Fighter of the Destiny

A golden dragon appeared in the night sky. A dragon roar broke through the night sky. A dragon's breath crushed the entire grassland.

Countless demonic beasts were on the ground, trembling and daring not to move, even the most powerful and proud Haoshan beast. Any demonic beast that tried to raise its head to look was reduced to a bloody mess in the next moment. As for those dragon snakes who managed to survive the battle, their whole bodies were twitching with fear, as if they would cut themselves into pieces and commit suicide at any time as a sign of piety.

Because this is a dragon, a higher-level and truly supreme existence than the Golden-winged Dapeng, almost a god.

The divine fire in the golden-winged roc's eyes was still violent but strangely still. It looked at the giant golden dragon that flew up from the tomb, bursting with strong fighting spirit. It was born from the light, how could it be afraid of the dazzling light? Its life was used to challenge the authority of the dragon and phoenix, so how could it be afraid? The pressure emanating from that golden dragon, and... becoming a dragon with ten thousand swords, could it be a real dragon?

A violent roar resounded through the sky, and the golden-winged roc roared through the air towards the mausoleum. The entire grassland sky was shaken and deformed. As it stretched out its claws, the grassland ground for dozens of miles seemed to be shaken. It caught it! It will use its claws that tear the world apart to directly pierce the head of this golden dragon!

The golden dragon formed from ten thousand swords rose from the sky, its eyes indifferent, arrogant and cold. The dragon's beard fluttered, whipping all the lightning high in the sky into pieces. It carried supreme pressure and light, but magically, its dragon breath also carried a deep chill. In just an instant, heavy snow fell in the sky around the mausoleum!

At that moment, the divine fire in the golden-winged roc's eyes suddenly started to waver, because of the extreme cold coming from the dragon's breath, and because it suddenly discovered a shocking fact - this dragon composed of ten thousand swords was actually a real dragon. Dragon, what’s even more terrifying is that this sword dragon actually carries two kinds of dragon power! The golden dragon and the mysterious frost dragon! The two most powerful, noble, sacred, and at the same time the most irreconcilable dragons in the dragon clan have been perfectly unified in this sword dragon!

At this moment, this dragon composed of ten thousand swords was actually more powerful than the golden dragon and the mysterious frost dragon!

The golden dragon and the golden-winged roc met in the sky and met in the blizzard!

An angry and unwilling cry and a roar with some pain resounded in the sky!

The right claw of the golden-winged roc shattered instantly, and the huge shadow cast in the sky was torn open by the giant dragon transformed by ten thousand swords!

The golden dragon was also torn open by Dapeng's claws with an extremely terrifying wound!

Thousands of rays of light shook uneasily, and the blood of the golden-winged roc flowed wildly. It turned into golden jade paste and fell to the grassland ground and burned violently, burning thousands of monsters to death. Then it turned into a hurricane, wreaking havoc everywhere and kicking up countless mud.

Blizzard and flowing fire danced wildly between the sky and the earth, intertwining.

Gold roared and continued to rush towards the golden-winged roc. The dragon's mouth opened wide, as if it wanted to swallow the whole world into its belly!

There was a loud bang!

There was a golden light in the sky, and the night suddenly disappeared.

The grassland ground in front of the mausoleum sank down one layer at a time, dozens of miles in diameter and ten feet deep.

Countless monsters died in it.

The grass and rocks are all broken.

Even the highest cliff of the mausoleum collapsed and rolled into the grassland with a thunderous sound. There was the sound of tearing airflow everywhere, the creaking sound of space struggling to support itself, the sound of violent divine power clashing everywhere, the miserable howling of monster beasts everywhere, until finally a violent dragon roar sounded!

The roar of the dragon was so clear and distant, as if it came from ancient times, but also seemed to be a new life, extremely proud and domineering!

Ten thousand swords become a dragon, swallow up the heaven and earth, and eat the golden-winged roc!

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I don’t know how long it took, but the blizzard gradually cleared up, the snowflakes fell slowly, the violent and chaotic sounds gradually disappeared, and the grassland finally returned to some tranquility. The tens of thousands of monster beasts that managed to survive looked up with fear and uneasiness, and saw that the sky was clear and clear. Although there was snow falling, there were no snow clouds, and the shadow that had covered the sky for a long time was gone.

A small black dot fell from the sky like a fallen leaf. After a long time, the black spot fell to the ground and made a soft snap. Compared with the violent movement during the previous battle, it was extremely difficult to detect.

It was Nanke who fell from the sky to the ground. She fell heavily to the ground and spurted out a lot of blood. The place where she fell was in front of the mausoleum, at the beginning of the Shinto.

Chen Changsheng looked at her, not deliberately, but naturally condescending.

He knew that after defeating the golden-winged roc, Wan Jian was broken and exhausted, but some things always needed to be completed.

He raised his arm, pointed at Nanke at the bottom of the Shinto, and silently said "Go" in his heart.

