Fighter of the Destiny

When the first pure sword light swept from the woods southwest of Tianshu Mausoleum, Shang Xingzhou's right hand hanging by his side moved slightly.

He prepared to hold the hilt of the sword.

Wang Po's reaction was not faster, but more direct.

He grasped the hilt of the knife.

At this time, Shang Xingzhou was in the same situation as Wang Po. If he moved, he would have to face Wang Po and those sword lights at the same time.

He was the one who made Wang Po unable to move just now. At this time, it was Wang Po who told him not to move.

There were more and more sword lights, getting denser and denser, breaking through the sky from all over the Tianshu Mausoleum.

The sword light that shot through the sky was diluted by the skylight, but the meaning of the sword became clearer, forming countless faintly visible lines and weaving into a very dense net.

The holy light arrows that fell like a torrential rain all crashed into the sword net.

Harsh cutting and friction sounds were heard intensively, and the crossbow arrows broke one after another.

Compared with the number of crossbow arrows, the number of sword lights produced in Tianshu Mausoleum is much less.

But these sword lights also have holy light attached to them, and they are countless times purer and thicker than the holy light on those crossbow arrows.

As the crossbow arrow broke, the milky white light continued to scatter, illuminating the southern foot of Tianshu Mausoleum extremely clearly.

Hundreds of sword lights gradually disappeared and returned to the ground.

The crossbow arrows in the sky were cut into pieces, falling slowly like catkins, and were blown everywhere by the wind.

The white dress was also fluttering in the wind.

More than hundreds of Nanxi Zhai disciples appeared in the woods, beside the stone road, and beside the shallow canal.

It was like hundreds of white flowers suddenly bloomed in the mountains and fields of Tianshu Mausoleum.

Nanxizhai disciples have always been in Tianshu Mausoleum.

They don't know how they managed to escape the surveillance of the court, and were not even discovered by the priests who left the palace.

Of course, in front of Shang Xingzhou, even this green mountain could not hide their sword intent.

But Wang Po used his sword skills to successfully cover Shang Xingzhou's sight.

Looking at this beautiful and even spectacular scene, Shang Xingzhou remembered a sentence and glanced at Wang Po.

Hundreds of years later, the human race has reached an era when wild flowers are in full bloom.

The beginning of this era was the emergence of Wang Po.

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To the south of Tianshu Mausoleum, white skirts flutter.

The sword formation was completed, and Shang Xingzhou was trapped in the formation.

All the disciples of Nanxi Zhai appeared here.

There is no doubt that this is the strongest version of the Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation in the past thousand years.

The sword formation that Zhou Du|husband encountered when he broke into the Saintess Peak was nothing more than this.

Shang Xingzhou was on the Shinto path and did not go deep into the sword formation, and the formation must have its own way.

Logically speaking, he should stay away as quickly as possible at this time, but he didn't.

Because he knew that since the other party had tried so hard to plan the current situation, he would definitely not leave any loopholes.

Xu Yourong appeared on the Shinto, occupying a higher position than Shang Xingzhou.

She was wearing a white sacrificial robe, with a calm expression and a pretty face.

If Shang Xingzhou wants to break through the Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation, this is the only way.

Just now, Wang Po was about to break into the Shinto, but Shang Xingzhou stopped him.

At this time, Shang Xingzhou must break into the divine way.

The offensive and defensive momentum suddenly reversed.

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From the current situation, Shang Xingzhou was outnumbered.

But he didn't say anything, and Xu Yourong didn't say anything either, because they both knew that just as the offensive and defensive momentum could be reversed at any time, the same could be said for the numbers.

This has nothing to do with whether one is moral or not, it is just a cold and boring number.

Smoke and dust were flying outside Tianshu Mausoleum. The state cavalry and the Yulin Army were confronting each other. Two black armored heavy cavalry with terrifying combat power were approaching.

Many experts from the imperial military and various ministries have already sneaked into the Tomb of Heavenly Books.

From time to time, a flock of birds would be startled and fly away into the distance with a slightly panicked chirp.

Places where you can't see frightened birds or hear any movement are actually more dangerous.

The assassins from Tianji Pavilion and the Qingyi Taoist from Changchun Temple may be in that forest.

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Flying chariots are extremely difficult to make, extremely expensive, and very slow, so they have always been considered flashy.

In the entire continent, only Kyoto and Xue Lao City have them. In the eyes of many people, they are just for humans and demons to show off their abilities, and are more like decorations.

Today, the Prime Minister chose to take the flying chariot to the Tomb of Heavenly Books.

Certainly not because he was worried that the streets of Kyoto were blocked by troops, nor because he was in a hurry.

He doesn't have a mount like Huo Yunqi, but he can fly there by himself.

He chose the flying chariot because it was slow.

He sat in the chariot, holding his hands on the fat belly that squeezed out of his belt, and kept sighing.

Chariot, time, why can't you slow down a little more?

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The princes of the Chen family have never been idle and have excellent riding skills. Many princes have already arrived at the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven with their generals.

They were not surprised to find that King Chen Liu was not present. They looked at the flying chariot in the sky and couldn't help but frown.

King Zhongshan had arrived a long time ago. He was standing on the bank of the river a little further away, looking at the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven, his eyes slightly cold, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The old lady of the Mu Zhe family and the head of the Wu family also arrived, but they were in the south, and they were standing by the river like the King of Zhongshan.

Even though they knew many secrets, they still couldn't clearly see today's situation, and subconsciously wanted to get further away.

Except for those who participated in the imperial examination, all the other southern masters came to Tianshu Mausoleum.

Three tall and thin men stood in front, all dressed in cloth, full of sword intent.

They come from Lishan and are elders of the sword hall, best at killing.

General Dongxiang stood in front of the military formation, looking at the three Lishan sword hall elders with a gloomy expression.

He had cooperated with these three Lishan sword hall elders in the northern snowfields. Knowing how powerful each other was, he naturally took them seriously.

"After the army arrives, gather all the formation divisions and be sure to kill these three people as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Divine General Xiaoling was silent for a moment and said, "How many formation masters will die?"

General Dongxiang said sternly: "It's worth it, otherwise we would all die under the swords of these three people."

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Shang Xingzhou looked at Xu Yourong quietly. He didn't feel angry or nervous about being caught in the situation. He didn't have any negative emotions. Instead, he found it all quite interesting.

He had worked with her in Baidi City, and at that time he admired her talent, wisdom and determination.

From the standpoint of an elder, he even felt that Chen Changsheng was not worthy of her, even though Chen Changsheng was his apprentice.

Today he admired her even more.

The masters of the aristocratic families and sects outside Tianshu Mausoleum, including Wang Po, are all her pawns, and they are willing to be her pawns. This is a very remarkable thing.

She built momentum to force herself to return to Beijing, and carried the situation to this point, like a horse treading on ice and snow, the rhythm was extremely clear, and the whole arrangement was very beautiful.

The question is, what is she going to do next?

"Decades ago, when the late emperor was seriously ill, Tianhai regretted and refused to return the throne. Since then, every time something big happens, I have to ask myself - what next? Only by looking directly into the heart of the Tao and asking questions can I get the real answer and know who I am. What exactly do you want? If I had thought more about these two words, or I would not have met her in the Herb Garden, naturally these things would not have happened. Now it is your turn to think about this question. You want me to answer Jing, I’m back, so…what happens next?”

Shang Xingzhou's voice was calm, without any emotion.

Xu Yourong's voice was also very calm as he said, "If you refuse to agree to my request, there will be no consequences."