Fighter of the Destiny

The sword Chen Changsheng wants is naturally in the Zhou Garden, in the Sword Pond to be precise. Although he still doesn't know where the Sword Pond is until now, the sword he wants is undoubtedly a famous sword, just like The sword of mountains and seas in his hand at this moment is the same.

In fact, the sword he wanted ranked far lower than the Shanhaijian in the list of 100 weapons, but in some aspects it was even more famous than the Shanhaijian, because that sword was extremely rare and was used by Zhou Du The husband brought back Zhou Yuan's sword from the outside world. More importantly, that sword was Nanxi Zhai's Zhaijian. In other words, that sword was the Saintess' Sword.

Chen Changsheng didn't know that the girl behind him was Xu Yourong. He still didn't have any good impressions of the name Xu Yourong. Naturally, he wanted this sword now not because he wanted to prepare a dowry for his fiancée, but because of the legendary sword. Nanxi Zhai's Zhaijian has its own holy light, which can purify all toxins and can naturally suppress the demon's blood detoxification method.

The idea was indeed absurd, but it became a reality. Just when he had that idea, somewhere in the grassland directly south of the mausoleum, a very refreshing feeling suddenly appeared. The weeds that had lowered their heads in the heavy rain and looked extremely tired straightened their waists again, and raindrops dripped down the veins of the leaves. , full of energy.

An extremely light sword intention appeared in the endless vitality, and then disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, the sword intent came to the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, and a sword appeared with it. The sword looked very plain, without any unnecessary decoration, exuding a faint sacred meaning, which illuminated a lot of the darkness caused by the heavy rain.

This is the Zhaijian that Chen Changsheng wants.

He reached into the rain, took out the Zhai sword, and slashed at the oncoming peacock feather.

Only an angry bird chirp was heard in the violent flames, and then the flames attached to the peacock's feathers turned into green smoke. The terrifying toxins contained in the blood fire were instantly absorbed by the holy sword emitted by the sword. Light purifies everything!

Quiet, absolutely quiet. Nanke's little face became even paler. The two maids behind her opened their eyes wide, with incredible expressions on their faces. There was a look of fear in the eyes of the old man playing the piano, and Teng Xiaoming's expression was extremely solemn.

Suddenly, there was a sudden sound of rain. Liu Wan'er, who had not made a move, quickly rushed up along the Shinto. The big iron pot in her hand turned into the dark night, covering the Zhaijian that still exuded the holy light!

Chen Changsheng let go of the hilt of the Zhai Sword, held the hilt of the Shan Hai Sword again in the rain, and lifted it towards the iron pot. He only heard a golden sound and a fierce breath. The black pot was directly lifted by the iron sword, and the night sky was lifted. A hole was opened.

What comes after the night is not the blue sky, but Liu Waner's hands.

She held a ribbon in both hands. The ribbon was extremely soft and smooth. It was tied to the Shanhai Sword, making the heavy iron sword unable to move. At this moment, Teng Xiaoming, who had a connection with her, held an iron rod in his hand and fell from the rainy sky again, hitting his head!

At this moment, there was another movement deep in the grassland. A thin sword passed through the torrential rain for dozens of miles like a stream of light and arrived in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. It seemed to have been inserted into Chen Changsheng's right hand that had just released the hilt of the Shanhai Sword.

The handle of the sword was so thin and delicate that it felt like a needle.

Chen Changsheng held the sword and stabbed Liu Waner. The delicate sword seemed to be unable to withstand the baptism of the heavy rain. It kept trembling along the way, and the sword blade moved like lightning, as if it was embroidering something in the rain. I don’t know what kind of sword this is or what kind of sword technique he uses. I just feel it is extremely soft. The sword moves with willows and flowers, and the scenery is beautiful!

Amidst the chissing sound, the delicate sword failed to embroider a beautiful picture in the rain, but it broke the ribbon wrapped around the Shanhai Sword. The sword continued to break through the raindrops, and finally reached Liu Waner, Pick her earlobes. If Teng Xiaoming's deformed iron rod hadn't smashed down, or this delicate sword would have directly pierced Liu Waner's neck.

The iron rod came through the air. Chen Changsheng let go of the sword, held the Shanhai Sword again in the rain, and raised it up. He still heard a deafening impact, and the iron rod whizzed through the air. Where did it fall. Teng Xiaoming did not hesitate to grab Liu Waner's shoulder and violently retreated, narrowly avoiding Chen Changsheng's next sword blow.

Whether he was using the delicate sword or the Mountain and Sea Sword, Chen Changsheng used three consecutive moves to pick the characters, pick the thread from the cloth, and carry the lamp at night. The picks were clean and neat, and the moves were extremely chic.

