Fighter of the Destiny

That day at the lakeside, as soon as the Nanke and the two waiters merged together, Chen Changsheng had no chance. He was no match at all. He was about to be shocked to death. He only found a chance of survival by relying on those silver boxes and roasted sheep. Get out of trouble with a yellow paper umbrella. But now, based on the time in the grassland where the sun never sets, that bloody and insidious battle has only passed for dozens of days, and he was actually able to force back the long-awaited combined attack of the two attendants with one sword, and even injured them. How could a practitioner make such great progress in such a short period of time? What happened to him?

It is clear from this sword that Chen Changsheng's realm has not changed at all. He is still at the upper realm of Tongyou. At the same time, his amount of true energy is still much less than that of practitioners of the same level. This sword move is indeed exquisite, but The biggest difference is that his true energy has become abnormally cold for some reason, and he can actually condense a large snowflake just by using the power of his sword.

Even this... isn't the most important change. The most important thing is the change in his sword intention. His sword intention is extremely condensed and has become its essence.

Knowing that one's will can follow one's heart, how could his sword's heart be so harmonious and clear in just a few dozen days?

The shock lasted only a moment, and there was no time to think more deeply during the battle. With the sound of light wings vibrating at high speed through the air, the two attendants turned into a stream of light and struck towards the stone platform again.

At the edge of the stone platform, a bright sword light illuminated the surrounding space. The sword light appeared so suddenly, incandescent, like lightning.

laugh! The sound of the sword cutting through the air was heard.

The stream of light stopped, then quickly retreated, turning into countless light spots in the air dozens of feet away, and then dissipated.

It is still the overthrowing stick of the National Education Academy, the power of the sword is still cold, the sword's intention is still condensed, and the sword's heart is still so transparent and harmonious, so clean that it is unimaginable.

Chen Changsheng held the sword in front of him. He did not show any expression of joy on his face, nor was he proud of the sudden dissipation of the pair of light wings. Instead, he became more vigilant.

Because he knew very well that although his sword intention had improved greatly, and the first sword could unexpectedly hurt the two servants, it was impossible for the second sword to have such a perfect effect, with the electric sword light. It only injured the left shoulder of the woman named Ningqiu, but did not seriously injure the opponent. Naturally, it was impossible to break the opponent's light wings.

The reason why the light wings dissipated into countless light spots was because someone confirmed that the two attendants were not his opponents and did not want them to waste any more time.

His eyes followed the scattered light spots and landed on the ground in front of the mausoleum at the end of the thousands-foot Shinto Road, and then he saw the teenage girl.

The light spots fell on her body and disappeared. Her expression did not change at all, because she had no expression from beginning to end.

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Nanke looked at the end of the thousands-foot sacred path and the young human man and woman on the stone platform without saying a word.

According to her calculations, Xu Yourong fled all the way. After killing those monsters in the early stage, the blood of the true phoenix should have been exhausted. Now he should only have the poisonous blood he planted in his body. Logically speaking, even if he could support this mausoleum , should be dead at this time, why is she still alive? But it doesn't matter. It's obvious that she is too weak to fight anymore. Although this fateful duel cannot be said to be her victory, death is the fairest judge. She will die and she will live. This is enough. The problem It's about that young man named Chen Changsheng...

Her teacher Heipao didn't tell her all of Zhou Yuan's plans, and she naturally didn't know even more about it. Because of the yellow paper umbrella and other reasons, Heipao didn't have time to tell her the final decision. He thought that Chen Changsheng, like Qi Jian and Zhe Xiu, was the target that he must kill, but now it seems that he is not as easy to kill as imagined.

She was familiar with the name Chen Changsheng, not because he had won the first place in the Great Human Examination, nor because he had visited all the mausoleums in one night, nor because he was the youngest dean of the Chinese Academy of Education in history. It was because he was Xu Yourong's fiancé. She didn't expect that this human boy could actually heal his injuries while escaping in the grassland. Moreover, although his level had not improved, he was still better than the dozens of people that the two attendants had carefully described. His performance in the battle a few days ago, his sword intent and combat effectiveness had obviously made a qualitative leap.

What happened in the grassland? Or did this change happen after they entered the tomb?

Thinking of this, her mood became even worse. Of course, no matter how miraculous the encounter between Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong was, she could still easily kill them by issuing orders through the soul tree to the beast dynasty to attack. However, she did not do so because the beast horde was attacking the tomb. Still retaining a certain natural awe, it would take too much of her energy to force them to attack. More importantly, she did not want this great and sacred mausoleum to be ruined by these muddy, smelly, and extremely stupid people. The monster made a mess. If possible, she would not risk her own life to get close to this mausoleum, let alone set foot in it. There was really no other way, so she could only reluctantly accept Xu Yourong and... At this time, Chen Changsheng was standing on the high platform in front of the mausoleum, because In her opinion, although they were enemies, they had strong enough bloodline talents to not defile the tomb.

Yes, in her eyes, this is a great and sacred mausoleum.

Because the human being buried in this mausoleum is the person she admires most in her life, even more than her teacher, not to mention her father.

She has never revealed this thought, and even sometimes deliberately expressed some contrary opinions in Xuelao City, because even though the demons believe that the strong are respected, they privately awe and even fanatically worship the human demon in this mausoleum. There are not many clans, but she is a noble demon princess after all. How can she worship a human?

But she never deceived her heart.

