Fighter of the Destiny

Gao Huan looked at the car in front of the tent, and the car suddenly shattered.

It wasn't just his gaze that was so powerful.

Amidst the flying sawdust and smoke, the head of the Qiu Shan family struck from the air with a sword.

He is a strong man at the pinnacle of gathering stars. The sword is the reverse scale that Lord Qiu Shan insists he carry. It is also a sacred object at the top of the list of hundred weapons.

The cold and murderous sword light headed towards the top of the tent. Gao Huan moved slightly and came to the ground.

There was no change in his expression, and he did not take action against the Akiyama family head.

Imprisoned at the bottom of the abyss for seven hundred years without seeing the sun, moon, and stars, he was very unfamiliar with the current world and the powerful people in this world.

He will only divide the people he sees into two types, those he knows and those he does not know.

An old friend who can live for so many years like him is naturally worthy of vigilance, and other people are not qualified to waste his energy.

The sword failed, but the Qiu Shan family leader did not look ashamed or angry, and retreated into the smoke.

With a soft popping sound, a middle-aged man who looked like an ordinary servant stepped on a small copper flask on the ground.

At the same time, the middle-aged man's fist came to Gao Huan's eyes.

Gao Huan looked slightly strange and had some reaction.

With the same soft snap, three cracks appeared on the ground where he was standing.

At the same time, his hand closed around the fist.

The middle-aged man was a worshiper of the Qiu Shan family, and his realm was already half-step sacred. The fist he punched out with all his strength was easily held by Gao Huan.

This gap between realms cannot be bridged by courage and strategy.

The face of the Akiyama family priest was pale, and there seemed to be golden fire burning in his eyes. He roared and retreated towards the rear.

Dozens of white turbulences appeared in the air, making a deafening burst.

The Akiyama family priest groaned, crashed into the grain truck, and landed on the ground hundreds of feet away. There was blood everywhere on his clothes, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.

Gao Huan took back his hand and looked at a carriage further ahead.

Just like a certain grain transport officer once lamented, the human soldiers always thought that the head of the Akiyama family and the worshiper were of course the strongest in the team.

Gao Huan doesn't think so.

His eyes were not in this tent, nor in the Akiyama family's carriage, but in this carriage.

He felt that the real commander of this team was in this carriage.

You only need to kill the people in the car to win the final victory in this raid battle.

This was the conclusion he came to after observing between the cliffs for a long time.

As Gao Huan's eyes fell, more than ten demon masters left their respective cavalry teams and launched an attack on the carriage.

The sound of wind whistling through the sky continued to sound, and the demon masters were like stones, smashing down from the sky.

If no one stops them, no matter who is in that carriage, they will be smashed to pieces.

At this time, a sad and cold piano sound came from the carriage.

The sound of the piano entered the sky from the ground. The sound did not get louder, but the area it covered became much larger.

There were cracks in the armor of those demon masters, and green smoke was flowing out.

In the end, their falling direction deviated, and they failed to hit the carriage, but fell around it.

The ground shook, and the black soil rose up like a waterfall. The scene looked extremely spectacular.

The blind luthier walked out of the car holding his guqin.

He tilted his head, listening to the sounds around him, and plucked the strings with his right hand from time to time.

The sharp white turbulence left the strings and attacked the demon masters. It looked like the sky was full of fallen leaves.

More than a dozen demon masters howled and rushed towards the carriage.

If there was only one blind luthier, it would be difficult to stop so many demon masters, but there were still people in the carriage.

The carriage didn't look very big, and no one could have imagined that so many people would come out of it.

Seven vendors, six government officials, three fortune tellers, two old men selling sesame candy, and a little girl selling makeup.

Several mysterious and unpredictable secrets enveloped the grassland around the carriage and fell on the demon masters.

Several iron chains shot through the air, carrying traces of blood and fire, vowing to pass through the shoulders and necks of those demon masters.

Before this, a formation formed by a sand table had already protected the carriage in advance.

Looking at this scene, Gao Huan raised his eyebrows slightly.

He didn't expect that there were so many strong people in the human race now.

Then an innocent smile appeared on his face.

There are so many powerful human beings who are worthy of his taking action.

The light and tasteless raindrops fell from the sky again, washing away all the mysterious and unpredictable heavenly secrets, and breaking the formation at will.

The expressions of the five people from the Tang family in Wenshui became extremely solemn, and the fingers of the blind luther player became faster.

The realm of this powerful young demon clan man is truly unfathomable, and he broke through the outer defenses without even making any move.

Gao Huan flicked his fingertips, sending two water and fire sticks flying. He lowered his gaze, cut off an iron chain, and came to the front of the car.

He wanted to lift the curtain and see who was inside.

The sound of the piano was clanging, like a clarion call for war, and a string full of iron and blood stopped in front of him.

That's fine too.

Among the strong people in the human race, the blind luther player is of course the most powerful.

Gao Huan didn't mind concentrating on killing this person first.

Light black mist emerged from between his fingers, and no matter how strong the wind on the grassland was, it could not blow it away.

The string withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, then broke, losing all vitality.

Blood spilled from the corners of the blind luthier's lips and he retreated to the car.

