Fighter of the Destiny

The black sarcophagus was huge, like a hill. Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong stood in the coffin as if they were standing on a mountain, unaware of the passage of time.

Xu Yourong looked at the pictures in the normal order, one picture after another, moving slowly from left to right. Chen Changsheng looked in the opposite order to her, moving slowly from right to left. It is much easier to memorize and understand, but it is not easy to memorize such a mysterious and unspeakable sword technique.

I don't know how long it took, but Chen Changsheng's left arm touched her shoulder, and the two of them woke up and realized that they had met.

If it were Tang Sanshiliu, he would probably have said frivolously: What a coincidence, I met you here.

But Chen Changsheng wouldn't say that, and Xu Yourong didn't say anything either. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, then continued to look at the last two patterns.

This is the sixty-ninth pattern that Chen Changsheng saw, which means that he has memorized the sixty-nine two-breaking sword techniques. Xu Yourong was weaker due to his injuries, and it was less than what he saw, and he had memorized the three techniques. Seventeen sword techniques.

After some time, the two people finished reading the last two pictures, woke up at the same time again, and smiled at each other again.

However, the next moment, the smiles on their faces disappeared and turned into shock and confusion.

The patterns and words on the walls of the black stone coffin are... disappearing!

Black stone is the hardest stone in the world. Those lines, patterns and words should have been carved by Zhou|**** himself with the legendary magic knife back then. They are deeply penetrated into the stone, even after hundreds of years of hard work. , has not faded, and is even less likely to be weathered. However, at this time, the edges of those lines seemed to have softened a lot. The gentle breeze in the mausoleum blew the black stone on the edges of the lines into gravel, and rustled to the ground. On the ground!

In just an instant, before Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong had time to react, all the words and patterns on the walls of the black stone coffin were erased, turning into one hundred and nine slightly rough depressions.

How is this going? This magical scene left the two of them shocked and speechless. Could it be that these two-breaking sword techniques will disappear on their own after being remembered? How did Zhou Du|husband achieve such a magical method?

The Two-Breaking Sword Technique has turned into black gravel at the bottom of the coffin and no longer exists. The black sarcophagus has truly become empty, so naturally they will not stop any longer.

Chen Changsheng carried her away from the black sarcophagus and returned to the stone floor of the tomb hall. Thinking back to what happened before, his mood was still hard to calm down.

"Fortunately, I have remembered them all." Xu Yourong said, "After we go out, we will copy down those sword skills and they will be complete."

Chen Changsheng, a fifteen-year-old boy who has lived in an old temple in Xining Town since he was a child, is naturally slow to understand things about men and women, but for some reason at this time, he grasped her meaning very accurately. This earth-shattering set of two-breaking sword art now belongs to them, and it does not belong to them individually, just like the sword art, it belongs to them as a whole.

If they can't trust each other enough to be honest with each other, then this sword strategy means nothing.

"Well, let's practice together." Chen Changsheng said.

"What if we can't leave Zhou Garden?" Xu Yourong looked into his clear eyes and said with a touch of sadness, "Could it be that this set of sword techniques will leave this world with us?"

Chen Changsheng said: "Don't be stressed. If Zhou Du|husband is really still alive, the Two-Breaking Sword Technique will naturally not be lost."

Xu Yourong was silent for a while and said, "I have a different idea now. If Zhou Du|fu is not dead, why did he leave these sword techniques in his tomb?"

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and guessed: "It's possible that he wanted to do something that he was not sure about. He left these sword skills because he didn't want the most remarkable creation in his life to be lost to obscurity."

Xu Yourong looked into his eyes and said, "In short, you have to try your best to survive."

Chen Changsheng looked back at her eyes, thinking that if there is fate, the conditions given by fate are already very clear. Whether it is the Two-Breaking Sword Art or if you want to remember these beautiful things, two people must live together, and then together, they can Significant.

"May the Holy Light be with you." She blessed sincerely.

Chen Changsheng leaned forward, hugged her awkwardly, and said, "Be with us."

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The ground shook again. This time it wasn't the opening of the black sarcophagus or his dagger, but the beast tide had finally arrived. Chen Changsheng remembered that she had said not long ago that she did not want to die in someone else's tomb, so he naturally helped her walk out of the mausoleum. When passing the long corridor, he did not forget to remove all the luminous pearls inlaid on the wall. take away.

Looking at this scene, Xu Yourong found it interesting and admired him even more - not everyone can be so indifferent before life and death, and it is obvious that he is really not afraid of death. With such a state of mind, he is already Close to the sages.

Chen Changsheng actually didn't think too much about the matters between life and death. He thought more about the black dragon sleeping in the lake outside You Mansion. What he didn't know for sure at this time and was a little worried at the same time was that if he died in Zhou Ling, So what should the black dragon do? Will it sleep forever with him, or will it still be alive even if it cannot wake up? After all, it is just a departed soul now?

After walking out of the mausoleum and coming to the high platform at the end of the Shinto, without looking down at the grassland below, Chen Changsheng looked at the sycamore tree with thousands of green leaves gently swaying in the wind, and said to her: "No matter how powerful your magic weapon is, it will not Maybe I’ve been blocking it, so why don’t I close it.”

Xu Yourong said: "But it can buy us some time." Unlike other practitioners who value realm and magical tools more than life, she has always believed that these are external things. If they are used in exchange for precious time or opportunities, , let alone the serious damage, it would be a pity even if it was destroyed directly.

Chen Changsheng said: "The last thing we need now is time."

Before memorizing the Two Broken Sword Techniques, time was urgent. After that, time became meaningless to them. Although Xu Yourong was pulled back from the abyss of death by his blood, he was still seriously injured and weak. The longer it took, the more time passed. The more dangerous it is, the most important thing is that the flow of time in the grassland where the sun never sets is different from that in the real world. The closer they are to Zhou Ling, the slower the flow of time. Even if they rely on the parasol trees to hold on for a few more days, the real world outside Zhou Garden may only be a day old. In an instant, what chance can there be?

"That makes sense." Xu Yourong stretched out his hand, turned the phoenix tree into a long bow, and carried it on his shoulder.

The green leaves suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding area of ​​​​the stone platform became empty. Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong began to face powerful enemies and unknown outcomes. Although there was no blood rain, it was still a bloody storm.

The dim sky and earth are filled with countless monsters. The grassland and in front of the mausoleum are densely covered with darkness from the eyes to the horizon.

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(Because the title of the chapter reminds me of Leslie Cheung's old song, "Get through it together," but no matter how I look at the plot, I can't find a place to get through it, so I have to leave it at that and keep it in mind.)