Fighter of the Destiny

In the sky full of sparks, the Demon Lord raised his head, and the night and landscape covering his face became extremely vivid.

The broken monument had already arrived in front of him.

He glanced at the broken monument.

Just a glance.

The broken monument suddenly shrank by more than ten times.

This picture is extremely magical, or weird.

Then he reached out.

He reached out and caught the broken monument.

It is difficult to move forward even an inch after breaking the monument.

To be more precise, when his eyes fell, and when his palms came into contact, this legendary broken monument refused to take another step forward.

Because Duanbi recognized who he was.

The Demon Lord looked at Haidi and said: You dare to use my weapons to attack me. I don't know whether you should be called brave or stupid.

Infinite fear spewed out of Hai Di's eyes, and at the same time, countless smoke and dust kept spewing out from the gaps in his armor.

The smoke and dust spewed out not because his demonic body was emitting momentum to the heaven and earth, but because it was shaken out by a force.

While the Demon Lord spoke, his hand holding the broken monument vibrated twenty-four thousand eight hundred times.

As one of the strongest demons, Hai Flute's demonic body is as strong as gold and stone, but it still cannot withstand such high-frequency vibrations.

When the word stupidity entered his sea of ​​consciousness, Hai Di's wrist bones holding the broken tablet shattered into gravel. Then, his arm bones also shattered, and countless cracks appeared on his shoulder blades.

Like cow bones or turtle bones that have been roasted for a long time, the direction of the cracks is so mysterious and scary.

The demon bones were shattered, but the flesh and blood were still intact. Only Haidi himself could see the gravel, gravel and lines in his arms.

He knew he couldn't bear it any longer and had to find a way to escape.

More than a dozen streaks of strangely colored demonic blood splashed out from his shoulders, and his arms as thick as trees flew into the sky.

Hai Di broke off his arm on his own without hesitation, turned around and ran away.

The Demon Lord waved his sleeves, seemingly casual and chic, like a drunken scholar who composed a new poem.

In his sleeve is the broken monument held by his hand.

With a slight wave of his sleeve, the broken monument hit Hai Di's back lightly but unavoidably.

There was a clicking sound, as if the giant tree had been eaten away for countless years and finally couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed.

An extremely exaggerated protrusion appeared on Haidi's chest, like a mountain peak rising overnight on the fertile plain.

An unimaginable and magnificent force raged in his demonic body, instantly causing his internal organs to shift and crack, and even cracks appeared on the demonic core.

The sea flute could not withstand this huge force and turned into a paper kite, floating miserably towards the snowy peaks in the distance.

Looking at Xuefeng getting closer and closer, he was seriously injured, his vision was blurred and his consciousness was confused, but he did not forget an important issue.

Why is this happening? Where are the military advisors?

He came here with the order tonight and knew in advance that finding and killing the owner of the Cinnabar Pill was not the whole story, so he was not too surprised when he saw Chen Changsheng. Even though he was horrified later to see His Majesty, who should have been dead long ago, reappear in front of him, he still had hope.

For countless years, the demon clan has formed a certain psychological habit, and the black-robed master must have no plans left.

Hai Di thought that since the military advisor sent him here, he must have considered this and would certainly make arrangements.

That's why he dared to take action against His Majesty at that moment.

He always thought something else would change.

However...no.

The fact is like the snowy peaks getting closer and closer in front of us, so cold and hard.

At the last moment, Hai Di suddenly remembered that night two years ago.

That night, he met the old friend he had not seen for hundreds of years, or to be more precise, the previous owner.

Haidi understood, closed his eyes, and sighed inwardly.

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In the distant night sky, Hai Flute's mountain-like demonic body has turned into a small black dot.

Compared with the truly majestic snow-capped mountains, both humans and demons seemed so small.

The small black dot sank into the middle of the snow peak, deep in the thick snow.

A vibration spread from a distance back to the snow valley along the ground, followed by a dull thunderous rumble, as countless years of snow fell from the snow mountain.

It didn't take long for the shape of the snow mountain to change dramatically, completely different from before.

The black hole created by the sea whistle has also disappeared, and no trace can be found anymore.

The frontline commander of the demon army just disappeared.

This major event that should have shaken the entire continent seemed so insignificant in this deep night.

No matter whether it is spectacular or tragic, no one sees it and no one cares.

The devil didn't look because he didn't care.

After his eyes left the strings, the first thing he looked at was the broken monument, and the second thing he looked at was the sparks in the night sky.

Then he reached out again.

This time, his hand went straight through the sky full of sparks and reached the highest point in the night sky.

A dragon roar full of anger and unwillingness came from high in the sky, and then stopped suddenly.

The deep cold dragon's breath, filled with countless snow, frost and murderous intent, just disappeared.

The giant black frost dragon that covered the night sky shrank sharply, turning into a small black dot, and then flew towards the distant horizon with the wave of the invisible giant hand.

The small black dot rubbed against the air, bringing out a dazzling light. It looked like a shooting star, and I didn't know where it would land in the end.

The deep cold dragon's breath disappeared, and the sword rain in the sky also stopped. Two green streams of light suddenly disappeared, and Nanke appeared behind the demon king.

There were wounds all over her petite body, and the blood melted into her clothes, and the original color could not be seen.

With just a few moves, the Demon King killed Haidi, drove away Zhizhi, and ended the situation.

The gap between the two sides was so big that the Demon Lord didn't even need to use all his strength to defeat them. He could easily crush them just by relying on his vision, skills and state of mind.

There was no point in attacking Nan Ke anymore, so Chen Changsheng recalled all the swords.

The sound of breaking through the air resounded above the snow valley, and in the whistling sound, thousands of famous swords returned, suspended in the air around him, vibrating slightly and humming continuously.

He looked ahead, his expression solemn and silent.

Whether it was the remaining fire in the lake garden, the flying ashes, or the afterglow falling from the night sky, they were all cut into pieces by the powerful sword intent.

Looking at this scene, there was a look of admiration in the Demon Lord's eyes, and he said: Regardless of your swordsmanship, the strength of your spiritual consciousness, or the amount of true energy, you are very good. Not to mention the younger generation now, you are Chen Xuan Ba, Zhou Du|husband, and I were not necessarily stronger than you when we were your age.

It was obvious that in the eyes of the Demon King, he, Zhou Dufu, and Chen Xuanba were the strongest in the past thousand years.

Contrary to common understanding, he did not put Emperor Taizong into this category.

Chen Changsheng leaned slightly and expressed his gratitude for this appreciation.

The remaining flames in the lake garden illuminated his face. Although his expression was solemn, he was still so calm, and there was no trace of panic or fear.