How could Gao Huan let him live? He slapped him down with a palm from the air.

The dusk suddenly dimmed, as if the night had come early, and a dark, but not real, giant palm fell from the sky and struck the carriage.

One of the strings was broken, but there were still several strings that were intact, but at this time, no sound could be made because the blind luthier had not regained his breath.

Who will stop this giant palm?

The car window suddenly broke, and two dark things flew out.

Both are black. These two things are not like the black giant palms, which give people a feeling of terror and depression, but are full of majesty.

An official seal and a gavel.

The official seal and the gavel faced the giant black palm.

With two crackling sounds, the official seal and the gavel turned into debris, and the giant black palm gradually dissipated in the air.

A skinny old man wearing a gray robe walked out of the car with a peaceful expression.

Several young people followed him out, looking a little nervous, like students.

Too many people have walked out of this car. Who would have thought there were so many people hiding inside.

Gao Huan never expected that in such a short period of time, he would encounter three half-step sacred human race experts.

When did Half-Step Sacred become so worthless?

Gao Huan confirmed that he didn't know any of the powerful human beings present, but the blind luther player's technique was somewhat familiar.

He looked at the blind piano master, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked: "The Changsheng Sect?"

The blind luthier said: "Yes."

Gao Huan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Li Minghe?"

The blind piano master's expression changed slightly and he said, "Master."

Gao Huan said proudly: "I see, your master has an old relationship with me. If you surrender to me, I will spare your life today."

After saying this, he looked at the skinny old man in gray robe and asked, "Who are you?"

A young man said: "This is my Lord Shangshu."

"do not know."

Gao Huan looked indifferent and suddenly shouted: "How dare you use poison on me!"

He looked at the little girl who had been silent.

I don't know if it was affected by the battle, but the basket the little girl was carrying had fallen to the ground.

The powder was blown by the wind and gradually spread.

To anyone, this is a very natural picture. Who would have thought that it was actually poisoned?

Looking at the little girl, Gao Huan's eyes were full of violence.

"Do you know who I am? You actually want to poison me?"

When she was in Wenshui City, the little girl's shyness and nervousness were mostly disguised.

But at this time, being stared at by this powerful demon clan, she was really nervous and couldn't even move her feet.

A few feet away, Gao Huan reached out and grabbed her throat with a ferocious expression, ready to tear her into pieces.

The blind piano master and Wei Shangshu were on the other side and could not rescue them in time.

Those traders and fortune tellers are still struggling with the remaining demon masters.

Fortunately, there were two old men selling sesame candy.

They have always been accustomed to standing with the little girl selling makeup.

An old man selling sesame candy pulled up the green cloth on the stall and blocked Gao Huan's finger.

With a hissing sound, the green cloth turned into fragments and flew away with the wind, turning into the old man.

He bent his knees, lowered his waist, remained calm, clenched his fist, and then struck out straight.

Looking at this scene, Gao Huan shouted: "Okay!"

This punch was ordinary and ordinary.

In the eyes of a truly strong man, he already has the true flavor of righteousness and peace.

If it were just like this, Gao Huan would be far from moved.

He cheered because the old man selling sesame candy used the most authentic royal technique - the Burning Sun Technique!

Gao Huan waved his sleeves to block the combined attack of the blind piano master and Wei Shangshu, then clenched his fist and hit the old man selling sesame candy.

Countless lights overflowed from the old man's fist.

Countless black smoke spread out from Gao Huan's fist.

Just like the sky at this time, day and night are fighting the most decisive battle.

His realm is far higher than that of the old man selling sesame candy, but he is the most solemn and upright when facing this old man.

The opponent is using the human race's royal secrets, so he will use the devil's royal secrets.

"Heavenly Demon Skill!"

Feeling the domineering aura that stretched between heaven and earth and the demonic aura that was thicker than the night, the blind violinist blurted out.

Hearing these words, the expressions of Wei Shangshu and the Qiu Shan family head who had just woken up suddenly changed.

Who is this powerful demon clan? Why does the royal family not pass on the secret skill of the Heavenly Demon Kung Fu?

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There was a loud bang.

The old man selling sesame candy was shot away unsurprisingly.

If it weren't for the Burning Sun Technique and the Heavenly Demon Technique, which are innately mutually reinforcing each other, his injuries would have been more serious.

There was also an old man selling sesame candy.

Gao Huan's expression was still serious, because this represented a meeting between the royal family and the royal family.

He didn't take the battle itself seriously.

These two old men selling sesame candy are far behind those young men from the Chen family in Tianliang County.

There was a soft snap.

The two fists touched together.

It was a soft sound, not a thunderous roar.

This shows what?

Gao Huan, who had turned to look at the blind piano master and Wei Shangshu, slowly turned back.

The incoming demon masters had been repelled, and the shouts of the wolf riders seemed to be getting farther and farther away. The grassland suddenly became very quiet, and only the crackling sound of burning food and grass could be heard.

Gao Huan looked at the old man selling sesame candy, with a touch of pain and confusion in his eyes.

The old man slowly raised his head.

His hair was completely white, but he didn't look too old, but his eyes were too calm, like... the well in the old Wenshui house.

That old well.

Nothing in the world could make his eyes waver again.