The sky above the mausoleum suddenly became bright again. Under the leadership of the dagger, Wan Jian turned down and stabbed Nan Ke.

It was still a dragon, but the color was lighter than the previous moment.

The Demon General and his wife stood in front of Nan Ke, looked at each other, and saw the determination and apology in each other's eyes. In fact, when Jianchi appeared and Wanjian volleyed around Chen Changsheng, they had looked at each other. At that time, there were only regrets and determination in their eyes. At that moment they vaguely knew that the military strategist's plan for Zhou Garden had completely failed. No matter how well the military strategist calculated, no matter how powerful His Highness Nanke was or what methods he hid, there was no way to deal with the endless adventures of this human boy.

It's not a crime of war, it's fate.

They felt that Chen Changsheng's life was too good.

There was determination in their eyes when they looked at each other, because at this moment, they had to break through. Only by recovering to their true strength can they find a chance. However, in Zhou Garden, once they recover, it means death.

Ten thousand swords are like dragons, coming from the sky to the ground.

They stood in front of Nan Ke, their auras increased sharply, and instantly became extremely terrifying, like a real mountain peak.

This is the strength of Juxing Peak, although in Xue Lao City, they don't call it this.

Black armor covered their bodies. From this moment on, they were no longer an ordinary middle-aged couple. They were no longer Teng Xiaoming and Liu Waner, but the Twenty-three and Twenty-four Demon Generals.

Ten Thousand Swords have arrived and are attacking Nanke.

The Demon General and his wife stood in front of Nanke.

The dragon head spurts out dragon breath, bringing endless light.

In this light, nothing can be seen or pictures can be heard, only sounds can be heard.

There were countless dense squeaking sounds, which were the sounds of swords and armor, iron rods, and iron pots rubbing and cutting.

The so-called dragon's breath refers to the sharp edge of the sword.

I don't know how long it took, but the golden dragon let out a long roar of unknown meaning, completed the attack, turned around and headed towards the mausoleum.

Teng Xiaoming and Liu Waner stood in front of Nanke, looking at each other quietly.

The black armor on their bodies was in ruins, and their bodies as tough as stone were covered with sword marks.

Teng Xiaoxiao looked at her and said calmly: "Sorry, I can't accompany you back to your hometown to farm and watch the sunset."

Liu Waner said: "It's me who should be sorry. If I hadn't had to go back to my hometown, we should still be on the front line at this time, instead of being killed by a dragon inexplicably like now."

Teng Xiaoming said nothing.

Liu Waner said: "The sunset in my hometown is much prettier than the sun here, but I always get tired of it after watching it for a long time."

Teng Xiaoming said: "Yes, the previous scene of ten thousand swords transforming into dragons was very nice."

As he spoke, several thunderbolts descended from the sky.

In order to block Nanke's violent blow from Wan Jiancheng Long, the Demon General couple simultaneously raised their realm to the peak of gathering stars. The rules in Zhou Garden were induced and they naturally began to attack. They didn't escape because they were already dead. In order to stop Wan Jian Chenglong, they used the method of disintegration and were destined to die.

The thunder kept crashing down, which seemed a little stupid.

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Wan Jian returned to the mausoleum. In the light, Chen Changsheng reached out and held the dagger.

But Wan Jian did not disperse, but continued to surge towards him, as if to kill him.

Countless sword roars came out, one after another.

He closed his eyes subconsciously.

After a while, the sword whistle disappeared and there was silence.

He opened his eyes and Wan Jian was gone.

Only the short sword was still in his hand.

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(Thank you all for not scolding me for suppressing the urge and anger to read the following plot two days ago. Regular readers know that when I write the climax, I always finish it in one go. I am more anxious than the readers to get that scene out. , it’s just that it’s not as good as it was back then. Oil, salt, tea, rice, sauce, vinegar tea, especially as the New Year is approaching, I have to make a lot of preparations. I’m a middle-aged man, so I can’t help it. At this point, the first wave of Zhouyuan’s climax is over, and the second wave will start tomorrow. The climax, one wave after another, is my self-requirement when I conceived this paragraph last year. I like many scenes in this battle. There are not many new ideas, but they are really magnificent. For example, the scene of the return of thousands of swords at the end, before Someone must have written it, but I still thought it was cool when I wrote it. I just wanted it to be returned to Jing in the end. As for the part about the Demon General and his wife, it was actually a bit out of the blue, but I thought about it for a long time and was reluctant to delete it, because in the beginning When I was writing, I planned to put some ink on the two of them, to admire life. Even if they like to eat human flesh, it is still their life. I would like to say a few more words, with some emotion. Nowadays, it is more and more popular to write characters in long novels. It’s difficult. Of course, in the final analysis, it’s still a matter of your own level. Tomorrow is Monday. Please vote for the recommendation. The other is the free Golden Keyboard works. Please vote for it. Thank you.)