Fighter of the Destiny

This sword was really not a sword move at all, the sword power was extremely unstable, and the sword's center was even worse, because as soon as the sword was drawn out, Chen Changsheng noticed something strange, and was suddenly at a loss.

What kind of changes make it difficult for such a calm and precocious man to maintain his mood? ——The moment he drew the sword, he suddenly realized that the dagger that had been with him for a long time no longer belonged to him and began to do its own thing! The dagger cut through the wind and rain and slashed at Nan Ke who was behind the wind and rain. It seemed that he had completed the sword move with his sword, but in fact, it had nothing to do with him. In his initial thoughts, facing Nan Ke's full blow, he was ready to use the most powerful sword among the real swords of the state religion, but...

The dagger did not obey his will and use that sword technique, but stabbed straight through.

This stab was extremely reckless and careless. If there were any bystanders in this battle who saw Chen Changsheng using such a sword move, they would definitely think that he was seeking death.

What exactly is going on? There was a power in his body. No, it was not power or breath, but a feeling that was difficult to describe in words. He held the dagger and stabbed straight into the wind and rain in front of him. His movements were completely in accordance with In pursuit of that feeling, the whole movement is very natural.

The sword that pierces the cold wind and rain is not straight. The path of the sword's edge is crooked and twisted. It looks like the lines left randomly on the paper by a child who has just learned to write. There is no way to see the move or concealment. There was no profound meaning, but that feeling went straight to the depths of his heart, making him feel it extremely vividly.

Just like the power of a sword, that feeling is the excitement of leaving the abyss, the ecstasy of seeing the sky, joy, and endless joy.

For some reason, inexplicably, this dagger made my whole body tremble with excitement.

How could such a sword pierce the cold wind and rain, withstand Nan Ke's full blow head-on, and defeat this terrifyingly powerful demon princess?

However, in just a moment, the dagger stabbed crookedly, easily piercing the wind and rain in front of him, and then stabbed into Nanke's eyes.

On the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, there was a soft sneer, as if something had been pierced.

Then there was a buzzing sound, like a huge bell being beaten by a huge tree held by countless strong men.

A strong vibration occurred, and the air spurted out in all directions, picking up countless smoke, dust, and remnants of rain and snow.

Among the smoke, dust, rain and snow, Nan Ke's angry howl sounded! Just like in the battle at Muyu Peak, her whistle was still clear, but compared with that night, her whistle now was no longer so steady, powerful and confident, but full of pain, confusion and shock. .

The strong breath instantly shook the smoke, dust and rain and snow on the stone platform to the audience, making it clear and clear.

Nan Ke retreated quickly, and his feet landed on the dividing line between the stone platform and the Shinto. There was a muffled sound, and several cracks appeared on the bluestone there.

A half-foot-long green feather slowly floated down on the stone platform with a charming and beautiful feeling.

Nan Ke's face was pale, and his eyes looking at Chen Changsheng were filled with angry flames and a subtle hint of confusion. After a moment, she withdrew her gaze and looked somewhere on her dark green left wing. She saw a sword wound there, which was slowly overflowing with blood. The dim light from the distant horizon came through from there.

It was quiet in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.

Probably because of the pain in her clear roar, Xu Yourong also woke up and looked at the scene in front of him, slightly stunned and speechless. Nan Ke looked at Chen Changsheng again, his eyes fell on the dagger held in his right hand, and his pupils shrank. She didn't understand why this dagger was so sharp? What kind of swordsmanship is this? Why has the sword intention become so strong?

Chen Changsheng was also looking at the sword in his hand, looking a little confused. He has been living with the dagger given to him by his senior brother for more than a year, but why does this sword feel strange to him now? He knew that this dagger was as sharp as the magic weapons in the Hundred Weapons List, but why could this dagger have such strong sword intent?

Yes, at this time he had confirmed that the strong feeling before was the sword intention. The dagger follows that feeling and pursues that feeling. It seems skewed and ugly, but in fact it is extremely natural, as if walking in the clouds and drinking in the water. This feeling is of course the sword intention, and it can only be the sword intention.

It's just that this sword intention... doesn't belong to him, because now, even if he can make the sword heart transparent, his realm is still not enough to cultivate such a powerful sword intention. Where did this sword intent come from? If it wasn't the sword intent possessed by the dagger itself, then when did it come into his own body?

The knuckles of his fingers holding the hilt of the sword turned a little white, and he thought with confusion and shock, could this sword intention be the sword intention that Huang Paper Umbrella has been looking for? Is it the sword intention that led him across the vast grassland to Zhou Ling? Didn’t this sword intention disappear? When did it come? Why did you come?

He knew more about this sword intention, so he thought more. Nanke didn't need to think so much, so he woke up faster than him. The shock and anger in his eyes dissipated, and he returned to his previous indifference and dullness. , attacked him again without hesitation, she vaguely guessed something, and was ready to fight to prove whether her guess was right.

As for whether she would get hurt, that was never something she cared about.

