Fighter of the Destiny

The shadow of the golden-winged roc came to the sky hundreds of miles in front of the mausoleum. The edges of its wings were filled with golden light, but it brought darkness to the mausoleum. Looking in the darkness, its eyes were like two balls. Burning divine fire. Nanke's black hair was fluttering, and her petite body hung quietly between the two divine fires. She was extremely small in comparison, but it gave people the feeling that an inseparable connection had been formed between her and the golden-winged roc. , in other words, she is now the soul of the Golden-winged Dapeng.

As the golden light shone, an unimaginable terrifying pressure fell on the grassland, followed by a hurricane. Even the most violent wind in the South China Sea could not have so many, and the broken grass clippings danced wildly. Uneasy, the sewage on the ground was shattered by the shock, and no monster could stand firm anymore. They fell to the ground one after another. The thousands of broken swords in the air around the mausoleum were blown up and down, just like the sound of crying. Countless ships may be swallowed by shocking waves at any time.

With a cold and extremely arrogant cry, the golden-winged roc flapped its wings and accelerated towards the mausoleum. It felt like the sky was about to press against the mausoleum. The golden light on the edges of the wings scattered and then reunited, as if The jumping flames seemed to come to life, and the entire grassland began to burn, and both blood and water began to produce blazing flames.

On the burning grassland is a black ocean composed of countless monsters. This black ocean is also burning, turning into a sea of ​​fire. Whether it is a high-level monster or a field mouse native to the grassland, they all stand in the sea of ​​fire with awe and fear. Qing Qing looked at the pair of wings that spanned hundreds of miles in the sky and let out an almost crazy roar.

As the golden-winged roc approached, the burning grassland became brighter, but the mausoleum in the middle of the grassland became darker. Ten thousand broken swords desperately resisted the strong wind brought by the two giant wings, and flew to Directly in front of the mausoleum.

Thousands of densely packed broken swords formed a semicircular sword formation in front of the mausoleum. Chen Changsheng stood in the middle of the grand sword formation. He looked extremely small in comparison, but he was the soul of this sword formation. He still held the yellow paper umbrella in his left hand, and did not withdraw the sword intention from Wan Dao's broken swords, because he knew very well that many of those broken swords were almost incapacitated after experiencing the tragic battle with the beast tide. Support, if he withdraws the Lishan Sword Intention at this time, then those swords will be destroyed without the Golden Winged Dapeng doing anything.

All he can use now is the sword intention of the Dragon Song Sword, but hundreds of years have passed. Is the sword intention of this sword still powerful enough? Looking at the golden-winged roc getting closer and closer, he silently felt the pride and kindness in the Dragon Sword. Yes, it was a kind of pride that made him very familiar and even affectionate, as if this was what he should have innately.

This kind of inexplicable kindness made his heart shake violently, just like every time Zhexiu fell ill, the beating speed of his heart more than doubled in an instant, and the speed of the true energy flowing through the meridians became even faster. Countless times, his hand holding the sword hilt kept trembling, and the trembling became more and more severe, so that his whole body trembled.

Even the snowfield inside his body trembled.

The thick snow that this snowfield once carried was the result of hundreds of nights of hard work since he was destined to star in the National Education Academy. It was the most pure star glow, which he had experienced during the imperial examination and dozens of days of battle. It burned out several times, and now there is only a shallow layer left.

The light snow was easy to loose. With the vibration coming from outside the body, the snow flakes shook away from the field and were thrown into the air. When they met the light refracted by the spherical lake, they began to burn violently with a bang. The starlight snowflakes instantly burned into clear water, then turned into water mist, turning into the purest true essence, filling his body, and then flowing forward along the meridians that were dry or even broken like a mountain cliff, and kept moving forward... ...For Chen Changsheng, this was an extremely painful process, but he did not let out a muffled groan. He just stared at the golden-winged roc getting closer and closer to the mausoleum, and continued to persevere, letting the vibrations continue to burn the snowfield, and the true essence Continue to invade the body.

At a certain moment, the true essence finally came to his wrist. The vibration from his heart met the vibration at the hilt of the sword, and then merged into one, turning into an indescribable fighting spirit!

The Dragon Song Sword is now broken, and its sword power is not as good as before, but its fighting spirit is still there!

With this proud and stubborn sword intention, Chen Changsheng held the Dragon Sword in his hand and stabbed towards the golden-winged roc in the sky!

A clear and distant dragon roar, whose meaning is difficult to understand, sounded on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum!

An extremely magnificent and bright sword light, carrying an almost real dragon's breath, broke through a distance of dozens of miles, came to the sky, and slashed between the two eyes of the golden-winged roc!

Nanke is there...

Compared with the sword light of this dragon chanting sword, she was so small, just a small black dot. But her expression remained unchanged, and she stretched out a finger toward the extremely bright sword light.

Through the connection between the soul wood, she and the golden-winged roc have become one. She is the golden-winged roc, possessing power and spiritual heights that are close to the sacred realm.

She only needed one finger to block the sword light of the Dragon Sword.

Looking from the grassland and the mausoleum, a very strange black air mass appeared between the eyes of the golden-winged roc.

