Fighter of the Destiny

Swords kept flying from all over the grassland, and then came to the rainy sky in front of the mausoleum.

More than ten swords hovered around Chen Changsheng.

Countless breaths came, shocking the world, but whether it was Teng Xiaoming's domineering magic power or Nanke's burning true blood, he only needed to reach out and take out a sword from the rain to break it with his wave.

Ning Cui and Hua Qiu looked at this scene, their faces turned pale, their legs felt a little weak and they almost couldn't stand.

Some of those swords are long, some are short, some are wide, some are thin, some are domineering, some are low-key, some exude holy light, some overflow with demonic breath, but they all have the same characteristic, these swords... …are all famous.

Mountain and Sea Sword, Saintess Sword, Yue Nu Sword, Qiushui Sword, Bihu Sword, Zhangba Shenjian, Demon Commander Flag Sword, Dragon Song Sword... After hundreds of years, these long-lost peerless swords have finally been reunited. Appear before the eyes of the world.

Now, these swords rest quietly in the rain.

Chen Changsheng stood in the rain with his sword.

After all, time is still the most powerful magic weapon. The famous swords of the past have been broken. The best preserved one is Nanxi Zhai's Zhaijian, followed by Shanhaijian. The rest of the swords are more or less incomplete, and some have... When the soil in the grassland was gradually washed away by the rain, the rust marks inside were exposed. It had long lost its original style, which made people feel sad when they saw it.

But in the heavy rain, these swords still exuded an aura of indifference and pride.

Nan Ke couldn't understand or accept why these once extremely proud and famous swords would obey Chen Changsheng's will. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't find the answer.

Chen Changsheng himself didn't know. He only knew that these once famous swords wanted to leave Zhou Garden. However, over the past hundreds of years, there have been many demon and human practitioners entering this grassland where the sun never sets. Why did these swords choose him? ?

The most critical reason is the sword intent in the yellow paper umbrella now.

That sword intention separated from the sword body hundreds of years ago. From that day on, it became the only free soul in the sword pool. It represented those famous swords that could not leave the sword pool and continued to release their breath outside the grassland.

Chen Changsheng was holding a yellow paper umbrella, so he could clearly feel the sword intent.

When he let the sword intention enter the yellow paper umbrella, it meant the return of an old friend who had left the sword pool. He proved his identity to those proud famous swords. But this is not enough. These famous swords have been gathering dust for many years, and their ambitions have gradually faded away. If they are not sure enough to leave, they would rather continue to sleep at the bottom of the sword pond, at least to survive for a few more years, otherwise they will rise up and exert their final sword spirit. If this fight fails, it is very likely that the sword will be broken and the mind will die.

Chen Changsheng must prove to these swords that he is persistent enough and capable enough to lead them out of Zhou Garden.

The former is not a problem. He is a young boy in his youth, and his clean eyebrows are full of persistence and desire for life and freedom. The latter was originally a huge problem. However, when the black dragon's departed soul entered his body and began to sleep, It won't be a problem.

The piece of jade Ruyi attached to the black dragon's soul was now tied to his wrist, being washed by the rain and becoming brighter and brighter.

This piece of jade Ruyi is the portable magic weapon of Queen Tianhai, carrying her powerful aura.

Chen Changsheng's persistence and amiability coupled with this powerful aura spread throughout the grassland through the sword intention and the yellow paper umbrella. Although those peerless swords were broken, their sword spirit still existed. Their masters had seen countless powerful men and had great experience and knowledge. However, when they sensed the powerful aura exuding from that piece of jade, they were also shocked. . Even if Zhou Du|husband is still alive, the owner of that powerful aura may take them away from Zhou Garden, let alone now?

So they came to Chen Changsheng wearing cloaks and rain.

But where are these swords usually? Where exactly is Jianchi?

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The rain washed away those old famous swords and also washed away Nanke's little face.

Her face is getting whiter and whiter, just like the sword. The flame in her eyes is gradually extinguished, but there is still no fear - shock and anger are her respect for the history represented by these swords. Her disdain for Chen Changsheng and the contrast between the two made her feel disappointed and gave rise to an intense emotional reaction, which did not mean anything else.

Looking at the dozen famous swords hanging in the air around Chen Changsheng's body, she remained silent for a moment and said, "You were just defeated generals before the two broken swords back then. Do you want to rebel today?"

The swords could not understand her words and continued to remain silent in the rain. The cold rain dripped down the miserable fracture of the Demon Commander's Flag Sword and fell from the flat section of the front end of the Shanhai Sword, without answering her.

Nan Ke raised the soul wood in his hand. The black soul wood appeared darker and heavier after being wetted by the rain.

The beast tide around the mausoleum was already in a commotion, and now it became even more violent with her action. Countless screams of monster beasts roared, leaving the grassland ground and blasting towards where the rain fell!

She didn't want to do this, but Chen Changsheng and these swords forced her to do so. At this point, she could no longer care so much, even if Zhou Ling would be desecrated and defiled by thousands of low-level monsters.

The soul tree suddenly shined brightly.

The Black Sea of ​​Beasts stirred up countless giant waves with countless terrifying roars. The grasslands began to tremble, and even the tombs began to shake. Countless monsters began to attack!

Nan Ke looked at him and shouted: "Chen Changsheng, do you think you can survive with these old and broken swords?"

Chen Changsheng looked at the endless sea of ​​monsters surrounding the mausoleum and remained silent.

Not far behind him, Xu Yourong was leaning against the main entrance of the mausoleum, holding a Wu bow and wrapped in linen, with his eyes closed, not knowing when he would wake up again.

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