Fighter of the Destiny

A giant umbrella made of swords covered the sky in Zhou Garden, blocked the falling fire from the sky, and supported the space fragments that were about to fall. The falling sky fragments should have no weight, but attached On the invisible umbrella surface, there is a seemingly infinite weight. There was only a soft popping sound, and Chen Changsheng's feet sank deeply into the hard rock. Countless fine cracks appeared on the edges, and his pants instantly turned into countless crumbs.

The next moment, his body trembled violently. The unimaginable weight and pressure from the sky were directly transmitted to his body through Wanjian. Every bone in his body seemed to be creaking and might break at any time.

The terrifying cracking sound continued, and his feet continued to break through the hard rock. He could no longer support it. His left knee softened and he knelt down. His knee fell heavily on the rock, smashing out countless gravel and smoke. .

Only a thunderous rumble could be heard below, and smoke and dust rose up, gradually covering the nearby grassland and the white grass road that had long lost its original appearance. The entire mausoleum began to shake, and then unexpectedly It sank several feet in a very short period of time!

This is the weight of the sky.

Chen Changsheng knelt on one knee on the top of the mausoleum. Under the sky, his face became paler and his expression became more and more painful. His body that had been bathed in the blood of a true dragon could be said to be as strong as steel. Even Nan Ke's peacock feathers were There was no way to break through his external defense, but under this pure and terrifying weight, his body, even if it was made of real steel, seemed to be crushed into pieces.

Fortunately, it was not the real sky after all, but fragments of the sky torn off by the energy storm. Although it was extremely painful and his soul was almost shattered by being crushed directly, he still managed to hold on, and his body gradually stopped shaking.

The eleven stone pillars around the mausoleum have truly calmed down, and there is a faint aura flowing between the black stone tablets. If it weren't for the black stone left by Wang Zhice, neither he nor Xu Yourong, nor the human practitioners and monsters in Zhou Garden would be like they are now, at least they still have a glimmer of hope.

He knelt at the highest point of the mausoleum, holding a yellow paper umbrella in his left hand and holding a short sword inserted into the rock in his right hand. He raised his head with great difficulty and looked into the distance, hoping that the hope of life had arrived.

The cracked sky was already gloomy, and now it was covered by countless sword shadows. The world of Zhou Garden was even darker. The collapse of heaven and earth temporarily stopped. The hurricane on the grassland was still dancing wildly. It could be seen that many monsters had already rushed there. On the edge of the grassland, you can also see the faint smell of the burning gardens in the distance leaving at high speed. Has someone left?

Then, his gaze fell into the distance through the wildly dancing wind and sand, and he could vaguely see that the roc holding the girl had flown out of the grassland and disappeared into the mountains on the horizon.

You have to live, you have to live well.

He thought silently in his heart.

The door to Zhouyuan may have been opened, and the people participating in this trial are leaving, and those monsters may also escape, but he cannot leave. Once he collects Wan Jian, the sky will fall directly, and the monsters may escape. Together with Zhou Yuan, he was crushed into blue smoke.

The hurricane was still raging on the grassland. His knees were dug deep into the rock at the highest point of the mausoleum, and he lowered his head tiredly, feeling that his situation was like that of the famous tragic hero in the mythology of the state religion.

On the steep mountain road, the hero who used all his strength to hold up the rolling boulder would have been crushed to death by the boulder if he had relaxed even a little bit. He could only spend his life endlessly fighting against the boulder night after night. In the process of confrontation.

Chen Changsheng never thought that he would be in such a desperate situation. He doesn't want to be a tragic hero, and he has no idea of ​​sacrificing his life for righteousness. He is not that great. It’s just that he wants to live, and he also wants many people to live.

For example, people he knows and cares about.

Zhexiu, if you are still alive, then stay alive, Qijian, you should be alive too, and that Xiuling girl who has the same surname as you and a beautiful name who just disappeared in the mountains... When I first met the girl, you Live well.

As for what he should do next? He just told Xu Yourong that he would figure it out. The word "fine" actually meant that he didn't know what to do, but he also really wanted to see if the changes he was waiting for would happen.

The famous tragic hero in the mythology of the state religion finally spent his time and life fighting against that rock until he turned into a stone sculpture in despair, because no one helped him during those long years. The reason why no one is willing to help him is because he was once very proud and never wanted to help those humble people.

Although Chen Changsheng often leaves people speechless, no one would think that he is proud. Confidence and pride are never synonymous, and he has always been willing to help others, such as the human practitioners who are fleeing outside Zhou Garden at this time. .