She infinitely worshiped the human man buried in the tomb.

In Xue Lao City, in the Demon Realm, her father was as powerful as the night sky. Only that man had ever torn off a corner of the night sky.

Looking at the past and the future, looking at the continents and oceans, as long as he is under the starry sky, that man will always be the most powerful individual. In her opinion, such a strong man deserves the awe of all life, not to mention that there are countless secret connections between her master and that man, and that connection has long become the greatest honor deep in her heart.

Today, she finally came to this tomb.

Compared with the matter itself, the dignity of Her Royal Highness the Demon Princess and the cold attitude of her father towards her were of no importance.

With such a mood, Nan Ke walked towards the tomb along the Shinto.

The Shinto was thousands of feet long, and with her level of cultivation, it would only take a moment to cross it, but in order to show respect for the people in the tomb, she did not do so. Her steps were very gentle, but her attitude was extremely cautious. She walked very slowly, and her expression was very solemn, as if she were worshiping.

As she walked, hundreds of green tail feathers slowly sprouted behind her, and then began to flutter in the wind. She was so beautiful and coquettish that it was difficult to describe in words. The sun on the edge of the grassland has turned into a blur of light, and it is even darker before nightfall. As she walks on the Shinto Road, the last twilight light shines brighter and brighter, as if burning.

Looking at this scene, Xu Yourong's eyes also lit up, and then dimmed slightly, because no matter how much she wanted to fight Nan Ke in this state, she was unable to fight anymore. Chen Changsheng's eyes did not become brighter, because his eyes would always be so bright, just like Nanke's expression would not change in any way, because she would never have any expression.

In Tang Sanliu's words, his eyes were like two mirrors, so bright that they often made people panic.

Like Xu Yourong, he also clearly sensed that by walking cautiously on the Shinto as if worshiping, Nanke had adjusted his state of mind to an almost perfect level, showing unimaginable power. But unlike Xu Yourong, he He didn't have any intention to fight. He didn't want to fight Nanke in this state.

This is the biggest difference between him and peerless geniuses like Xu Yourong and Nanke. He never fights for the sake of fighting or wins for the sake of winning. When he does these things, he usually does it for one reason only: to live. In order to live, he believes that this is the most sacred reason, or meaning. Therefore, he does not need to adjust, meditate, worship, take a bath, burn incense, or fast for three days. When he has no choice but to start fighting, he must be ready.

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However, his condition didn't seem to be perfect today.

This is most likely the last battle in his life. He has no confidence, but this is not a problem because he has won too many battles where he has no reason to win. The problem is that when he should be concentrating on facing this battle, he is a little distracted and always feels that some things are not done.

At this time, Nan Ke had reached the last section of the Shinto, still more than a hundred feet away from him.

He finally couldn't hold it back anymore and turned to look at Xu Yourong.

"What's wrong?" Xu Yourong asked.

Chen Changsheng looked at her face and wanted to reach out and touch it, but he didn't dare.

Xu Yourong raised his injured and weak hand and patted his shoulder gently, as if to brush the snowflakes off his clothes.

Those few snowflakes have long since melted.

Chen Changsheng was satisfied, looked into her eyes, and said very seriously: "If we can leave Zhou Garden alive, I will definitely go find you."

Xu Yourong looked into his eyes, suppressed her shame, and said calmly, "No, I will go find you."

"Okay." Chen Changsheng has never answered so quickly.

If Nan Ke gave up his worshiping posture and attacked violently, he and she might be dead.

Fortunately, Nanke didn't do that.

After doing this, there was finally nothing to distract me.

Chen Changsheng looked at the little girl walking slowly on the Shinto, calm and focused.

As countless people have said before, cultivation is never a fair thing. Although he has read Tao Zang thoroughly since he was a child, his physique is also different from ordinary people, and he has cultivated to the upper realm of Tongyou at the age of fifteen, but the difference in bloodline talent is not It's so easy to make up for it, not to mention that there is a black sea turned into a tide of beasts around the mausoleum.

This is a life-or-death battle.

But he was still so calm, showing a composure and calmness that far exceeded his age. If you only looked at his back, he actually had the demeanor of a master of swordsmanship at this time.

The reason why he was able to drive back powerful enemies with one sword was because his sword intention was different from before. During this long escape in the grassland, which lasted for dozens of days, the most important thing he and Xu Yourong did was talk. What is talked about the most is practice. From the Rain Temple to the Snow Temple, from the reeds in autumn to the grass islands in summer, they are always talking about this. He had the talent for cultivation, but no fighting experience. Xu Yourong taught him a lot. More importantly, her attitude toward practice and life, that indifference, calmness, and calmness, influenced him a lot.

This is the heart of the Tao.

The heart of the sword is also a genus of the heart of the Tao.

If one wants to talk about the Tao and have a clear mind, who among the younger generation in the entire spiritual world can be better than Xu Yourong?

When two swords meet, their sharp edges become sharper, and so does the sword's heart.

His sword heart is now clear, and his sword intention is naturally powerful and pure.

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Xu Yourong didn't know that he was only fifteen years old. But looking at his back, her somewhat dim eyes brightened up again, as if the dry mountain had finally received a new rain.

She left his side and returned to the main entrance of the mausoleum. She found a corner where she could get shelter from the rain, snow, and wind. She sat cross-legged and wrapped herself in warm linen.

His attitude towards life had already affected her a lot.

So, she closed her eyes and began to rest.

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