Fighter of the Destiny

Chen Changsheng decided that he could not wait until Wang Po was defeated before taking action. Standing on the rainy street, turned into two walls, it looked very tragic, but in fact it was meaningless. The reason why he thought this way before was because he had no self-confidence at all at the time, and just wanted to do his best and obey fate - no matter how talented he was It's amazing. After all, I have only been practicing for more than a year. Don't mention the broken meridians in my body. It's really ridiculous to think about fighting the wind and rain from all directions in this short time.

He originally thought that even if he drew his sword later, it would just be to express his feelings. But now he has changed his mind. Because each practitioner fell, his confidence increased. The practitioners in the Nether Realm could no longer threaten him. Just now, there was even a strong practitioner who should have entered the first stage of gathering stars, but he was actually killed by him. A sword slashed down in the rain!

If the level of fighting on the other side of Rain Street wasn't too high and too dazzling, perhaps more people would have noticed that Chen Changsheng had accomplished this incredible thing. The promotion gained in the Tianshu Mausoleum, the harvest in the Zhou Garden, learning swordsmanship with Su Li on his return to the south, and Wang Po's image in the heavy rain are perfectly presented in this sword.

Looking at Wang Po struggling to hold on in the wind and rain, looking at the blood that was constantly flowing out of his body and quickly diluted by the heavy rain, Chen Changsheng's growing confidence and gradually recovering true energy made Chen Changsheng's heart well up with a very strong desire - He wanted to try to see if he could stab Zhu Luo with his sword. Even if the opponent was the legendary Bafang Fengyu, he still wanted to stab him with that sword. To be honest, he had no idea how to draw the sword or where to thrust the sword, but he thought that since he decided to draw the sword, he would naturally understand how the sword should operate after drawing the sword.

Chen Changsheng walked past the few practitioners who fell in the rain, left Su Lima and walked towards Wang Po. As he walked, he began to meditate and clarify his mind, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

The opponent is Zhu Luo. From the holy realm, he can easily crush his burning sword. How can the firefly shine brightly before the moonlight? The moonlight-like sword intent on the rainy street was elusive and unpredictable, and it was impossible to calculate it. Naturally, the sword of wisdom was also impossible to use. So what sword should he use? What sword is his most powerful sword?

Chen Changsheng knew what his most powerful sword was.

On the Zhou Tomb, he once thrust his sword towards the shadow that covered half of the sky.

He didn't know if he could still use that sword now, he wanted to try.

His consciousness fell on the Dragon Sword. At this time, the dragon chanting sword used the sheath as the handle and merged into one body. The moment the spiritual consciousness fell, the souls in the sword were awakened.

He awakened the Wandao Broken Sword and prepared to use it again.

The black dragon also woke up.

He took a deep breath, his true energy burned violently, and his body became extremely hot. The rainwater that kept falling suddenly turned into steam when it touched his clothes, covering his upper body. The broken meridians made an unbearable sound, and severe pain spread from all parts of the body into the sea of ​​consciousness. The violent true energy finally successfully broke through several blockages and reached his wrist. He was already ready to draw the sword. The countless sword intentions in the sword and the departed soul of the black dragon were silently prepared.

However, at this moment, Chen Changsheng suddenly felt that the surrounding rain street had become darker. Is it because of the mist lingering in front of my eyes?

It's not because of the fog, it's because someone blocked the light that diffused in the rainy street.

Chen Changsheng suddenly felt very cold.

His body had been wet from the cold rain for a long time, and logically speaking, it should be numb, but at this moment, he seemed to be able to clearly feel a wisp of cold wind blowing on his neck.

Chill arose from the bottom of his heart, and his body became stiff and unable to move.

Only then did he remember that he had forgotten something.

That's the most important thing.

To be more precise, he forgot someone.

A person who cannot be forgotten.

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He carried Su Li through tens of thousands of miles of snowfields, returning from the Demon Realm to the human world. There was an assassin following them all the time.

That assassin was very famous, so Su Li looked down upon him. Of course, only Su Li had the right to look down on that assassin. You know, that assassin is ranked third on the assassin list of Tianji Pavilion. No one has ever dared to look down on him, and most of the people who looked down on him are probably dead.

Chen Changsheng knew that he was absolutely not qualified to look down on the assassin, and Su Li often looked at the distant mountains in silence along the way. From those scenes, he knew that even Su Li was a little afraid of the assassin deep down in his heart.

Su Li and he had always been vigilant. Whether they were fighting fiercely with Xue He or Liang Hongzhuang, even if they were forced into a desperate situation, even if they looked like they might die at any time, they still did not forget the existence of the assassin and prepared for the next step. hand. Until just now, Chen Changsheng finally forgot about this matter.

——Just when he was most confident, felt the strongest, and had the most determined will to fight.

He walked towards Zhu Luo, but left Su Li.

He didn't know that the assassin was lying on the ground between him and Su Li, being drenched by the heavy rain. He was the cultivator who pretended to be knocked down by him before, and the assassin was standing up at this time.

After waiting in hiding for dozens of days and nights, the assassin finally found the perfect opportunity.

The assassin was unmasked, with an ordinary appearance and eyebrows that could be seen everywhere. The rain fell on his face, leaving no traces. His appearance could hardly leave any traces in people's hearts.

This is a very ordinary person, just like the stones on the roadside or the tiles in the ruins.

Chen Changsheng felt the movement behind him, his body became extremely stiff, and he wanted to turn around, but he knew it was too late.

It was indeed too late. The assassin would not give him any chance, nor would he give Su Li any chance.

The assassin floated in front of the horse in the rain.

His movement looks very ordinary, but he is very fast.

Then he drew his sword.

His sword is very ordinary, and his swordsmanship looks very ordinary, but it is very fast.

Anyway, everything happened very quickly.

But this assassin's realm was very unusual. The tip of that ordinary sword shone silently with countless stardust.

An extremely powerful yet extremely quiet aura came out with the sword.

Gathering Stars to Shangjing!

A star-studded assassin?

This is beyond the understanding of many people.

You have already reached the level of gathering stars, why do you still kill people for a living?

Why did this assassin want to kill Su Li?

How terrifying this assassin must be!

The rain kept falling.

Chen Changsheng stood on the rainy street with his sword in both hands.

Behind him, the assassin drew his sword towards Su Li like a ghost.

Everything happened too fast.

Everything seems to be too late to change.

The sound of rain is like anger.

Suddenly a soft voice sounded.

It was the sound of sword contact with blood.

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(I have been in poor health recently and have a lot of things to do, so there are very few updates. Please bear with me and try to write more after the 22nd, but I have been writing very carefully recently. I hope you all like it.)