Fighter of the Destiny

Going back more than a thousand years from today to the disappearance of the Zhou Dynasty on the mainland hundreds of years ago, countless strong men were defeated by the Zhou Dynasty in the past few hundred years, and countless famous swords were broken under the sword, and they were buried in the grassland of Zhou Garden. among. This grassland is the Sword Pool, or the Sword Sea. One of the proudest and most powerful swords, after a long period of preparation, began to try to leave the grassland and see the light of day again. It broke through the restrictions from the edge of the grassland, quickly sneaked into the small lake beside the grassland, and went straight into the cliff on the other side. The world is like a fish swimming in a big lake, then looping back from the bottom of the lake to the cold pool at the source of the stream. By relying on the complex structure of the Zhouyuan world, it evades the rules and finally succeeds.

Unfortunately, this sword was not fully effective. When leaving the grassland, in order to resist the restrictions set by Zhou Du|fu, Jianli stayed in the grassland, fighting against the aura emanating from those stone pillars. Only the sword When I came to the forest beside the stream, it was gradually covered with fallen leaves.

The sword and the mind were forced to separate.

One day, a disciple named Su Li came to the Zhou Garden. He walked into the silent forest, stepped through the rotten leaves, picked up the rusty sword body, and then Take it away from Zhouyuan. That sword intent was still trapped in the grassland, waiting silently and alone. Hundreds of years later, a student from the Chinese Academy of Education named Chen Changsheng came to Zhou Garden, holding a yellow paper umbrella in his hand. The sword and the mind finally met, and the Wan Jian Lingkong was born.

These histories, full of unyielding and resistance, belong to that sword and these ten thousand swords. Chen Changsheng cannot understand how to look back in time, so naturally he cannot understand these details, but he holds the yellow paper umbrella and stands among the ten thousand broken swords. He had a deeper understanding of the emotions coming from the sword intent.

These swords want to leave Zhou Garden and want nothing else.

Then, let's leave together.

Just like what he said to this sword intention before, and what he said to Xu Yourong, now he also made a promise to the countless swords around the mausoleum.

The surroundings of the mausoleum were dim, the red and warm light became colder, and the smell of earth and rust was everywhere. More than ten thousand broken and old swords, at the moment they were born, burst out the hatred and power accumulated for hundreds of years. At least one third of the monsters were killed, and the black beast tide was temporarily suppressed.

But the beast tide was only temporarily quiet. It was impossible for Wan Dao Broken Sword to continue to release such powerful sword intent. As time passed, the beast tide surged again, howling angrily at the Broken Swords in the sky. I don’t know. Is it because there was blood everywhere on the grassland that those howls seemed even more terrifying and bloody?

The sword pool finally appeared, and thousands of swords flew into the sky.

Looking at this scene, both the old man playing the piano and the maid looked pale and almost desperate. Even the powerful Demon General couple's expressions became extremely solemn, and some ominous signs could even be seen in their eyes. Nan Ke There was no fear on his little face, and he was just silent for a while.

Across countless swords, she looked at Chen Changsheng in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. Her voice was as cold and tough as thousand-year-old ice: "Do you think this can change the ending of this story?"

She said something similar to Chen Changsheng after the Mountain and Sea Sword broke through the air. At that time, Chen Changsheng did not answer, but just pointed at her from afar with the heavy iron sword. Now he also did not answer. Following his gaze, the mausoleum Hundreds of swords directly in front of her slowly turned and were aimed at her.

Actions are always more powerful than words and can be used to persuade or kill.

Looking at this scene, Nan Ke raised the corners of his lips slightly, looked at the swords and said contemptuously: "How can a group of defeated swords be brave?"

These swords were once famous on the mainland, and their owners were all real strong men. However, they were all defeated by the two-broken sword in the end, and were then buried in this grassland by Zhou Du|fu. Under the endless sunshine, it has been suffering for hundreds of years, broken or damaged, and covered with rust.

