Fighter of the Destiny

Back in Baidi City, Bie Yihong had poured into Chen Changsheng's mind his experience of fighting against Holy Light Angel through Xiling Wanshou Pavilion's unique skill Yi Yianhong, which contained the essence of the boxing techniques he used in the last few years of his life.

Bie Yihong didn't have the habit of punching before.

During the Battle of Tianshu Mausoleum, he saw with his own eyes that the fists of Queen Tianhai unleashed a heaven-shattering momentum, and he gained some insights before creating this set of boxing techniques.

This does not mean that he surrenders to Holy Queen Tianhai. This attitude of learning from the strong represents true fearlessness.

The fearless fist possesses unimaginable power.

When Chen Changsheng punched, the air within hundreds of feet was stirred up, creating a hurricane.

The forest fell neatly towards his back, showing his awe.

Shang Xingzhou could not avoid this fearless fist.

But he caught the punch.

There was a loud bang, and grass clippings, water droplets, and mud flew all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

The forest slowly regained its straightness, and the strong wind gradually disappeared.

Being crushed by the terrifying force, the originally soft ground sank neatly and became countless times harder.

Chen Changsheng's fist pressed against his palm, unable to move any further.

If the Zangfeng Sword Sheath was still with him at this time, he could think of more than a dozen ways to launch the most powerful attack on Shang Xingzhou.

Now he doesn't even have a sword.

Fortunately, this doesn't mean he can't draw a sword.

The temperature at the edge of the grassland suddenly increased sharply, and the water plants nearby even turned brown.

Chen Changsheng used the most powerful and decisive burning sword.

The true energy in his body began to burn violently, spurting towards Shang Xingzhou through his right arm that turned into a sword body.

Shang Xingzhou's expression did not change at all, he was still as indifferent.

He is like a towering mountain, with a feeling that it cannot be shaken.

An extremely powerful force emerged from his palm.

Chen Changsheng's fist could not advance another inch.

There was something special about that majestic power. It didn't look like it was formed by the stars. It seemed more intense, as if it had real heat.

Judging from the signs that appeared, it looked more like the real energy mobilized by Chen Changsheng with the burning sword.

Chen Changsheng vaguely guessed a possibility and was shocked.

But he had no time to think because Shang Xingzhou's counterattack arrived.

Just like at the top of Muyu Peak.

Shang Xingzhou's right hand fell seemingly casually, like a fallen leaf caught in the wind, unable to capture the trajectory at all.

Chen Changsheng still couldn't avoid it.

Shang Xingzhou's right hand landed on his chest, very gently, but it contained a power comparable to that of heaven and earth.

Two deep furrows appeared in the hard, newly sunk ground.

Chen Changsheng backed up to the edge of the furrow, his calves hit the ground, and he flew up.

He was like a stone thrown by a strong man, turning into a small black dot in the sky with a roaring sound.

Shang Xingzhou's gaze moved accordingly and landed several miles away.

I don't know why, but he was not happy, nor was he as indifferent as before, but frowned.

The breeze suddenly came, Taoist sleeves fluttered slightly, and he turned into a line of blue smoke and flew away quickly in that direction.

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A few miles away, Chen Changsheng fell into the water, face down, looking like a dead corpse.

Suddenly, he stood up and ran forward without turning his head to look.

He was as fast as a galloping horse, causing splashes all the way, but his right arm was vaguely stiff, as if he was injured.

No one could forcefully take Shang Xingzhou's two palms, even if he had to suppress his own state in Zhou Garden.

Chen Changsheng is still alive and can still run. In addition to his physical strength, more importantly, Shang Xingzhou's two palms have not been fully pressed.

At the last moment when Shang Xingzhou put his hands down twice, he crossed his arms and covered his chest.

If you don't have a sword, you still have to use a sword.

Before he used the burning sword, he had already used the stupid sword.

The best swordsman in the world.

And he couldn't avoid Shang Xingzhou's palm like falling leaves, but he could choose the position to be attacked.

He can also choose how to take action after being attacked.

He even used the Jeshi Step once in the air.

So he knew where he would end up.

This is already the grassland where the sun never sets, and it is exactly where he wants to come.

After confirming that he could not get rid of Shang Xingzhou with Yeshibu, he began to prepare for the next thing.

Now it seems he succeeded.

The increasingly dense neighing and grinding sounds in the grassland seemed to be celebrating him.

In fact, it was the strange dragon and other monsters that smelled his breath and came to welcome him.

The monsters quickly sensed Shang Xingzhou's presence.

Despite the fear, the monsters still rushed over bravely.

More than ten strange dragons kept swimming among the water plants, erasing the traces left by Chen Changsheng.

More exotic dragons, carrying a putrid smell, quietly sneaked towards the merchant boat several miles away.

There are some black spots in the distant sky, which should be the gray vultures coming.

I believe that in a while, the tide of monsters will flood this grassland.

But this was not Chen Changsheng's original intention.

He risked being discovered by Shang Xingzhou and shouted: "Get back!"

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Shang Xingzhou was standing on a lonely reed, rising and falling gently in the wind.

He listened to the faint sounds coming from the water, felt the smells hidden in the grassland, raised his eyebrows and said, "Evil beast, seeking death."

At this moment, a sound exploded like thunder and spread throughout the grassland.

That was Chen Changsheng's voice.

Shang Xingzhou's raised eyebrows gradually fell.

He was a little surprised.

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No monster dared to disobey Chen Changsheng's orders.

Because he is the master of Zhou Garden, and even more because he saved the world.

The monster's obedience to him comes from its soul and nature.

After hearing his order, even the most ferocious and untamable wind wolf retreated quietly.

In front of the Zhou Mausoleum, the huge healthy beast looked at each other and lowered their bodies again.

The grassland returned to silence, and only the chirping of insects and the gentle sound of water could be heard.

Chen Changsheng's feet landed on the ground.

The white grass is the road, the color of frost is the same as before, and the ruined temple is still in its original place.

He ran into the old temple and sat down behind the statue.

His breathing was a little heavy and his face became paler.

He took the golden needles from his fingers and inserted them into the two air orifices on his neck, then closed his eyes and began to meditate.

The suppressed Shang Xingzhou was not the strongest opponent he had ever encountered in his life, but the pressure on him was the greatest.

No matter when he met Zhu Luo in Xunyang City or when he met the Demon King in Hanshan, he was never as unbearable as he is today.

It didn't take long from the top of Muyu Peak to this ruined temple. The battle only lasted two rounds, and he was exhausted to the extreme.

This is probably the psychological pressure that students must endure when challenging their teachers.

I just don't know how long he can hold on, and I don't know where he is going to hold on.

Chen Changsheng suddenly opened his eyes.

Shang Xingzhou arrived outside the temple.