Fighter of the Destiny

"There's something unusual about this sword."

Standing at the bow of the ship, looking at the stone bridge in the snow a mile away, feeling the sword intent, the expressionless face of the King of Linghai finally changed slightly.

Taoist Siyuan said: "The disciples of Dean Shang are naturally extraordinary."

The sword intent released by Chen Changsheng was very strong, but it was not enough to shock powerful men of their level. His emotional changes came from the two layers of meaning contained in the sword intent.

This sword intent is very hot.

Chen Changsheng knew that whether it was the amount of true energy or the strength of his spiritual consciousness, he was far inferior to Xu Yourong, who had the true phoenix bloodline, so he ignited the fire in his heart without hesitation.

At the beginning of this battle, he hadn't actually used his sword yet. If he did, it would have to be the strongest sword.

A ray of spiritual consciousness fell on the snowy field outside his Youfu, and the snowy field began to burn at the same time. The Naihe Bridge also started to burn. There was no flame visible, but the temperature could be felt rising.

In just an instant, the snow flakes that fell on his body melted and turned into water in the air, falling on his body and the bridge deck, washing away all the snow he had previously carried.

The sword intent was very straight, somewhat similar to the sword used when he resisted Xu Yourong's big avalanche sword earlier, but it was straighter, not a cliff or a river embankment, but a straight line.

Wei is strong because of its straightness. The Wugou Sword is still in his hand and has not been used. However, the wind and snow on the bridge have solidified in the air, and a straight line appears in the middle of the bridge.

Naihe Bridge is divided into two completely different worlds because of this line.

He is here, Xu Yourong is over there.

Rain is here, snow is there.

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The sword intent enveloped the stone bridge, and the rain made the snow sparse.

Chen Changsheng raised the Wugou Sword in his hand, his eyes calm and firm.

This was the first time he tried to burn the real energy so violently after learning to burn the sword with Su Li. However, the amount and power of the real energy carried by this sword was still not as good as Xu Yourong's previous avalanche. But his sword was fuller, more focused and sharp.

Mao Qiuyu suddenly took a step toward the bow of the ship, looked at the bridge in the distance, frowned in disbelief, and said, "Why does it feel a bit like Wang Po's sword technique?"

Tang Sanshiliu said: "It's Wang Po's sword technique."

When he said this, his expression was very solemn. He had said before that this battle was about victory and defeat, not life and death, so he didn't care much. However, at this time, looking at Chen Changsheng's sword intent, he began to lose confidence in his own judgment, and then Starting to feel uneasy.

The people standing at the bow of the ship were a little shocked when they heard the words of Mao Qiuyu and Tang Sanliu. Then they naturally thought of the rain battle in Xunyang City. As for Xue He, who also used a knife, his emotions were even more complicated. Looking at Naihe Qiao's eyes were extremely focused, not wanting to miss any details later.

Xu Shiji said expressionlessly: "This kid is really lucky to have the opportunity to learn from so many strong people."

"This has nothing to do with luck." Mao Qiuyu said with a solemn expression: "If you want to learn Wang Po's sword art, you must practice his sword art. Not everyone can do this."

This sentence is correct.

Previously, Chen Changsheng used Nan Xizhai's sword technique to perform Tian Yin Luo. It can be said that he has extensive knowledge and knowledge, and with the help of the state religion, he had many adventures on the road to sword cultivation.

But it's not that simple to learn Wang Po's sword skills.

If he wants to believe in Wang Po's sword skills, he must practice them without hesitation.

And this was exactly why Tang Sanliu was worried.

Wang Po's sword technique lies in the straight character.

No matter how powerful the enemy before the iron sword is, even if it is a strong person who is impossible to defeat, the hand holding the sword must be so stable, and the direction of the blade must still be so straight.

To achieve this, the heart of the sword holder must be as straight as the blade.

The middle-aged man who looked a little shabby proved this with his countless battles in Tianliang County, Wenshui Tang Family, Nanfang Huaiyuan, and Xunyang City.

There was silence at the bow of the ship. Those strong men whose realms were far superior to Chen Changsheng asked themselves whether they could practice Wang Po's way of swordsmanship. In the end, they could only come up with a negative answer.

On the Naihe Bridge.

Chen Changsheng's sword has not yet been released, but his sword intention has already been released.

The snowflakes falling from the sky turned into raindrops, weaving into rain curtains, and falling into pieces.

The broken raindrops that were closer to him were all evaporated into mist, trapping his body inside.

Xu Yourong stood in the snow, her eyes slightly stern, showing a solemn expression - the white gauze covered her face, and the rain and fog disturbed her vision, but it did not affect her perception of the sword's intention.

She knew very well that if she walked through the line in the middle of the Naihe Bridge, she would receive Chen Changsheng's unreserved sword, which would definitely be his strongest.

This sword must determine the winner.

Of course, she could also continue to stand in the snow and wait for changes that might happen later. But that may also mean that Chen Changsheng can elevate his sword intent to a more terrifying state.

If he could do it.

Chen Changsheng burned his true energy without reservation, and used Wang Po's sword technique that never held back, to draw a clear path on the Naihe Bridge in the wind and snow.

He drew a path for this battle.

He let Xu Yourong make the choice.

The white gauze is light.

Xu Yourong closed his eyes.

Then she opened her eyes again.

Opening and closing your eyes only takes a moment.

In this moment, she had made her choice.

The Luoshui under the bridge is constantly receiving snow flakes and light rain, swaying gently.

The big ship on the water in the distance was also shaking slightly.

The body of a Tianji Pavilion painter standing at the front of the ship suddenly shook. The expressions of the other two painters from Tianji Pavilion also changed drastically.

Then came their shocked and slightly trembling voices.

"Is that the sword?"

"Is it going to end so soon?"

The three painters are all in the Star Gathering Realm and are not the strongest people present.

But they have watched and recorded countless famous battles. They are the most sensitive to the changes in the battle, so they were the first to understand what happened.

Immediately afterwards, Mao Qiuyu, Taoist Siyuan and others also understood.

Above Luoshui, there was deathly silence.

All this happened just because the girl on the Naihe Bridge opened her eyes again.

The white gauze was fluttering lightly and the wind and snow were turbulent, but it could not hide her gaze.

There are faint golden light spots floating out from the white gauze.

Are those light spots coming from her eyes?

Zhai Jian trembled slightly in the wind and snow. The snowflakes that fell on the sword were instantly shaken into smoke.

Half of Naihe Bridge is snow smoke and half is rain and fog, as if it is in the clouds, not like the human world.

Xu Yourong seemed to be no longer in the world at this time.

She is so sacred and solemn that even the most ordinary person can feel that she has a power that goes beyond the worldly realm.

Looking at this scene on the bridge, Mao Qiuyu, Taoist Siyuan, and King Linghai looked in disbelief, and at the same time said in a trembling voice: "Great Sword of Light?"