Fighter of the Destiny

There were broken pieces of ice floating everywhere in the river, and iron trees were floating among them, dead with their eyes open.

His eyes reflected the dark sky, like the debris and water around his body.

There was a wound between his chest and abdomen. It was very straight and deep. It directly cut off the Youfu and various orifices, cutting off the vitality.

From this wound, we can see Wang Po's previous stab.

His sword is still the same as before, but there are many changes, and the realm is more profound.

The moment the iron sword broke its sheath, he successfully broke through.

The prerequisite for achieving this is that he has removed the shadow left by Zhou Du|fu on his mind.

Facing the mountains ahead, some people will choose to take a detour, some will choose to retreat, and some will choose to climb.

Wang Po kept walking towards that high mountain. The peak was always in front of him, but he couldn't get close.

Until that moment before, he broke his inner demons and then established his own way of swordsmanship.

Tieshu's death in his battle to establish the Dao was not unjust.

But he had just broken through, and his background was not enough. To kill a strong man in the sacred realm, he would have to pay a huge price.

He had a broken arm, and the injuries that were more terrible than the broken arm were constantly attacking his meridians and mind in his body.

The cold winter wind came out of the willows on both sides of the Luoshui River, gently blowing the broken ice on the water and everything in the broken ice.

Although the wind was cold, it was actually not strong. However, the body of the iron tree in the broken ice turned into a light smoke with the wind and disappeared.

Then, the wind ruffled Wang Po's clothes, causing the tears to become wider, and blood suddenly poured out like a waterfall.

Countless faint breaths left his body along with the blood.

There was no trace of blood on Wang Po's face, which was whiter than the snow on the river bank.

His body became extremely heavy and he had no strength at all.

He walked toward the shore.

The river water mixed with broken ice seemed to have become much thicker, making walking in it very difficult.

A straight line of blood appeared in the river, and then spread out to both sides. The edges were frozen and turned into something like blood coral.

He didn't know where he should go at this time. He just looked at the embankment to the east of Luoshui and walked towards it.

He is used to moving forward.

Only this time he seemed to have made the wrong choice.

The heavy cold willows were blown by the wind, and many figures appeared.

The first person to arrive at the Luoshui River was the second master of the Tang family. Behind him were hundreds of Yulin Army cavalry and two great Zhou generals.

There were tiny wounds all over his face, and he looked very embarrassed.

That was the damage caused by Wang Po and Tieshu during their first confrontation on the snowy street.

Looking at Wang Po in Luoshui, the shock and anger in his eyes gradually disappeared and became indifferent.

Then, he laughed silently, with unspeakable sarcasm, contempt and pity in his smile.

Yes, you successfully broke through and became a powerful person in the sacred realm that the world revered.

However, in the next moment, you will die.

What a sad fact this is, and what a story worth celebrating?

The second master of the Tang family suppressed his smile, raised his right hand, and waved it expressionlessly.

Hundreds of sharp arrows left the bank of Luoshui with dazzling light and fell into the center of the river.

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There was silence in the palace, and the atmosphere was extremely tense. The snow on the eaves melted silently, and before it had time to fall, it turned into ice beads in the air.

Time moves slowly and no one appears.

Mrs. Mu looked at the snow clouds in the sky and raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised.

Who left Shang Xingzhou in the palace?

Who made such a big noise on the streets of Kyoto?

Iron tree? No, if he was alone, this thunder would not be so bright.

The thunder finally fell on Luoshui River.

The laws of heaven and earth above Luoshui changed.

An invisible flower fell from the sky.

An iron sword shot up into the sky.

Mrs. Mu was finally moved.

Wang Po broke through!

The iron tree is dead!

This surprised her, then silence, then awe.

What Zhu Luo said in the Mausoleum of Heaven's Book before his death was not only for Shang Xingzhou, but also for the couple.

If it were any other time, she would definitely take action herself and beat Wang Po to death.

But at this time, she needed to stay in the palace, grazing the snow clouds in the sky, temporarily resisting the will of the entire state religion and unable to leave.

Fortunately, she could clearly feel that after Wang Po defeated Tieshu, he no longer had the strength to fight.

In Kyoto, if he couldn't fight, that would be death.

If he died, would Chen Changsheng still be alive?

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There are high-level assassins, killers, and masters everywhere.

Xiaode stood in front of him.

Chen Changsheng was not surprised by the current situation.

He knew that the master wanted to kill him, he had always known it.

It has something to do with the Pope's position, but the more important reason is something else - the relationship between him and his senior brother is too close.

Just because he didn't mention this to anyone didn't mean he didn't know it.

He had always thought that the master would choose the day when his uncle, the teaching master, would return to the sea of ​​​​stars to take action.

So he has to finish what must be done before that day comes.

In the sky full of yellow leaves, he went to Beixinqiao, spent all his efforts, and made arrangements for the little black dragon to get out of trouble in two years.

In the wind and snow, he came to Beibingmasi Hutong to kill Zhou Tong.

He didn't expect that his master wanted him to die so eagerly.

Maybe today.

Yes, there was no sound coming from the long street.

Then today is the day.

There was still one last leaf left in the bare branches of the crabapple tree. As the assassin hit the courtyard wall, the leaf fell down and landed silently on the snow, in front of the pair of leather boots.

Chen Changsheng's gaze moved upward and landed on Xiao De's face.

The top expert of the young generation of the Yao clan appeared in Beibingmasi Hutong today. Naturally, it was the intention of Baidi City, and at least he had the tacit consent of the saint couple.

In the past two years, many gifts, greetings and honors have come to the National Education Academy from Baidi City. Now that I think about it, all of this means nothing. He did not ask about the reasons and reasons, because in the end, all the reasons and reasons for things in the world are often related to interests. Bai Di and his wife had to consider the interests of the demon clan. Even if they had some good feelings for Chen Changsheng, it would not affect their indifferent judgment. Xiao De has to consider his own interests, and he has no good impression of Chen Changsheng. For the sake of Babaili Honghe and Luoluo, he is willing to let Chen Changsheng die.

"I must ask you to die."

Xiaode looked at him and said seriously, then punched him.

This fist seemed simple, but in fact it was extremely terrifying. The powerful demon true energy brought the aura of heaven and earth directly to his eyes.

At the same time, the swords of more than a dozen Star-Gathering Realm assassins poked out of the wind and snow, blocking all his escape routes.

If Chen Changsheng retreats, he will have to face more than a dozen terrifying swords at the same time, as well as the even more terrifying Xiao De's fist.

If he chooses to move forward, he will definitely be left behind by Xiao De's fist, and those ten swords will unleash their most terrifying power at this moment.

Now it seems that no matter what he chooses, he will die.

Perhaps it was for this reason that he chose to move forward.

Either forward or backward is death, so why not move forward? Of course we have to move forward.

He broke through the wind and snow and stabbed out with his sword.

His movements were actually faster than Xiaode's fist.

His sword intent was like a mountain fire.

No, it should be Sky Fire.

Fire falling from the sky is lightning.

His sword was like lightning, piercing Xiaode's body.

Xiaode's fist also reached his body at the same time.

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(I went to the hospital at noon and got home at nine in the evening. I was really tired and didn’t want to write anymore, but I felt energetic again as I wrote. As I write this chapter, I think of Xu Le who kept moving forward on the spaceship, and then my mind The soundtrack in it is all march music, which is particularly majestic and powerful.)