Fighter of the Destiny

The water surface trembled faster and faster, and the water lines became denser and denser. The lines that dispersed in all directions gradually crowded together, impacting and tearing each other, and finally turned into countless water droplets, which were shaken out of the water surface and mixed with the grass that was broken into powder. The crumbs were mixed together to form a light cyan mist, which was somewhat transparent. The distant light penetrated into it, and a faint shadow could be vaguely seen.

The shadow was very thin and straight, like an unfinished straight line. It was very light, as if the ink used to draw the line had been poured into countless hectares of lake water, giving people the feeling that this thin shadow was clearly In the fog, it seems to be somewhere else. It is clearly right in front of you, but it seems not to exist. Even if it exists, it exists in another world. It is just a projection of a real object in the Zhou Garden.

That blue mist is the dividing line between the real world and other worlds. Logically speaking, this barrier that isolates space should be extremely strong. However, the next moment after it appeared, the blue mist dispersed. It spread out so quickly that the surrounding space had no time to react, and a terrifying hurricane broke out in the grassland.

——In a very short time, the object spreads rapidly. In fact, this is an explosion. To use simple language to describe the scene at this time, it should be said that the blue mist exploded. It's just that... the explosion didn't make any sound, except for the whistling wind, it was so quiet and eerie.

Silence does not mean softness and powerlessness. Countless terrifying auras and unimaginable invisible edges spread towards the surroundings of the grassland as the blue mist dissipated, easily overtaking and surpassing those squeezed away by the deformation of space. Hurricane, the first to come into contact with living or inanimate things in the grassland.

Whether it was wild reeds or the unique golden bells in the southern swamps, countless grasses were chopped up and turned into a swirling green rain, scattered everywhere with a splash, and the stones in the grass were also chopped up and turned into Stones the size of fingernails were blown by the wind and shot like sharp arrows in the wetland water, knocking out the frogs and fish hiding in the mud. Immediately afterwards, those frogs and fish were also shattered, regardless of their scales. The fish fins were all turned into pieces, and the ground in the wetland was also broken, as if it had been turned over seventy-two times by the hard-working but stupid farmer. Finally, the water surface was broken into countless water droplets, and the air was also broken into pieces. Countless soft breezes.

The green mist dispersed, and the thin shadow finally revealed its true form.

In the grassland within more than ten miles around, everything was chopped into pieces, and everything was turned into powder in a plain.

The true form of that thin shadow is still a shadow, so faint that it cannot be seen clearly. I can only roughly tell that it is... a sword.

This thin shadow is not the true body of the sword, but the shadow of the sword, or in other words, it is a sword intention.

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When that sword intent shattered all living things and revealed its true form, the entire Sun Never Sets Grassland, and even the entire Zhou Garden felt it. An extremely deep vibration came from the depths of Zhou Ling. In the black ocean formed by the beast tide, there were countless waves, which were the actions of thousands of monster beasts looking at the sword intent. The terrifying shadow in the sky became lower, as if it was about to cover the entire grassland. In front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, Nan Ke suddenly turned around and looked into the depths of the grassland. His eyes narrowed, and his usually indifferent and even dull eyes became extremely sharp. However, whether it was the thousands of monsters, she, or even the shadow in the sky, they could only see the ten-mile-wide plain deep in the grassland, but they could not see the sword shadow.

Because before that, a breeze blew in the grassland.

The sword intention went away with the wind, disappeared quietly, disappeared instantly, and naturally disappeared.

No one noticed that this sword intention followed the gentle breeze, passed through the dim grassland, entered the dark clouds, ignored the rain falling from the sky, and arrived in front of Zhou Du|fu's mausoleum, and then like the stamens of the newly born wintersweet. Falling on the ground covered with thick snow, it was like the first stream of turbid water from upstream flowing into the river bed that had been dry for thousands of years, and then disappeared into the mausoleum.

Naturally, no one can discover where this sword intention has gone.

Chen Changsheng held the umbrella diagonally in his left hand, not covering the rain, but just guarding against Nan Ke's attack. His whole body was soaked by the rain.

The rain gradually fell, and water droplets the size of pearls kept hitting the surface of the yellow paper umbrella, making a sound like drumming.

The yellow paper umbrella trembled slightly, and the tremor spread along the umbrella surface and ribs to the handle, and then clearly to his hands, his body, and his heart.

The sound of rain was getting louder, but the high platform in front of the mausoleum seemed extremely quiet.

Nanke turned around and looked at him expressionlessly. For some reason, he always felt that this young man who was soaked and looking extremely embarrassed was a little different from before. She didn't know where this feeling came from and what it had to do with the previous changes in the grassland, but she knew that something was about to change. She would not accept any changes that would prevent her from entering this great tomb, so she decided to end the battle before the changes came. But she didn't expect that changes had already occurred.

Wow! That was not the sound of heavy rain, but the sound of wings spreading out in the rain.

More than ten feet of green wings spread out behind her, bringing out two streams of rainwater, reflecting the dim light. Those water drops were like blood drops, beautiful and thrilling.

The green wings suddenly flew, and the wind suddenly rose on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. The water and rain falling from the sky shot away one after another. A powerful breath directly blew all the rain back into the sky. Nan Ke disappeared at the edge of the stone platform, and the next moment, with a few traces of residual rainwater and extremely cold murderous intent, he attacked Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng looked past the rain and cold wind, and met the little girl's eyes. What he saw was only coldness and determination to kill. At this moment, his eyelashes stopped trembling due to the cold wind and murderous intent. The terrifying full-force blow from the little demon princess actually gave him an irresistible thought.

He wanted to think so, but he couldn't do it because he wanted to live, so he held the dagger and slashed at the rain and cold wind in front of him,

However, the moment he swung the dagger, he felt something so strange that his arm became stiff.

He had no confidence that this sword could block Nan Ke's full blow.

But for some reason, he felt that the dagger in his hand... seemed very confident.

The sword thrust towards the cold wind and cold rain.

The cold wind suddenly dispersed and the cold rain stopped.

In just an instant, the sword broke through the storm and came to Nan Ke's forehead.

The momentum of this sword is not stable, the sword's center is not clear and calm, let alone any sword moves.

But the sword intention is extremely powerful.

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(I have nothing to do today. I will write slowly and seriously. I will write 9,000 words before I go to bed, but not too fast.)