Fighter of the Destiny

Wang Po was born in Tianliang and was not from the south, but because of his grievances and grudges with the Zhou Dynasty, people in the south were willing to accept him.

So when he became the master of Huaiyuan, he did not receive vigilance or hostility. Instead, he received welcome.

Compared with Su Li, his character and character are more popular among southerners, and he is more trustworthy and reliable.

In other words, he is more suitable to be the flag of the South than Su Li, but first, he needs to raise the flag.

The entire south has been waiting for the day when he breaks through the realm and becomes holy, but no one thought that this day would come so early and appear so sudden, that no one was prepared.

Today, his iron sword cut through the sky of Kyoto and raised the flag fluttering in the wind. The South finally welcomed its own flag.

Except for those legends that cannot be verified, he is the youngest person to enter the sacred realm.

Or in the future, someone in the younger generation represented by Akiyama-kun will surpass his achievements, but no one can be sure.

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On the Luoshui embankment, the three chariots retreated slowly, and the cold willow branches swayed gently in the wind, unable to stay.

Looking over there, the second master of the Tang family had a gloomy expression, but did not do anything. The two divine generals and hundreds of Yulin troops also remained silent.

The three chariots may look inconspicuous, but they represent the entire Tiannan and have clearly expressed their attitude.

They could do nothing more, otherwise, it would mean that the imperial court and the Wenshui Tang family would fall out with the entire south.

No one can bear this responsibility, even if he is a big shot sent to Kyoto by the Wenshui Tang family.

There is only one person in the entire Kyoto, or even the entire continent, who can bear this responsibility.

Taoist merchants go boating.

The second master of the Tang family withdrew his gaze and looked somewhere in the north.

Of the two things to do today, one has already failed, and the remaining thing is even more important.

The position of the pope represents the vast resources and power of the state religion, and there can be no more problems.

Chen Changsheng must die.

Clouds and snow are like sheep driven by whips, walking slowly in the dark sky.

The saint of Baidi City is temporarily balancing the situation in the palace.

Southerners would not care about Chen Changsheng's life and death or the survival of the state religion. People like the head of the Qiu Shan family were even more willing to see Chen Changsheng die.

There should be no one coming to save Chen Changsheng.

Based on this calculation, today can be said to be barely a tie.

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The three carriages drove out of Kyoto without any obstruction.

Wuliyuan, covered with white snow, is fully visible on the other side of Baihe River. After crossing the bridge, you can embark on the official road back to the south.

Guan Feibai signaled the chariot to stop, said something to the head of the Qiu Shan family, saluted and prepared to leave.

The curtain of the carriage in front was lifted, revealing Wang Po's somewhat pale face.

"What are you going to do?"

Guan Feibai said: "That guy should be in trouble now. I'll go see if I can help."

When he said this, his tone was very natural, and it felt very natural, so even though his voice was very steady, he felt very confident.

Wang Po laughed, thinking that the Lishan Sword Sect was indeed extraordinary, and these young disciples were much better than senior Su Li.

"There's no need to go." He continued: "That guy has his own arrangements and doesn't need any more help."

Walking from the Vice Minister's Mansion to Beicheng, they chatted a lot by the Luoshui River. They talked a lot about Wang Zhice, Zhou Garden, the Way of the Sword and the Soul of the Sword. Naturally, they also talked about what they were going to do.

The guy asked him to help hold Tieshu down, but other than that, he had no other requirements.

Wang Po had done more and killed the iron tree, so that guy could naturally do the rest.

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Snow fell on the ruins and on the guy's shoulders.

A sword light poked out from the wind and snow, like lightning.

At this moment, the sword light was still more than ten feet away from him, but the next moment would come, and the sword of a strong star-gathering realm could ignore this distance.

Chen Changsheng didn't look at it. He still stared at Xiao De. He ignored the sword light and seemed a little too arrogant.

This was not the case. When the sword light appeared, he had already drawn his sword, but no one noticed it except Xiao De, who was very close to him.

A crisp sword cry echoed through the house deep in Beibingmasi Alley.

That was the sound of two swords intersecting.

The wind and snow suddenly dispersed, and a master from the Qing Li Department was forced to reveal his figure and retreated with a muffled groan.

There was a chip the size of a grain of rice on the sword he was holding.

This was his sect's mountain sword, which he cherished very much, but he had no time to feel heartbroken at this time, and was filled with shock.

He stared at the snowy sky in front of him, his face pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

In the snowy sky, an ancient sword floated, making a low buzzing sound.

What kind of sword is this? Can he actually cut his own sect mountain sword?

More importantly, where did this sword... come from?

While he was still in extreme shock, another sword light penetrated the wind and snow and stabbed Chen Changsheng.

This sword light was even more sinister. It started two feet below the ground and had an unusually tricky angle. It actually had a hint of the swordsmanship of the witch clan.

Chen Changsheng saw this sword light, but still did not move.

The cold wind suddenly stirred up, and an old sword appeared in front of the sword light, as if it was born out of thin air.

The two swords met and the sword sounds were chaotic.

With a strange cry, an assassin from Tianji Pavilion fell from the tree into the snowdrift in an extremely embarrassed manner. A wound appeared on his left shoulder, dripping with blood.

"How is this going!"

The Tianji Pavilion assassin activated his skills, swung his sword wildly, desperately resisted the pursuit of the old sword, and shouted in shock.

Several muffled thunder-like crashes followed in the snowy sky.

Several strong men from the Zhou army who made a frontal assault let out several strenuous grunts and were knocked back to the bottom of the courtyard wall.

Their sword-holding hands trembled slightly, and their expressions were solemn.

Several swords appeared out of nowhere in the snowy sky again, but unlike the swords that appeared like ghosts before, these swords were obviously much thicker.

Even after hundreds of years of polishing, these heavy swords still contain extremely terrifying power.

A strange atmosphere enveloped the courtyard.

No one took action again.

With a clear sound, the old sword used to chase the Tianji Pavilion killer flew back through the snow and came to rest in front of Chen Changsheng.

More than a dozen swords were quietly suspended in the air around his body, catching the snowflakes falling from the sky and guarding all positions.

These swords have different shapes and different auras, but they have one thing in common, that is, they are very old.

Rust can even be seen on some of the swords, but they can't hide their sharpness.

Looking at this scene, the powerful men in the imperial court remembered the rumor, and their expressions became extremely solemn, and they even began to show fear.

If that rumor is true, this should only be the beginning.

Sure enough, the next moment, they heard a lot of noises.

Choking, choking, choking!

It was not the sound of the sword blade rubbing against the scabbard, but the sound of the sword cutting through the snowy sky.

Countless swords flew out from in front of Chen Changsheng.

Like countless fish, constantly emerging from a deep pool.

In the courtyard, the sword intent and sword light were powerful, covering up the color of the wind and snow.