Fighter of the Destiny

Chen Changsheng's face was illuminated by the sword light, like a snowfield.

Zhu Luo's shadow was right in front of him, in the rainstorm, emitting infinite light, like a statue of a god.

Unimaginable pressure fell on Chen Changsheng's body and mind with the arrival of the sword.

His sword was of course not as good as Liu Qing's sword, but it was also unusual. Facing the strongest human being that he had never encountered before or even imagined, he naturally used his strongest sword. A sword.

The three swords that Su Li taught him were all among them.

The stupid sword helped him stand firm in front of this divine pressure. Huijian helped him judge the trajectory of the sword in the heavy rain. You must know that this sword belongs to the sacred realm and is invisible and traceless. Wang Po and Liu Qing may be able to barely understand it, but if he hadn't learned Huijian , then there is no possibility at all.

Finally, he burned his true energy and life in an attempt to block the sword.

Unfortunately, he could not block Zhu Luo's sword, just like a mantis' arm could not block a running carriage.

Without any surprise, the Xujian took Yuehua past the edge of the Dragon Sword.

However, Zhu Luo's sword was about to invade his eyes, but was... blocked by the scabbard of the Dragon Song Sword.

How can a virtual sword be blocked by a real scabbard? Only Chen Changsheng, who was on the court, understood what was going on. It was difficult to explain in words. For the spectators in the heavy rain, what they saw was this:

——The virtual sword penetrated into the scabbard held by Chen Changsheng's hands.

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There are two moons in the night sky and in the water, and there are two Zhuluo on the rainy street. One is real and the other is illusory, but the two moons are equally bright and the two Zhuluo are equally powerful. The only difference is whether they have emotions or not.

When the virtual sword carrying Yuehua pierced Chen Changsheng's scabbard, the virtual image of Zhu Luo in front of Chen Changsheng did not change at all. His face was still expressionless, releasing light and heat from the inside out, and in front of Chen Changsheng Further on the rain street, Zhu Luo, who had already suppressed Wang Po's iron sword and fell into silence, had his cold expression replaced by shock and confusion in an instant.

Countless sword sounds suddenly sounded in the heavy rain.

Then, the sound of the rainstorm was no longer heard.

Sharp, rough, sharp, clear, and dull sword sounds suddenly sounded in the rainy street.

The entire Xunyang City could only hear the sound of swords.

The virtual sword seemed to encounter countless swords in an instant, either colliding, rubbing, or cutting each other. Countless sword sounds sounded at the same time. Some low-level spectators in the heavy rain were so shocked that they fainted!

But nothing happened on the rain street. It seemed that except for the falling rain, everything was quiet. Where did these sword sounds come from? Where is the sword that Zhu Luo's sword met?

Those swords are all in the scabbards of the Dragon Song Sword.

Chen Changsheng's sword was originally a ten thousand sword.

The ten thousand swords brought out from Zhou Garden.

But all of them were sealed in the scabbard by Zhu Luo's sword.

But we finally met.

Ten thousand swords are still able to fight against the enemy without ever being drawn out of their scabbards.

In the scabbard, for a moment, there was a fierce storm, and thunder roared!

The virtual sword in Zhu Luo's hand was sinking into Chen Changsheng's scabbard.

It's not sheathing, but it's getting shorter.

Some particles of brilliance were flying around at the mouth of the sheath.

Those were worn sword shavings.

Although Wan Jian is broken, the sword's intention is still powerful. In just an instant, at least thousands of cuts and frictions occurred. How could Zhu Luo's virtual sword be able to withstand it! Even the real moon sword in his hand on the other side of the rainy street is getting shorter! What was even more unimaginable was that blood began to ooze from the fingers holding the hilt of the sword!

Zhu Luo's face became a little pale, and his eyes, which had always been as indifferent as a god, once again had a slightly confused look, and then quickly turned into a flood of anger!

He could feel the swords in Chen Changsheng's scabbard, and even recognized those swords as famous swords that had passed away. Some of them even had the aura that he had been close to hundreds of years ago, but he could not express his emotions at Chen Changsheng's adventure or Go and ask what's going on, because those once mighty swords are attacking him, and he's really hurt!

He was actually injured by a young man from the Nether Realm.

No matter what kind of young genius you are.

No matter what you are, you are the youngest person in the history of Tongyou Shangjing.

After all, you are just a 16-year-old boy in the Nether Realm.

How could you hurt me, how dare you hurt me, I am so powerful and windy in all directions, yet I was hurt by you, this is something that cannot be allowed.

The roar resounded through Xunyang City, instantly suppressing the sounds of the swords.

The rain clouds gradually dispersed and the moonlight became brighter.

Zhu Luo took a step towards Wang Po and slashed down with the sword in his hand.

On the rain street dozens of feet away, his virtual image leaned towards Chen Changsheng.

The virtual sword kept thrusting into the scabbard.

Those sword shavings with brilliance sprayed out more densely.

Those brilliance and sword shavings are all the sharpness that comes from the cutting of sword intent and sword intent.

It looks beautiful, but is actually dangerous.

The heavy rain gradually slowed down, but the water on the street was still there. The falling sword shavings actually cut away the water lines.

Not to mention the bluestones on the ground and broken walls, there were debris everywhere.

Liu Qing stood up from the rain and continued to stand in front of Su Li's horse, holding his sword in front of him.

Those brilliance sword fragments shot out quickly, like countless powerful arrows.

In just an instant, his hair tie was cut off, his black hair floated up, and then his hair was also cut off.

His clothes were in tatters, and there were hundreds of tiny blood holes on his body, making him look very miserable.

But in the end, he protected the horse and the man on it.

Su Li sat on the yellow horse with his head lowered and did not speak.

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Logically speaking, Chen Changsheng should be dead by now.

Both Su Li and Zhu Luo think so. But the miraculous thing is that, surrounded by sword fragments in the sky, he didn't even have a single wound on his body. A breath that came from nowhere enveloped his whole body. That breath came from the piece of jade Ruyi on his waist, or from an extra string of stone beads that appeared on his wrist at some point.

No one can feel this aura, only the sword shavings can feel it, so when they come in front of Chen Changsheng, they naturally float away, and the details are perfectly hidden in the light.

Then, the heavy rain came again, the rain clouds reunited, and the moonlight gradually faded away.

In the rain curtain, Zhu Luo's virtual image gradually dimmed and became fragile.

Finally, at a certain moment, the virtual sword was completely swallowed by the scabbard.

The virtual image suddenly collapsed and turned into countless tiny bubbles.

Countless exclamations resounded in Xunyang City.

Zhu Luo stood at the other end of the rain street, covered in blood and pale.

His right arm was shaking slightly, and the sword was incomplete, with only a hilt left.

At this moment, Wang Po's iron sword finally came to him.