Fighter of the Destiny

Without a scabbard, the sword is sharp and sharp.

Zhuang Changyu's sword rose through the wind, holding nothing back, carrying the powerful true energy, and stabbed Chen Changsheng's body. The sword head spurted green light and made a hissing sound.

The remaining sand on the ground rose again and flew across the field.

Chen Changsheng used the Yeshi Step, and his figure suddenly disappeared, with afterimages surrounding Zhuang Moyu, and the dagger in his hand kept hitting down like a stick.

Still fast.

Zhuang Changyu was not afraid at all, his sword moves were exquisite, his attacks were extraordinarily wild because of his anger, but his defense was also extremely perfect. It could be seen that his mind was not disturbed at all.

No matter how fast Chen Changsheng's footwork was, no matter how direct and hard the dagger fell, he could not find any loopholes in him, let alone break them. On the contrary, Zhuang Changyu's sword intention became calmer and calmer. Countless sword lights were like invisible nets, making Chen Changsheng's footwork become more and more solemn. Even if he wanted to escape, it was no longer that easy.

Chen Changsheng calculated his intention—Zhuang Changyu wanted to use this sword technique to erase his advantage in body speed, and finally entered into a contest between pure moves and true energy—he made the decision without hesitation. The method suddenly changed, and the speed was incredibly fast. He took three steps to the right, but finally appeared on the other side of Zhuang Changyu.

Zhuang Changyu turned his wrist and stabbed diagonally. With a wonderful Tao sword move, he directly swung the dagger from his hand, and then took advantage of the situation to stab his throat.

Chen Changsheng was suddenly in danger, but his expression remained unchanged because he had already entered Zhuang Changyu's sword light.

Now, no one can avoid it anymore.

He turned sideways and let Linguang Sword pierce his shoulder, and the dagger in his hand struck Zhuang Changyu directly in the face.

Zhuang Changyu held up his sword and faced him with the hilt. At the same time, he took a wrong step and slashed his throat again with the sword's edge.

In the blink of an eye, the battle situation changed greatly.

There was a dense clashing sound again in the dust-washing building. It was the sound of two swords meeting each other. But compared with the first round, this time the sound of the swords was continuous, as if it would never stop. White air masses continued to be generated, and then exploded. Open, and then annihilate again, both Chen Changsheng and Zhuang Changyu decided to decide the winner.

Scratch, scratch, three cracking sounds sounded!

Exploding, two solid sounds sounded!

The drizzle had stopped and wet sand fell to the ground. Chen Changsheng and Zhuang Changyu suddenly separated, swept back more than ten feet, and then stood still.

Chen Changsheng was stabbed three times. In addition to the previous sword wounds, six sword wounds crisscrossed his chest. The blood was dripping and it was unbearable to look at.

Zhuang Changyu was hit twice by his dagger, his right shoulder collapsed slightly, blood overflowed, and his face was extremely pale.

The edge of the sword is unparalleled, and the stick is a blunt weapon. Three swords are exchanged for two sticks. No matter from which angle you look at it, Zhuang Changyu should have taken the big advantage in the final sword duel.

Anyone who was Zhuang Changyu's opponent would be seriously injured under these three swords and would be unable to fight again.

Chen Changsheng did not fall.

Zhuang Huanyu wanted to fight him with move against move, sword against sword, and true essence against true essence. His response was even tougher. He directly traded moves for moves, swords for swords, and injuries for injuries.

This was Liang Banhu's method of defeating Tang Sanshiliu, and it was Gou Hanshi's strategy.

He used it in a crucial battle with Zhuang Changyu.

Chen Changsheng has always been a person who is willing to learn and good at learning, and the fact that he dares to use this method shows that he has absolute confidence in his true energy and defensive capabilities, which are at least stronger than Zhuang Changyu.

Zhuang Changyu did not fall down, although his face was extremely pale.

