Fighter of the Destiny

The sound of the piano lingered around her.

She couldn't see the person playing the piano, she could only hear the sound of the piano, but she didn't know where it came from.

Where is the piano player?

Just a song.

She took out a square plate and placed it on the ground in front of her.

I don’t know what kind of material the square plate is made of. The body is dark like pig iron, but more gentle than iron. It is like black jade, but stronger than jade.

The surface of the black square plate is painted with very complex patterns and lines. If anyone who knows anything sees those patterns, they will probably think of the fake Taoists outside the palace who tell fortunes and cheat money.

Yes, this is a horoscope chart used to deduce destiny.

The places where those lines intersect are the positions of the stars, and in the entire continent, only she and a few strong people understand that those lines are the movement trajectories of the stars.

Her hands landed on the horoscope, and then began to move. Her movements were very natural and smooth, like the wind calling clouds between the cliffs or a phoenix bathing its wings by the sea.

As she moved, the patterns and lines on the horoscope began to rotate. The countless rings rotated at different speeds. Some were fast and some were slow. They looked extremely complicated. If you stared at them for a longer time, , I am afraid that I will be dazzled or even faint. But she didn't. She looked at the horoscope quietly, without trembling her eyelashes, not missing even the slightest change in the pattern lines.

After an unknown amount of time, she ended her calculations, put away her horoscope, walked a few steps outside the tree, took off her long bow, nocked an arrow, and shot toward the end of the mountain road.

A whooshing sound woke up the cliff at night.

The vibration of the bow string made the lone tree sway unsteadily, and it seemed to be broken.

Then, a long time passed.

Nothing happened, and the arrow seemed to disappear into the void. She looked up at somewhere in the night sky - the place where the arrow disappeared - and thought silently for a long time.

This is her arrow. No matter how powerful the enemy is, even if it is a strong person in the Star Gathering Realm, it cannot be so silent. At least there should be an echo.

There was no response, which could only mean two possibilities. Her enemy tonight was much stronger than her, or there was something wrong with the position she calculated.

The former is impossible, because this is Zhou Garden, and if it is a strong demon of the Demon General's level, there is no need to wait until now, the opponent should have taken action long ago.

Then there is a problem with the calculated position. She was very confident in her deduction skills. If her calculations were really wrong, there was only one possibility, and that was that there was something wrong with the location itself.

At this moment, she thought of a sentence just like Chen Changsheng when he was looking at the monument in front of the Tomb of Heavenly Books.

Location is relative.

The relative here refers to relative in space, relative from a distance. If the space itself is not real and cannot be calculated, then the position in this space cannot be calculated either.

Did this lonely mountain road lead to a false space? The clear sound of the piano was welcoming her into this place of death, so why was she so happy?

She walked to the edge of the cliff with her hands behind her hands, looked at the grassland in the distance, and began to think.

If Black Dragon could see this scene, he would definitely be able to figure out why the Holy Queen doted on this girl in white, because she looked very much like the young Holy Queen at this time.

But the black dragon couldn't see it.

In her eyes, after the girl in white walked to the lone tree, she never moved again. She did not take out the horoscope to deduce, nor did she draw the bow and shoot the arrow into the night sky.

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Zhou Yuan's world has also come to night.

But there are no stars in the sky here, not because the snowflakes are flying too fast or the snow clouds are too thick, but because the shadow coming from Xuelao City blocks the entire sky.

This place is too close to Xue Lao City. The terrifying Demon Lord can push his will here without leaving the city, turning into a shadow and staring at the human indifferently.

If it were an ordinary human being, the moment this shadow came, he would be frozen into icicles, his consciousness would be destroyed, and he would eventually turn into smoke and dust on the snowy field. But Su Li did not, because he was not an ordinary person.

There was a clear wound on his left shoulder, but no bright red blood could be seen. Only something as dark and thick as ink could be seen, and the black water was still boiling.

What kind of poison is this that is so terrible?

Su Li looked at the hill-like Demon General in the distance, and said with a smile: "After all these years, you still only know how to poison the anger of these small family members. No wonder you can only make trouble for the boss in your whole life."

That demon general ranked second in the demon army, and was none other than the extremely terrifying and powerful Lord Haidi.

I don't know what kind of fierce battle took place before, but the second demon general Hai Di left this terrifying wound on Su Li's shoulder, but he paid an even more painful price.

His right arm was cut off by Su Li's sword.

But there was not much pain or anger visible on Hai Di's face, only indifference.

He looked at Su Li and said indifferently: "I was beheaded by you more than a hundred years ago, and it will take more than ten years to take care of her. As for the boss's instep, if she was willing to lick it for me, I would have knelt down long ago."

Su Li clicked his tongue in amazement and said: "Only you demons can be so shameless and righteous. But even if you feel comfortable licking the boss, and now that I have cut off an arm, aren't you afraid that the third boss will take advantage of the situation and take it?" Take your life and then tear you apart and eat you?"

Demons respect strength, so the scene he mentioned is really possible.

A voice rang out in the night snow, and it was the voice in black robe: "Such a thing won't happen, because I won't allow it, and neither will your Majesty."

Hai Di looked at Su Li and nodded, picked up his arm and retreated into the distance. With each step, a crack about several feet deep would appear on the snowfield. This was the result of his difficulty in controlling his breath after the injury. It's hard to imagine what terrifying power he had when he was intact. Of course, what is even more difficult to imagine is how strong Su Li was after cutting off his arm with a sword.

Although Su Li won a victory, he didn't have any chance.

Because there are two more mountain-like demonic figures slowly approaching.

Those are the fourth and seventh demon generals.

In order to kill this young master uncle Li Shan, the demon clan sent out too many strong men.

Those are the real strong men.

This is the first time such a formation has appeared since the dark war hundreds of years ago.

Su Li spat out blood in front of him, rubbed his cold cheeks, and said, "One game after another, are you tired or not? Can you be simpler?"

The black robe laughed. Although his face was hidden by the hat, the smile in his eyes like the deep sea was so clear that the night couldn't hide it.

He looked at Su Li and smiled and said, "You are starting to panic."

Su Li mocked slightly and said, "Only people who are really panicked would use this kind of psychological warfare."

The black robe said calmly: "Time is passing slowly. You don't know how long your daughter can last. How can you not be panicked?"

Hearing these words, Su Li was silent.

From the beginning to now, the corners of his lips have always been slightly raised, even during the bloody battle with Hai Di, fully expressing his contempt and disdain for the demons' conspiracy and this snowy world.

At this time, the smile finally disappeared.

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