The cold rain fell again, and the wings of more than ten feet long set off a hurricane on the stone platform. The strong wind rose again, turning the raindrops into gravel, and hit Chen Changsheng's face and body.

A bird chirped.

A loud sound.

Nan Ke appeared in front of him again, holding the Southern Cross Star Sword in his right hand and slashing towards his forehead.

This is the first time she draws a sword. In other words, in her eyes, Chen Changsheng could finally become an opponent of the same level as Xu Yourong.

If it were normal times, if it were the days before, if it was just a moment ago, it would be difficult for Chen Changsheng to take this sword. Although his sword heart is clear and his sword intention is flawless, his sword intention is much weaker than the terrifying sword intention attached to Zhu Nanke's Southern Cross sword. But at this time, he swung his sword without even thinking about it.

In fact, he didn't need to think about it in the first place.

That feeling appeared in his heart again, and the sword in his hand swung out completely following that feeling.

It seems to be an understatement, but in fact it is mysterious and difficult to describe.

There was a loud bang in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, and several extremely deep cracks appeared on the bluestone ground.

Nanke's Southern Cross sword was blocked by the dagger in his hand.

Her Southern Cross sword technique was broken by the dagger in his hand before she could fully exert its full power.

A ray of sword light spurted out from the tip of the dagger, about three feet long, as if it was going to illuminate the entire tomb.

The green wings suddenly rolled back, protecting Nan Ke. With a painful groan, she quickly retreated again, her feet landed on the edge of the stone platform, and a crack was stepped on the bluestone there again.

However, this was not enough, the extremely sharp ray penetrated directly through her wings and stabbed between her eyebrows.

With his wings vibrating in the rain, Nanke jumped up and landed on the Shinto.

But it's still not enough.

She jumped up again and retreated into the rainy sky behind her.

Still not enough.

She must retreat again and again.

Only a series of dense bluestone cracking sounds were heard.

Her feet were like plows, dragging two clear traces out of the hard bluestone on the Shinto. She didn't finally stop until she retreated hundreds of feet away!

All was quiet.

The dark clouds in the sky kept dropping cold rain, and the entire Zhou Tomb was shrouded in it. Both the stone platform and the Shinto were soaked.

The sound of falling rain seemed to have disappeared.

A stream of blood slowly flowed from the corner of Nan Ke's lips, and was quickly washed away by the increasingly heavy cold rain.

Chen Changsheng looked at the dagger in his hand, feeling the extremely powerful sword intent and not knowing what to do.

In fact, the sword intention was not in the yellow paper umbrella, nor in the dagger, but in his body.

Because the person that the sword intention wants to help is him.

He raised his head, walked to the dividing line between the stone platform and the Shinto, looked at Nanke in the rain a hundred feet away, and said, "Now, it seems that I can defeat you."

The rain was flowing on Nanke's pale face and dripping down her wet black hair. She looked a little pitiful, but her expression was still so cold and arrogant. From such a condescending position, it was impossible to tell that she had just lost two swords in a row and had no room to fight back. , the voice was equally cold: "This is not your sword intention at all!"

Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while and asked, "So?"

Nan Ke said expressionlessly: "Even if I lose, I will be defeated by this sword. What does it have to do with you?"

Yes, this sword intention cannot belong to Chen Changsheng. Whether it was her fighting against Chen Changsheng, the pair of powerful demon generals watching the battle below the Shinto, the old man playing the piano, or Xu Yourong who just opened his eyes and saw this scene, they all knew this very well.

That sword intention is too sharp and completely inconsistent with the Tao cultivated by Chen Changsheng. The key is that this sword intention is too strong. This kind of power can even make up for the difference in the amount of true energy. It cannot be sharpened without time. If you want to refine it, Such sword power requires at least hundreds of years of swordsmanship. He is only fifteen years old. No matter how talented he is in swordsmanship, he cannot achieve this!

No one can do it, not even the demons.

Even if Zhou Du|husband had to live his life over again, he still wouldn't be able to do it.

"Yes, this is not my sword intention." Chen Changsheng looked at the endless grassland behind the black sea of ​​beasts under the mausoleum, and then looked at Nan Ke and said: "But this sword intention comes to me, is it willing to If it is used by me, it proves that I am qualified to use it, then it...is my sword intention."

Nanke asked: "Where does this sword intent... come from?"

Chen Changsheng looked into her eyes and said honestly: "You should have guessed it."

Around the mausoleum, up and down the Shinto, there was silence because of shock.

Although as Chen Changsheng said, Nanke had guessed the truth of the matter, he still couldn't believe it and was very unwilling.

The rain was pouring heavily, and the dampness and cold were biting, but her voice was a little dry: "Jianchi?"

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(Excited refers to the sword intention, and also refers to Nan Ke jumping on the grid on the Shinto. I finished the second chapter today, but I can’t get excited, and I have to continue writing... The third chapter will definitely be very, very, very, very late, okay It’s the weekend, everyone doesn’t have to go to work tomorrow, 5555, thinking that I have to go to work tomorrow makes me feel so sad...)