Fighter of the Destiny

(The chapter name has nothing to do with Thirty-Six, nor does it have anything to do with the famous screenwriter. It’s just for fun, and I really think Chen Changsheng and Tang Tang are very sexy...)

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The National Education Academy has a long history, dating back to the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty. There are countless big trees growing there, some of which are even more than a thousand years old.

Many ancient trees were destroyed in the murder twenty years ago, but more trees survived, especially the forest near the palace, which was lush and deep. When he first entered the National Education Academy, Chen Changsheng had noticed this forest. After that, he spent countless mornings here and practiced sword practice countless times.

He knew that these trees were hard, and the stubble was naturally hard, but he still felt a little weird.

That thing was very hard, but the edges were not sharp, but rather smooth, as if they had been polished.

He looked back and found a pit about a foot deep where the big tree broke off.

The leaves blocked the already dim light, and there was still snow and dust in the pit, making it difficult to see clearly what was inside.

So before it broke off, this must have been a tree hole.

The thing he touched with his right hand was in this pit.

In other words, that thing has always been stuck in the tree hole.

Chen Changsheng was not sure what that thing was.

Shang Xingzhou's sword arrived.

The Taoist sword of Changchun Temple, with the purest but not gentle meaning, cut off the cold wind and fell towards his chest.

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When Shang Xingzhou walked towards Chen Changsheng, Xu Yourong was also walking towards the National Education Academy.

Wang Zhice pointed out again from a distance.

There was no disturbance in the breeze by the lake, and there was no sharp sound, as if nothing happened.

But in fact, an invisible barrier once again appeared between the National Education College and Baicao Garden.

At this time, Xu Yourong made a very strange move.

She raised her left hand and pointed her fingers gently into the void.

Snapped.

A soft sound.

It was like the most fragile blister being punctured by the most delicate hair.

The invisible barrier disappeared without a trace.

Xu Yourong finally entered the National Education College.

Her face was as white as snow, and a very thin stain of blood appeared on the corner of her lips.

Wang Zhice did not use fingering, but the star-picking hand he created when he was studying in his old apartment in Donglin Lane.

He didn't expect Xu Yourong to be able to take on this move, which surprised him a little.

What surprised him even more was that when Xu Yourong came to the National Education Academy, she didn't look at him again, but instead looked at the master and apprentice pair in the woods.

The breeze is blowing slightly, the white sacrificial clothes are fluttering slightly, the tung bow is in hand, and the arrow is on the string, ready to be fired at any time.

The situation became extremely tense.

She was going to use arrows to stop Shang Xingzhou, wouldn't Wang Zhice stop her? Or does she believe that someone will stop Wang Zhice?

who's that person?

Of course it couldn't be Tang Sanliu.

He was controlled by Wang Zhice and turned into a statue by the lake.

Because he couldn't turn his neck, he couldn't see what was happening in the woods. He could only look at the lake and the sky.

The snow has stopped falling, but the clouds have not dispersed, blocking the skylight and making Kyoto look particularly dark.

At the beginning, he was complaining and shouting that God is blind.

At this time, he was just praying for Chen Changsheng, hoping that God would open his eyes quickly.

Suddenly, a clear sound came from the woods.

Suddenly a bright light appeared in his eyes.

A hole appeared in the clouds.

The skylight falls from there, like a waterfall, extremely beautiful.

Tang Sanliu was shocked and thought, is it really that person who opened his eyes?

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Like a dragon's body in a black mountain range, it slowly rises and falls behind the clouds, bringing up countless strong winds.

After the little black dragon left the National Education Academy, he did not stay away. Instead, he sneaked here quietly, always ready to break through the clouds and fall.

If Chen Changsheng is really in danger, she doesn't care about the rules of the battle. As for the referee... she has long wanted to fight him desperately.

The sea of ​​clouds suddenly rolled up and opened a gap.

She looked at the ground in surprise.

She saw the streets and alleys in Kyoto, the Tomb of Heavenly Books, and the imperial palace.

Finally, she saw the Anglican Academy.

There is a dark forest where the National Education College and the Royal Palace meet.

The woods suddenly became brighter.

Not because of the light falling from the sky, but because of the sword light.

There are more than ten broken trees, arranged in a straight line, pointing to the deepest part of the forest.

The half-cut trees that once existed there have disappeared without a trace, turning into countless pieces of bark and broken wood, quietly suspended in the air.

Suspended along with these bark fragments are the light snow that began to fall this morning and the lake water that fell like a heavy rain not long ago.

There are two figures in the middle of this strange scene.

Shang Xingzhou stood in front of Chen Changsheng, looking down from a high position, his Taoist sword already swung down.

Chen Changsheng did not die because there was an extra sword in his hand.

It was this sword that blocked Shang Xingzhou's sword.

Chen Changsheng still used the stupid sword.

This sword technique is considered by Su Li to be the best swordsman in the world, and it has saved Chen Changsheng's life countless times.

Just now in Zhou Garden, Chen Changsheng relied on this sword technique to escape death many times in a row.

But this time, Chen Changsheng was not killed.

His left foot sank deeply into the ground, as stable as if it had taken root.

This is the art of swordsmanship. Only by using a sword can the true subtlety and power be displayed!

The question is, where did this sword come from?

No one has time to think about this problem.

A clear whistle resounded through the snow forest.

The Taoist sleeves of the merchant boat are fluttering, and the Taoist sword rises and falls again.

Then the wind and snow started.

Shang Xingzhou disappeared.

Countless sword lights appeared.

There were sword marks everywhere in the woods.

Suddenly quiet.

Chen Changsheng raised his sword to greet him.

Clang! Clang!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Dozens of crisp sword sounds suddenly sounded around him.

In such a short period of time, Shang Xingzhou actually fired dozens of swords!

These swords fell so fast that even the sound of the two swords colliding had no time to spread!

But these swords were all caught by Chen Changsheng!

He raised his sword to his eyebrows.

His left knee was slightly bent.

He stood there.

He was motionless.

No matter how mysterious and unspeakable you are, and how unpredictable your sword intention is, I just held my sword horizontally, my heart sank, and I hid in the small building.

This is the real sword realm!

Just how long can he sustain under Shang Xingzhou's stormy attack?

Even if he has a perfect sword domain and star domain, and an unimaginable abundance of true energy, he cannot continue to support it like this forever.

What's more, what kind of person is Shang Xingzhou? He has practiced thousands of Taoist methods. Who knows what kind of terrifying methods are hidden in his drooping sleeves?

Chen Changsheng was not prepared to leave such an opportunity to his master.

At a moment that was unpredictable but well known in advance, he drew his sword first.

A sword light illuminated the forest.

This sword was incredibly fast, like real lightning.

The sword intention of this sword is very clear, but it is not simple. It looks like a fish swimming in the stream, right in front of you, but it is difficult to reach out and touch it.

The trajectory of this sword is even more mysterious to the extreme, and there is an unpredictable feeling!

This sword pierced three barks in a row, cut into several pieces of wood, passed around his left hand, and seemingly carelessly pierced into the wind and snow.

There was a muffled hum from somewhere, and the wind and snow were slightly chaotic.

Shang Xingzhou appeared on the snow a few feet away, with a tear in his sleeve.

Chen Changsheng stood up straight, holding the sword in his hand and looking at him quietly.