hair, like silk, like a blade, so sharp.

The cold wind on the snowy ridge was cut off, the night that was slightly illuminated by the lights of Gaoyang Town in the distance was also cut off, and the snow lotus, the most stubborn in the ice and snow, was also cut off.

Several cracks appeared on Zhu Ye's boots, and then penetrated deep until they broke through the skin, flesh, and bones.

His legs were broken at the ankles, and with the remaining inertia, he flew towards the gap in the snow ridge. He didn't know where he landed, leaving only two streaks of blood in the night.

Zhu Ye had no way to cross the snowy ridge and go to the human world. He fell into the snow, panting, and his body kept rising and falling.

The fall was very serious, and the broken leg was a very serious injury, but he lay on the ground and stopped moving, not because of these reasons, but because of despair.

The sound of the piano came from a distance of more than ten miles. It was so faint, but it could easily break his legs.

The identity of the middle-aged scholar is already revealed.

He buried his face in the snow and let out a painful howl, like an injured beast, but without the courage to fight back, only endless regret.

There were faint sounds of fighting and screams in the distant snowy ridge. It should be Nanke harvesting the lives of those people on the mountain road at will.

The sound of fighting suddenly disappeared, and the screams gradually became lower and quieter.

Zhu Ye also calmed down, turned around with some difficulty, looked at the starry sky that was extremely clear due to being very close to the snow peak, and sighed.

If he hadn't been greedy for Cinnabar Pill, given his status, how could he have come to such a remote snowy ridge, and how could he have encountered such a terrifying enemy?

How many people have died because of the word greed, and how many more people will die in the future?

When the ice and snow is trampled, it is still like the dead leaves of autumn being trampled to pieces, making a very crunchy and pleasant sound.

Cinnabar's body and spirit relaxed with this voice, but her eyes gradually brightened.

Nan Ke walked up to him, his wings swinging gently behind him, carrying the slightly cold night breeze.

The Southern Cross sword had been separated and was held in both hands by her. Blood was still dripping from the sword, which should have come from Ning Shiwei and those people.

Zhu Ye looked at her quietly, holding several of the Peerless Sect's most precious magical weapons in his sleeves.

Nanke drew his sword.

Zhu Ye took action.

There was a dull and violent crashing sound on the snow-capped peaks illuminated by the stars.

More than ten ridges appeared on the thick snow slope, and it looked as if some monster was about to emerge from them.

The snow was kicked up and danced wildly, blocking the starlight and making the environment appear extremely dark. Only the occasional sword light would illuminate a corner.

Faintly, there was the sound of a piano.

The world suddenly became quiet, the wind and snow gradually subsided, and only the snow on the slopes continued to slide down, making a rustling sound.

At the highest point of the snow ridge, Nanke's sword pierced Zhu Ye's abdomen.

Zhu Ye didn't look down or at her, but looked somewhere in the distance.

The sword inside the body was really cold, but the ethereal and unreal piano sound was even colder.

The coldness reminded him of the story his uncle told him back then.

In that story, there is a magic city in the north of the snowfield, and that magic city is always shrouded in darkness.

Just like the night gradually occupying his eyes.

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Nanke carried Zhu Ye's body back to the mountain road.

The mountain road was filled with blood and frozen blood frost, and hundreds of corpses were scattered on both sides.

The middle-aged scholar was not playing the piano, but was eating something. There was half a corpse at his feet. Judging from the style of the official boots and remaining armor, it should be from Ning Shiwei.

Nanke handed Zhu Ye's body to the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar held Zhu Ye with both hands, lowered his head and began to eat.

Like the sound of cat food scraps, like the sound of gravel falling into the mud.

Blood dripped from his fingers.

It didn't take long for Zhu Ye's body to disappear, leaving nothing behind.

The night breeze ruffled the middle-aged scholar's clothes, and you could see a slight bulge in his lower abdomen.

He closed his eyes and was quiet for a long time, seeming to be reminiscing and thinking about something.

He is indeed Zhu Luo's nephew. Although he is not in a good state, he still has some of the charm of the moon. He can be said to be a little help, much better than this general.

The middle-aged scholar opened his eyes and looked at Ning Shiwei's broken body at his feet with a look of disdain.

He took out a snow-white handkerchief from his sleeve, slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with grace, and then walked towards the night in front of the mountain road.

Looking at this bloody and terrifying scene, Nan Ke's expression did not change at all, and he walked forward with him.

Accompanied by the clear sound of the piano, they arrived at the snow valley more than ten miles away.

The powerful demons who besieged Chen Changsheng were covered in sword wounds and their right hands were disabled, but they were not dead yet.

When they saw the middle-aged scholar and Nanke, they felt as if they had seen real ghosts, and their faces became extremely pale.

Nan Ke glanced at them and said, Go to hell.

Several streaks of green blood burst out, and the tower-like figures fell heavily to the snow.

After hearing what Nan Ke said, those powerful demon clan men ended it themselves without hesitation!

The garden in the Snow Valley has been turned into ruins, the misty Spring Lake has dried up into a big pit, the wooden bridge has been broken into dozens of pieces, like a snake that has been snaked for hundreds of years, and there is no trace of the Snow Pavilion. The condensed ice beads shattered into flocs all over the sky, which was a bit annoying.

Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi stood on the opposite side of the lake. Anhua rescued the general from the rubble, and the two of them guarded nervously in front of the stretcher.

Hai Di stood in the lake, holding the weapon that looked like a broken monument in his hand, as if it was the center of the world.

However, in his eyes, no matter this world or the real vast world, the eternal center is the middle-aged scholar who has just arrived.

Nanke ignored him and said to Chen Changsheng: I helped you solve a lot of troubles, you owe me a favor.

Zhizhi didn't recognize her, but judging from the tone of her conversation with Chen Changsheng, he seemed to recognize her. He looked at her twice and suddenly woke up, with infinite vigilance in his eyes.

Are you the peacock?

Nan Ke looked a little dazed and asked, Do you know me?

Chen Changsheng mentioned you.

Zhizhi raised three fingers to cover between his eyes and said, The space between your eyes is too wide. You are obviously sick.

Nan Ke thought for a while, not sure whether he should be angry or not, and his eyes fell back on Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng didn't look at her. His eyes remained on the middle-aged scholar.

This middle-aged scholar attracted all of Hai Di's attention before he appeared, and even made Hai Di feel infinitely afraid.

There will never be more than five people in the world who can make Hai Di fear like this.

Coincidentally, he had met this middle-aged scholar before, so he knew who he was.

That encounter was in Hanshan.

We are still in Hanshan tonight.

Although the two places are thousands of miles apart.

What a coincidence, it's really not good.

He sighed.