Those who have gained the Tao will be helped more often.

Big figures in the state religion like Bishop Melisha and strong men like Zhu Luo under the moon are all outside the gate of Zhouyuan. As long as he persists for a while, these people will definitely come to save him.

This is what Chen Changsheng thought.

But, how long will it last? How much longer are you going to hold on?

The terrifying weight of the sky caused pain everywhere in his body. As time passed, the umbrella he held in his right hand became heavier and heavier, until his arm gradually lost feeling, as if it was useless.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the black dragon’s voice sounded from the dagger inserted in the stone at the top of the tomb: “Are you... okay?”

Chen Changsheng lowered his head and asked, "Are you okay?"

He was more concerned about how it was doing now. In order to fight against the golden-winged roc, the black dragon's departed soul woke up from the lake outside You Mansion, and then entered the dagger. There was no time for any communication after that.

Black Dragon was silent for a while and said, "It's okay."

Chen Changsheng said: "I'm okay, I can... hold on for a while."

The black dragon said: "I understand, this is the so-called pun in your human language, but you know, compared to dragon language, this kind of skill or complexity is really pitiful and outrageous."

Chen Changsheng said tiredly, "Can you say something else?"

Black Dragon said: "Well, there's something you don't seem to know yet. I'm wondering whether to tell you..."

Chen Changsheng said: "It doesn't matter."

Black Dragon's voice became a little cautious: "You... won't die, right?"

"No." Chen Changsheng answered directly without thinking.

Black Dragon was silent for a long time and said, "It seems that you are really going to die."

Chen Changsheng was a little helpless and said, "Why do you say that? I said I won't die."

Black Dragon said: "Your answer just now was too quick... and you didn't care."

Chen Changsheng was too lazy to pay attention to it anymore, and vaguely felt that something was wrong. It didn't surprise him that the black dragon could speak human language, but why was its voice so childish and soft, like a woman's...

He didn't ask, because he was really tired, exhausted, in pain at this time, and almost... couldn't hold on any longer.

This is the weight of the sky. How long can a mortal sustain it?

He wasn't sweating, but it felt like all the muscles in his body were torn and about to give out. His mind has become a little dazed, his true energy has been exhausted, and even his vision has become blurry.

All swords were silent, and he was also silent, and even entered a state of forgetfulness, forgetting everything.

I don't know how long it took, but the howling wind gradually weakened, the pressure brought by the violent energy turbulence gradually disappeared, the weight from the yellow paper umbrella also gradually disappeared, and the world became quiet.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, extremely tired, and looked around.

At this moment, a piece of snow fell down and landed on the yellow paper umbrella. Such a soft piece of snow caused a sharp pain in his wrist, and he could hardly hold the handle of the umbrella. Zhou Yuan...is it snowing?

no.

This is not Zhouyuan, this is a snowfield.

He looked into the distance and saw a majestic city faintly under the shadow of the sky.

Where is this place? He was confused and didn't know what was happening. Shock and exhaustion made him unable to move, and he still maintained his previous posture - he was kneeling on one knee in the snowy field, holding a dagger in his left hand and holding a yellow paper umbrella in his right hand.

The sky here is not cracked, and the snowfield is quiet and beautiful. Of course, he is a little ridiculous like this.

Footsteps sounded, and a man walked up to him, whispered softly, and said, "There is a sword."

Then the man reached out and took the yellow paper umbrella from Chen Changsheng's hand.

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(The plot of Zhou Yuan has officially ended. Of course, there are still many aftermaths. All the fun things you can think of are behind. I like the plot of Zhou Yuan very much. That was something I confirmed in advance when I was setting the outline last year. The writing was very serious and hard-working, but when the plot of Zhou Yuan was interrupted, I began to imagine today's chapter in advance. What I wanted was the last scene. I have carefully studied this scene with real friends many times. I have played Chen Changsheng half-kneeling in the snow to deliver an umbrella, and I have also played the role of pretending to force someone to take an umbrella gracefully. In short, this scene is the purpose of writing. When I write novels and stories, I always aim for countless beautiful scenes, such as In the Spring Breeze Pavilion at night, when the senior brother appeared on stage, there was a light sigh, and so on. The so-called unchangeable one is me. I hope everyone likes it. The selection of the Golden Keyboard Award will be until the end of the month. Please cast your free vote for the selection. Tianji’s work, thank you very much.)