Fighter of the Destiny

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Su Li left seven letters.

He asked Xu Yourong to forward two of the letters to Chen Changsheng, leaving one letter to his daughter, and another letter to the child who had just started learning swordsmanship in the blacksmith shop in the town at the foot of Mount Li. I prepared a letter for Mr. Qiu Shan, but was calmly rejected by Mr. Qiu Shan.

Two more letters were delivered to two places via the most common postal route.

One of the letters was delivered to a manor outside Hanqiu City.

Wanliu Garden has 30,000 cold-resistant willow trees planted in the garden.

Zhu Luo is the head of the Jueqing Sect, the patriarch of the Zhu family, an old friend of the late emperor, and the wind and rain in all directions. No matter which identity he has, he can have a life that ordinary people cannot imagine. This manor, which still remains green in the cold winter, This is clear evidence.

Today there is a guest in this manor. He is a very fat old man. He is sitting in the round Taishi chair. His fat waist is dripping like water overflowing the river embankment. So the bright yellow belt, It is also highlighted more clearly.

This fat old man has kind eyes, his squinted eyes are full of calmness and gentleness, and his face is full of joy. He looks like the most ordinary rich man in the countryside, but he can stand up to a big shot like Zhu Luo. Sitting down, one can imagine that his identity must be extraordinary. Today, apart from thousands of cold willows and snow, there is no one else in the manor. Perhaps it is related to the fat old man’s visit. Of course, it is also related to the letter placed on the table between the two of them. .

"When will that woman die..." The fat old man said with a smile, but when he mentioned the word "woman", he paused unexpectedly, and the smile on his face disappeared for a moment, and the word "female" was even lighter. Unable to hear, "There are arrangements above the stars. As for when to go to Kyoto, we have to wait for news."

Zhu Luo frowned slightly and seemed not very satisfied with this sentence, saying: "No matter how you look at it, the strength is still somewhat insufficient."

The fat old man said with emotion: "To do great things, you must have great power. Bai Di and his wife will definitely sit on the sidelines. In fact, our best choice is Su Li."

When Su Li's name was mentioned, neither he nor Zhu Luo glanced at the letter on the table.

Zhu Luo was silent for a moment and said, "Su Li is indeed very strong."

At that time in Xunyang City, Su Li was seriously injured and had never fought with him, but he had to admit that in terms of strength alone, it would be difficult to find anyone stronger than Su Li in the world.

The word power in this conversation is naturally not the ordinary power that ordinary people understand. It refers to the purest and most terrifying combat power.

"The black robe has been deployed for many years. On the snowy plains of the Demonic Realm, more than 100,000 iron and wolf cavalry and more than a dozen demon generals were suppressed by the three giants. They actually allowed him to escape. Afterwards, he returned all the way south, and the useless man washed his sword and became a man again. , I must have realized something again. The peak of ten thousand feet is only one foot closer to the sea of ​​​​stars, and it is indeed extremely powerful."

The fat old man said with emotion: "At that time, many people, including me, thought that he was the only one with the best chance of killing that woman, but he refused to do it. Now, with his help, the possibility of killing that woman will be greater." Add 30%, but unfortunately he left at this time."

Zhu Luo said expressionlessly: "At the request of His Majesty the Pope, I killed him once in Xunyang City. How could he join us? How could he send me this letter?"

When the two of them were talking, they didn't glance at the letter on the table. In fact, their energy had been focused on the letter. When they mentioned it, their eyes finally fell.

In the quiet winter garden, nothing happened, but in the slightly cold wind, the sound of fighting and iron horses could be heard faintly.

Looking at the letter, the fat old man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if a slit had been cut out of a snow-white bun with a knife. The bright light was scorching, and he was extremely alert.

Then he looked up at Zhu Luo, as if asking, should I open this letter or not?

Zhu Luo's expression was very solemn and he didn't speak for a long time.

The fat old man could detect the strangeness in this letter, and with his level of cultivation, he could naturally see through it.

He knew there was a sword hidden in the letter.

The letter is Su Li's letter, and the sword is naturally Su Li's sword.

Although Su Li has a very high status in the cultivation world and is recognized as having incredibly strong swordsmanship, compared to Bafang Fengyu and the four saints, he is still a junior, and for various reasons, his name has always been Not included in this list.

He wrote such a letter to Zhu Luo to tell the entire continent that as long as he wanted, he could cut down the so-called storms in all directions at any time with one sword.

If it had been hundreds of years ago when it was in its heyday, no, even decades ago, or even a year ago, Zhu Luo would have smiled indifferently when facing this letter, then opened the envelope and took a look. The edge on the paper is such that it will not fall into the wind and rain in all directions.

But now he was hesitant.

Because he was seriously injured in Xunyang City and has not fully recovered until now.

Those injuries came from Wang Po's iron sword, Liu Qing's dark sword, and the thousands of streams of light in Chen Changsheng's scabbard. The most serious injuries came from the saint's thousands of miles of running.

The more important reason is that, as Wang Po said in Xunyang City, he is already old.

Su Li also mentioned with a smile that he could die now, but he could not be defeated.

He is the towering tree of Jueqing Sect and Zhu Clan.

All the people in Tianliang County, except Prince Liang's Mansion, need his protection.

What if he loses?

The winter garden is very quiet. Tens of thousands of hardy ash willows in the distance are patiently waiting for the arrival of spring in the cold wind.

The fat old man was also very patient and just looked at Zhu Luo calmly.

I don't know how long it took, but Zhu Luo finally made a decision and took a deep breath.

A strong wind blew up in the winter garden, and tens of thousands of willow trees swayed in the wind, seeming to be cheering and waving their hands in fear.

There was no longer any hesitation on Zhu Luo's face, only indifference and cold arrogance.

The strongest human being who once braved the snowfield with a single sword, how could he be frightened by a letter even if he suffered from old wounds?

His hand fell on the letter, steady, and he tore it open.

A ray of sword light burst out from the breach in the envelope, illuminating his face very pale.

The sword light was so bright that the winter sky above the winter garden became bleak. There was smoke in the willows, and it was bright daytime, but the surrounding fields felt like dusk.

A sword light appeared in Zhu Luo's eyes. This sword light did not come from the envelope, but from his world.

With a loud cry, the Yuehua Sword came out of its sheath and slashed towards the sword intent coming out of the envelope.

Countless deafening crashes were heard, and strong winds blew in the Willow Garden, causing tens of thousands of cold willow trees to sway unsteadily.

A bright moon comes from the north and hangs in the sky of the winter garden, trying to drive away the dark night that has yet to come.

The sword intent that came from the envelope ignored it and instantly shined brightly. Everything it came into contact with, whether real or imaginary, burned!

The cold willow suddenly burned, the ice pool shattered, and countless flames rose into the sky, like firebirds.

The Golden Crow comes out of the mountain!

The bright moon suddenly dimmed!