Their bodies were covered in blood, and they looked at each other in silence from a distance of more than ten feet.

There was silence in the washing building.

The big shots at the windows on the second floor also remained silent. This battle was nothing to them, but the calmness and courage that Chen Changsheng and Zhuang Changyu showed in this battle were far beyond their years. They were a little moved, and their silence at this time may represent respect.

Silence also represents tension.

Who actually won?

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It was also quiet outside the Xichen Building.

The candidates outside the building were even more nervous than the people inside the building, and they wanted to know who won the battle.

After Chen Changsheng and Zhuang Changyu entered the building, everyone's eyes fell on the closed door.

Just like so many previous battles, the candidates could not see the scene inside the building and could only guess what happened through the sounds in the building.

The soundproof formations in Xichen Building often failed after the second round, because the candidates participating in the battle became stronger and stronger, and the battle became more and more intense.

The same was true for this battle. Not long after the building door closed, the candidates heard a shrill sound breaking through the air. They knew it was the sound of swords, but they didn't know whether it was Zhuang Changyu's sword or Chen Changsheng's sword. Then they heard a muffled sound, as if someone was ringing a bell in the building. Some people guessed that it should be the sound of punching out the true essence.

What happened next became a little weird.

Because the dust-washing building suddenly became quiet, but outside the building there were bursts of cicada chirping, and even the temperature rose a little, as if it was summer, and then a rain suddenly fell in the cloudless blue sky. Wet an inch of the ground outside the building, but it falls inside the building, and it looks like a waterfall.

Then the sword screamed again, never stopping, until finally, everything became quiet.

This battle should be over, who wins and who loses?

The three people in the National Education Academy were the most nervous, and the atmosphere in the forest was depressing.

Xuanyuan Po's eyes widened and he looked at the closed door. He kept rubbing his hands and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Luoluo closed her eyes, folded her little hands into fists in front of her, and silently prayed for Chen Changsheng.

Tang Thirty-Six kept pacing with his hands behind his back, his lips moving slightly, and he muttered something. He didn't ask what Chen Changsheng's trump card was or where his confidence came from. He knew that Chen Changsheng must be prepared for this battle, but he also knew how strong Zhuang Changyu was - Zhuang Changyu was his subordinate in Tiandaoyuan. Senior brother is also the person he has always wanted to surpass. Only by getting closer can you clearly hear what he was whispering to himself: "Too optimistic... too optimistic. We believe in him too much. How can we win? How can we win? You guy We must win, but how can we win?"

At this moment, the door of Xichen Building was pushed open.

All the candidates looked at it at the same time.

Luoluo opened her eyes, full of hope and worry.

Tang Thirty-Six stopped pacing and talking to himself, but did not look over because he did not dare to look.

The first person to walk out of the Washing Building was Chen Changsheng.

He was covered in blood, his feet were bare, his clothes were in tatters, and he was covered in wind and sand. He looked more like a beggar than in the previous rounds.

There was still silence around Shiping, because it was still unclear who the winner of this battle was.

After the equally tragic battle with Zhexiu, Guan Feibai walked out of Xichen Building first, but he was the loser.

At such a tense moment, Chen Changsheng suddenly turned around and walked into the building.

The battle was over and he had already left the building, so why did he go back again? Everyone was stunned and didn't understand what was going on.

Not long after, he walked out again, this time with a pair of boots in his hand.

A brand new pair of boots.

Suddenly there was a strange scream, it was Tang Sanliu's strange scream.

He didn't look at it on the surface, but in fact he kept looking at it from the corner of his eye.

He screamed strangely and rushed towards Chen Changsheng.

Luoluo let out a long breath and patted her chest gently, her face full of fear and happiness.

Xuanyuan Po didn't understand, scratched his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Luoluo said: "Sir, I won."

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(I have to pick up my father-in-law and mother-in-law early tomorrow morning, so I will try to go to bed early. Good night everyone, and wish you a sweet dream.)