The air mass at Nanke's fingertips was the result of the conflict between two great forces.

The next moment, the black air mass disappeared instantly, and many small cracks appeared vaguely in the air, which meant that the real space was showing signs of disintegration. At the same time, a huge sound sounded over the grassland, like a thunder.

The strong wind instantly came from high altitude to the ground, and then reached thousands of miles away. All the stubborn green grass among the cliffs of the mausoleum was pulled up into the sky and blown to an unknown place. Even the moss attached to the rocks at the bottom was peeled off, and even the stone skin on the surface of the cliffs was a little crispy. The burning black ocean in the grassland produced a huge tide. Under the golden-winged roc's divine fire-like eyes, at least hundreds of low-level monsters were directly shaken to death. In the sword array in front of the mausoleum, dozens of swords were teetering on the edge.

Chen Changsheng did not hear the thunder in the sky, did not pay attention to these scenes, and stared at the Dragon Sword in his hand, because at the previous moment, a very slight sound sounded from the Dragon Sword.

That was the sound of breaking.

The Long Yin Sword broke, and the upper half of the sword fell into the water in front of him, making a soft snap.

This soft sound sounded like thunder in Chen Changsheng's ears.

A bolt of thunder exploded on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, boom!

In the strong wind, Chen Changsheng's body swept back dozens of feet and fell heavily on the stone door, causing smoke and dust to rise slightly.

His face was pale and blood rushed to his throat, but he swallowed it back. He felt like all his bones were broken, but stood up again. Because although the Dragon chanting sword has been broken, the fighting spirit is still there. only……

Even if the fighting spirit is so violent, even if there are thousands of swords to help, is it still no match for the golden-winged roc?

Chen Changsheng looked at the broken sword and noticed that the fracture was neat and smooth, but it didn't look like a new one. Then he remembered that when he held the Dragon Song Sword earlier, he could vaguely see the blade of the Dragon Song Sword. There was already a looming line.

Only now did he realize that the line was the knife mark.

Countless years ago, Chen Xuanba brought this sword to Zhou Garden and was defeated by Zhou Du|fu's sword. Although he died, he refused to fall. The sword was obviously broken, but he stubbornly persisted. Don't let your opponent see it. Until countless years later, this proud sword faced an equally powerful opponent again and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He held the broken sword, silently and slowly, walking back to the edge of the stone platform again, looking into the dark sky.

That golden-winged roc needs to be merged with Nanke for some reason, but it has already proven itself to be powerful.

Nanke has disappeared and has truly become one with Dapeng. The two divine fires were still holy but violent, looking coldly at the tiny figure in the middle of the mausoleum, getting closer and closer.

The sky and the earth changed color, the clouds rolled, and thousands of lightnings kept lighting up over the tomb like snakes.

The Dragon Song Sword has been broken, which sword should he use again? Shanhaijian or Zhaijian? Or are you talking about all the swords coming out?

At this moment, he suddenly felt a stream of heat appear at the tiger's mouth on his right hand.

He has not yet put down the Dragon Yin Sword. This heat comes from half of the Dragon Yin Sword. This is the sword intention of the Dragon Yin Sword - this proud sword intention left the Dragon Yin Sword with reluctance. The body, just for a moment, was only half of the body but was still proud and stubborn. The extremely bright dragon chanting sword became dim, as if dead.

The sword intent entered Chen Changsheng's body, and then entered the dagger at his waist.

Although his sword intention has been perfected, due to the limitations of his realm cultivation, his sword intention has never been perfected. Therefore, he can only use the yellow paper umbrella to borrow the Mountain-Living Sword Intention to control the beast tide with ten thousand swords. It is precisely for this reason that his sword intention and the dagger have never been truly integrated. Or, to put it another way, this seemingly ordinary dagger thinks that his sword intention is not worthy of him.

Until then, the sword intent of the Dragon Sword came.

The dagger was still in its sheath, but it began to buzz slightly.

Chen Changsheng understood the meaning of Dragon Song Sword, this is inheritance.

He was a little sentimental.

Dragon Yin Sword passed the sword intention to the dagger, and then died, but the dagger came back to life.

Now he can only hope that the Dragon Song Sword can continue his life in this way, or be proud of it.

Well, he needs to win.

He gently placed half of the Dragon Sword on the ground, stood up, took hold of the hilt of the dagger and drew it out.

As he moved, a sun appeared in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.

The sun rises along the sheath of the dagger, illuminating the dark tomb and grassland.

It was countless golden rays of light.

It was an extremely bright sword.

An incomparably powerful aura followed, shocking all the lives around the tomb.

All was quiet.

The sword intent of the Dragon Sword and the dagger were perfectly integrated, just like the feeling when Chen Changsheng held the sword before, as if they were born to be together, but this was not enough.

The soul of this sword has not yet awakened.

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(In the original idea, I should finish writing this paragraph directly, but as I said yesterday, there are a lot of things going on at home recently, and I don’t know why it’s so cold today. I suspect I have a cold, so please wait one more day. Tomorrow Decide the outcome, feel good, and then leave.)