Fighter of the Destiny

In the depths of the extremely distant southern ocean, a stream of light suddenly stopped, and the Angel of Holy Light appeared.

His body was pierced by the Great Sun Tathagata Sword, and he was so seriously injured that even the divine blood could not repair it.

He must return to Xuelao City as soon as possible and accept the offerings from the altar.

But a black mountain range appeared in the northern sky, blocking all his ways.

No matter which direction he chose, he could never bypass the black mountain range.

That mountain range can be moved, it is a giant black frost dragon.

Even in the Holy Light Continent or even the legendary prehistoric world of light, the Mysterious Frost Dragon is the noblest and rarest creature.

But this giant black frost dragon is not yet mature. If it were normal, the Holy Light Angel might be wary, but it would never retreat without a fight.

The problem is that his current injury is too serious, and he can only rely on his white wings to maintain his speed to ensure that he will not be caught up by the opponent, but he does not dare to act rashly.

But after such a long time, his injuries gradually worsened, and finally the moment came when he had to fight to the death.

The sun shines on the mirror-like sea surface, and the water mist gradually grows, making it a bit sultry.

The Angel of Holy Light turned and looked towards the horizon.

A black line came at high speed and stopped suddenly.

Amid the roar of a dragon like a storm, a girl in black came through the air.

The languages ​​​​of the gods and dragons are very close, and the Holy Light Angel can understand her meaning.

"I am indeed seriously injured, but I still have the power to kill you."

The Holy Light Angel's face was extremely pale, as if transparent, but his expression was very solemn.

He said in a low voice in that complicated language: "In the depths of the ocean far away from the continent, I believe no one can help you."

At the beginning, he tried to return to the Demon Realm through the snow ridge, flew in the belly of the continent for a long time, and even successfully avoided the interception of the little black dragon several times, but at the last moment, he chose He gave up because he felt that there was some extremely powerful aura waiting for him at the front of the route.

Some of those breaths are like the sun, some are like ancient wells, and some are just a knife.

It was obvious that those powerful human beings were waiting to kill him all over the continent.

The Angels of Holy Light did not dare to take risks, leaving the mainland and heading towards the farthest depths of the South China Sea.

The so-called fight to the death is actually a desperate struggle for survival.

The Taoist and the girl in white still have to deal with some more important matters in Baidi City, such as the life and death of the young man.

As long as he can kill this giant black frost dragon, then no one on this continent can keep up with his speed.

At that time, as long as he chooses a route in advance and avoids those strong human beings from all over the continent, he will most likely return to Xue Lao City.

The chanting with sacred meaning flowed out from the thin lips of the Holy Light Angel like water.

His expression became more solemn, extremely solemn, and extremely pious.

His aura also became much stronger.

He placed all his hope and glory in the subsequent battle.

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The little black dragon's expression was very unserious, not even serious.

Looking at the Holy Light Angel whose aura was getting stronger, she didn't feel like she was facing a formidable enemy at all. Instead, she felt like she was watching an idiot perform.

She suddenly thought of something her father had said to her many, many years ago.

"Those angels are stupid because of their pride. It is best to kill them."

Yes, father.

These angels are as stupid as you said.

The little black dragon was a little sentimental.

Between the blue sky and the sea, there is no wind and no sound.

Suddenly, the sea water started to move, rolling and boiling.

Dozens of islands, large and small, rise slowly from the sea.

There are all kinds of dragons, big or small, lying on those islands.

This is Dragon Island, where all the dragons in the world live.

At this time, the sun is in the sky, which is when they are basking in the sun.

Dozens of dragon chants sounded one after another, either majestic, violent, or frivolous.

Dozens of dragon bodies like mountains stretched across the sky, blocking all sunlight.

Dozens of dragon breaths, either terrifyingly powerful or very weak, fell on the Holy Light Angel.

The Holy Light Angel was silent for a moment and put down the light spear in his hand.

In the sea, he sank toward the darkest depths.

He opened his eyes and looked at the sun on the sea.

He didn't feel cold or scared, but instead felt a little warm.

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The reason why the water in the South China Sea is warm is that there are few clouds and the sun is very strong.

The reason why the water of the Red River is not cold is because a little of the wild fire under the Sky Tree leaks out along the cracks in the rock.

There were especially many wildfires spreading out today, the river water was warmer, and the red algae were growing happily. It didn't take long for the river water to become even redder.

If it were normal, Yu Jing, who feeds on red algae, would be eating happily, slapping the river surface with his broad and flat tail from time to time, creating a spectacular scene.

But with a considerable level of intelligence, they had already dived into the deepest river bottom today and did not dare to show up at all.

The river was so calm, it looked like a strip of red satin.

Both sides of the Taiwan Strait were deserted.

Baidi City was noisy.

Especially around the courtyard in the West City, which is across the river from the Xiang Clan Manor, it is even more crowded and dark.

The houses in the compound have completely collapsed, and broken bricks and beams can be seen everywhere, covered with yellow sand, and they look like they have been abandoned for decades.

The palace formation has been broken, and the Holy Light Angel has died violently, but the priests around the courtyard have not left.

Even if they were seriously injured, the King of Linghai and other state religion giants still stood guard in front of the courtyard gate.

Tang Sanliu's face was pale and he had to rely on the little girl selling cosmetics to help him stand.

They didn't leave because the devil was still inside.

But they couldn't go in because the entire compound was now surrounded by the Red River Demon Guards.

Xiao De stood in front of the courtyard gate with the leader of the noble clan and more than ten powerful men from the demon clan.

The two sides faced each other in silence.

Suddenly some sounds came from behind.

The ecclesiastical clergy parted like a tide.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong came over.

Hundreds of swords shot through the air, forming a sword formation in the sky.

Xiaode had no intention of getting out of the way.

He looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "This is your Majesty's intention, please forgive me."

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The meadows surrounding the castle tower maintain their green color thanks to the moisture of the river.

The bluestone slabs on the street were slightly moistened by the clouds and mist just now, and glowed like oil.

Bai Di looked at the movement in front of the compound in the distance, and looked at the group of swords like rain in the sky, with a look of appreciation in his eyes.

Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship is more powerful than the rumors say.

Shang Xingzhou walked up to him and said, "No one can stop the person I want to kill, not even you."

He was not talking about Chen Changsheng, but Demon Lord.

Killing those two Holy Light Angels was only the most basic goal for him.

If the Demon Lord can be killed, then the human race can be said to have a great victory.

Even the last Holy Light Angel, Bai Di wanted to leave him a way to survive, let alone the Demon Lord.

So he asked Shang Xingzhou a question.

"After you die, which human will be your student?"