Fighter of the Destiny

"With the golden light array guarding the Taoist heart, no external demons will affect Zhu Su's practice."

Elder Liang said: "On the contrary, I will use the great formation to suppress Su Li's sword intent, and then grind it through thousands of mountains to give it to Chu Su to comprehend!"

Hearing this, the two elders felt relieved and thought that if they could really crush Su Li's sword intent and send it to Zhu Su, then maybe Zhu Su would really be killed many years earlier than the original sect leader had calculated before his death. After birth, only then will the Changsheng Sect truly flourish again!

Just when the three of them were imagining a better future, something suddenly happened.

The letter on the table trembled violently.

With a squeaking sound, the envelope burst into pieces and turned into countless paper-like butterflies, scattering in all directions.

Where does Su Li's letter need to be opened before it can be seen? How can the sword intention he left behind be like those magic weapons and still need to be stimulated?

He wants the people of the Changsheng Sect to see his letter and this sword, so no matter whether anyone opens the letter or not, they will definitely let them see it!

An extremely overbearing and fierce sword intent appeared out of the sky and slashed down!

The cave echoed with the shrill cry of swords, so that the same shrill screams were silenced.

The sharp sword intent cuts off everything it encounters.

The swords of the three elders have advanced realms.

The cave of the Changsheng Sect will never be destroyed for thousands of years.

The soft ivy deep in the cave.

Transparent water dripping from the ivy.

The invisible wind formed by moving air.

Everything was chopped into pieces in an instant by this sword intention.

There was blood mist floating everywhere in the air, which looked extremely bloody and thrillingly beautiful.

Three swords were broken into more than ten pieces.

Elder Liang had dozens of sword marks on his body. He fell among the ruins on the ground. Looking at the sword intent rushing towards the outside of the cave, his pale face showed infinite horror and regret. He was already about to die and tried his best to With the last of his strength, he screamed: "Close the formation quickly!"

The two elders heard his words and thought about the problem. There was a look of despair in their eyes, but they could not stop the sword intent from piercing the air. Because their arms had been severed by the sword, their bodies were covered in blood, and they could no longer stand up.

That sword intention turned into a magnificent stream of light, flew down from the cliff peak, passed the Changsheng Sect's sect, broke through the clouds directly, and flew into a mountain stream full of mist.

An extremely terrifying loud noise broke out between the sky and the earth, and a circle of clear light covered more than ten mountain peaks hundreds of miles in radius.

That was the sect-protecting formation of the Changsheng Sect.

Immediately afterwards, there were countless tooth-grinding sounds of metal in the mountain stream, countless rays of golden light burst out, and the sea of ​​clouds rolled uneasily.

A young but vicious voice sounded in the deep stream.

The sound sounded like a human voice but also seemed to be the chirping of birds or some kind of mechanical repetition.

"Zi Su! Zhi Su!"

The sword roars sharply!

The sound gradually faded away and could no longer be heard.

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It was late at night and many people were still awake.

Some people do it because they love someone, some people do it because they hate someone, some people do it because they miss someone, and some people do it because they miss food.

Before going to sleep, Xuanyuan Po ate half of a Tangjing roast goose as a midnight snack. After lying in bed for a while, he became hungry again. How could he sleep when he was hungry?

He walked to the kitchen on the other side of the lake, preparing to take out the pickled crabs a few days ago and eat them.

When he walked into the kitchen, he found that the fire on the stove seemed to be out. He didn't pay attention and didn't light the lamp. He touched the pickle jar very accurately in the night.

In those seemingly inconspicuous pickle jars, there are actually no ordinary pickled crabs.

He replaced the crab with the extremely rare blue lobster, so it should be lobster in sauce.

Now he is the logistics director of the Chinese Academy of Education, and he has a very good relationship with the chefs at Chenghu Tower. Naturally, he will not be short of food, but eating so extravagantly seems to be a waste of money. If Chen Changsheng and Tang San When Shiliu found out, he would definitely have a huge reaction.

So he didn't let anyone know about these jars of sauced lobsters and hid them secretly.

The more secretly the food is hidden, the more delicious it will be.

Xuanyuan Po didn't understand many principles and rules of the human world, but he knew this very well. When he reached for the kimchi jar, he seemed to have tasted the ultimate salty flavor of the pickled lobster and the rich sweetness inside, as well as the feeling that lingered on his tongue. The wonderful taste spread all over the face...

However, his hand was empty.

The kimchi jar that was supposed to be there was gone, all of it was gone. Naturally, the pickled lobster in the kimchi jar was also gone.

Xuanyuan Po became extremely angry, several tiny lightning bolts were generated in his eyes, and there was a faint crackling sound in the slightly curled hair.

The world in front of him changed from darkness to light, and he could see the scene in the kitchen clearly.

Not only the kimchi jars, iron pots, bowls and chopsticks, the pile of firewood, but even the stove had been turned into pieces and piled on the ground.

The ground was full of messes and soup, and it was extremely filthy.

Xuanyuan Po became even more angry and alert. What happened here? Who unleashed such a terrifying sword intent here?

The whole room was full of things that had been cut into pieces by the sword. Only the Shanhai Sword was still there, lying quietly among the wood chips.

Xuanyuan Po reached out and picked up the Shanhai Sword. He followed the subtle remnants of the sword's intention and found that there were some grays of other colors hidden in the stove ashes.

The ashes don't look like wood, but more like paper.

He hesitated for a moment, then gently pulled out the ashes with the Shanhai Sword.

The ash suddenly dispersed.

An unimaginable chill suddenly enveloped the entire room.

Xuanyuan Po's body became extremely stiff, his breathing became heavy, and he felt an unimaginable sense of danger in his heart.

The feeling of chill and danger had nothing to do with the slowly dispersing ash, but came from behind him, from behind the courtyard wall.

It is the deepest seabed, with suffocating pressure and coldness.

The endless blue waves are originally the ocean of death.

Xuanyuan Po began to sweat. Before the sweat could wet his clothes, it was condensed into snow and frost by the coldness that represented death.

Looking at the National Education Academy in the night, the old Taoist nun walked forward.

A line of snow and frost appeared on the courtyard wall, then quietly and silently melted, turning into windy sand.

This scene is like a myth.

The courtyard wall collapsed, and what appeared in front of her was the kitchen, so the kitchen also collapsed quietly.

Xuanyuan Po stood in the ruins holding the Mountain and Sea Sword, his body shaking constantly.

Because he is scared.

Although he was brave, he was still scared.

The person who came here was unimaginably strong, and his aura was very cold, giving people the feeling that he wanted to exterminate all things.

In the small building on the other side of the winter lake.

Zhexiu opened his eyes.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes.

They all felt this feeling, and then felt inexplicable fear.

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(The chapter names were chosen blindly, and I was out of words. It was also a sentence structure that I would use for fun when I was bored occasionally when I was writing Suzaku Ji and Jian Ke many years ago.)