The three swords were hanging silently in the heavy rain around him, and the scene was very shocking.

Looking at the Zhaijian that exuded a faint holy light, Nanke could no longer suppress the shock in her heart. She was no longer even willing to think about why this legendary saintly sword appeared, and said angrily: "How can you even Nanke Xizhai is good at swordsmanship!"

"Could this be the Yue Nu Sword?" Liu Waner was shocked when she looked at the delicate sword in the rain beside him. She didn't notice a drop of bright red blood seeping out of her earlobe.

There used to be a powerful sword sect in the southeastern corner of the mainland. Most of the disciples in the sect were women, and they were in the land of Yue, so they were called the Yue Nv Sect. It had produced many swordsman masters until it merged with Nanxi Zhai hundreds of years ago. Then it gradually became unknown. Needless to say, as for Nanxizhai, as the holy place of the Southern Sect of the state religion, it has always been admired and worshiped by all people.

Nanke and Liu Waner were naturally shocked by the appearance of these two swords. What they couldn't understand was why Chen Changsheng even knew the swordsmanship of Nanxi Zhai and Yue Nu Sect. It should be noted that those two sets of swordsmanship were more important than sacred purification and small things. Seeing the opportunity, very few men will practice it.

Chen Changsheng did not explain. He was able to master the swordsmanship of Nanxi Zhai and Yue Nu Sect, at least the general moves and sword shapes of these two sets of swordsmanship. Apart from reading Dao Zang, the most important reason was his diligence. He came to Kyoto from Xining Town and worked in During this year at the National Education Academy, what he did most was to study and practice and study all the cultivation methods in the world. Except for the young men from the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God in the Lishan Sword Sect, there was no one as diligent as him among his peers. people. ?

Looking at Chen Changsheng on the stone platform in the wind and rain, both Nan Ke and Liu Waner felt extremely uneasy.

Among the strong men who entered Zhou Garden from the demon tribe, Teng Xiaoming was the most silent one. In terms of status, he was one of the twenty-four demon generals. Not to mention the superior Nanke, he was not even as tall as his wife, but Xue All the nobles in the old city knew that it was because he loved his wife deeply. In terms of true combat power and vision, he was the strongest one in the field.

Therefore, he did not let the shocking scene in front of him shake his mind. He stretched out his right hand to recall the iron rod that he recalled from nowhere in the rain, stepped on the Shinto with splashes of water, roared up, and attacked Chen Changsheng again. .

The other strong men also came to their senses and knew that they could not allow the battle to continue developing like this. Seeing that Chen Changsheng, who had entered a desperate situation, suddenly had the help of three famous swords, who knew what would happen later?

Sounds of breaking through the sky were heard one after another, strong winds were blowing above the Shinto, and the heavy rain was blown astray like a weak willow. An extremely quiet sound of the piano, with undisguised murderous intent, accompanied by several strong winds, struck Chen Changsheng at the edge of the stone platform.

At this moment, a roar suddenly sounded in the rainy sky. That whistle was a sword whistle, extremely sharp, resounding throughout the world, but strangely deep, as if it was a dragon roar from ancient times!

The shadow of the big roc in the distant sky was slowly descending, and was suddenly stopped for a moment by the roar of the dragon.

The old man playing the guqin suddenly turned pale, and his fingers on the strings trembled violently. With several snaps, the strings suddenly broke. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the guqin on his knees was instantly dyed red.

What kind of thing is it? It roars so powerfully!

At this moment, a sword came through the rain and came to Chen Changsheng.

His sword intent is extremely arrogant and domineering.

"Dragon chanting sword!" Liu Waner exclaimed.

Chen Changsheng took out the Dragon Sword from the rain and slashed at Teng Xiaoming.

The mausoleum suddenly became bright, as if a virtual dragon spewed out from the sword body, hitting Teng Xiaoming hard on the chest and abdomen. There was only a terrifying muffled sound, and Teng Xiaoming was sent flying hundreds of feet away to the bottom of the Shinto. The sternum was cracked in countless places.

Nan Ke was close, and the real blood was burning violently in her eyes.

Chen Changsheng looked into her eyes, suddenly let go of the hilt of the Dragon Sword, and stretched it into the rainy sky again.

Another extremely bright sword flew from afar and fell into his hand.

He held the sword forward, and the sword surface was like water washing, and he directly cut Nan Ke back.

Another exclamation sounded from the Shinto: "Qiu Shui Sword!"

This is not the end.

This is just the beginning.

The sound of swords piercing the rainy sky kept ringing.

Shocked sounds continued to sound.

"Bihu Sword!"

"Zhangba Divine Sword!"

"How is this possible! This is... the Demon Commander's flag sword!"

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(Next chapter before nine o'clock.)