Nan Ke believed that he was the heir to this piece of Zhou Garden, how could he allow these swords to leave?

She raised the piece of black soul wood in her hand and looked expressionlessly at the broken swords in the air around the tomb.

Following her movements, the black soul wood suddenly glowed again, but it was more pure than before, as if it was like a night pearl thousands of times brighter. At the same time, her indifferent voice sounded again: "Failure is defeat. You lost hundreds of years ago, and you will fail hundreds of years later."

As soon as she finished speaking, her feet left the Shinto and slowly floated towards the sky.

As the residual rain fell, her dress was light and her black hair was fluttering. The childish look between her eyebrows gradually faded away, leaving only a demonic chill. A powerful aura emanated from her petite body to the surroundings. Dozens of black air currents, like ribbons, were swirling around her body.

Chen Changsheng has never looked down upon this powerful or even terrifying demon princess, not to mention that she is the only disciple of the black robe. She is obviously closely related to Zhou Yuan. Who knows what other methods she has hidden? Listening to her disdainful and confident words, he knew that he could not let the situation develop like this. With a slight movement of his consciousness, a sword came out of the wind.

The heavy Shan Hai Sword brought a hurricane and slashed towards Nan Ke who was above the Shinto.

Teng Xiaoming, Liu Waner and his wife were already prepared, and they suddenly jumped up and blocked the sword with their strong cultivation.

The Shanhai Sword is very wide, with a delicate sword hidden behind it.

At the moment of life and death, Chen Changsheng also learned to use this cold method. The delicate Yue Nv Sword, covered by the hurricane force held by the Mountain and Sea Sword, quietly broke through the obstruction of the Demon General couple, came to Nan Ke's body, and stabbed her with a soft sneer. Ajna.

At this time, Nan Ke had closed his eyes, his slightly widened eyebrows were all white, without any emotion, and he did not see the sword coming.

The broken strings floated up silently. The old man playing the piano, who seemed to be heartbroken, shouted, stepped on the floating strings, took a few steps in the air, stopped in front of Nan Ke, and used his body to Blocked the sword show. With a pop, the sword pierced the throat of the old man playing the piano, and blood spattered out!

In the hurricane, the iron sword as heavy as a mountain suppressed the Demon General couple. The body of the old man playing the piano was falling to the ground. Although he blocked the Yue Nv Sword for a moment, Nanke had not woken up yet. How could Chen Changsheng miss this? Taking this opportunity, he reached out and took out the broken Demon Commander's flag sword from the air, and slashed towards Nan Ke from a distance of hundreds of feet!

There was a sudden sound of wind blowing in the sky above Shinto where there was a slight residual rain, as if there were invisible flags waving.

The battle flag fluttered, and the sword moved forward bravely. The front half of the Demon Commander's flag sword was broken, with a cold sword light.

Chen Changsheng didn't know how to use the flag sword, but he wanted to try to see if he could use the demon's sword skills to break the demon princess's defense. It was a pity that he didn't have the chance to see the result of this sword, because a warning sign suddenly appeared in his sea of ​​​​consciousness, asking him to forcefully withdraw the Demon Commander's flag sword that was about to be used, and place it in front of his eyebrows.

A clang!

Only half of the Demon Commander's flag sword was left vibrating violently in the air outside the edge of the stone platform, making a somewhat unwilling sound.

Chen Changsheng felt a sharp pain in his wrist. If it weren't for his amazing will, he might have slipped away from the Demon Commander's Flag Sword.

Where did the arrow come from?

Looking around the main entrance of the mausoleum, he did not see any arrow branches, only a hair falling slowly from the Shinto.

Could it be that what hit the Demon Commander's flag sword earlier was not an arrow, but just a hair?

He looked toward the grassland below the mausoleum.

In the center of the black ocean formed by the beast tide, a mountain-like figure of a monster slowly appeared.

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(Chapter 1 will be written more slowly today. Anyway, I finished writing 8,000 words before going to bed.)