Fighter of the Destiny

Normally, no matter how arrogant Tang Sanshiliu was, he would never curse the old Taoist nun like this, because the old Taoist nun's status was so high that even the old man of the Tang family might not have any respect for her. , at least a little afraid, but he did not hesitate to curse like this at this time, because he wanted to deliberately anger the old Taoist nun and distract the old Taoist nun, because he was so angry and scared at this time that he forgot to be afraid. , because Xuanyuan Po raised the iron sword in his hand to everyone's surprise.

The boy from the Bear Tribe, who is so energetic that he eats six meals a day and smashes trees every day, has his own way of fighting. His bravery ranks first in the National Education Academy, and his fighting style is different from Chen Changsheng and others. He does not think, and after being humiliated, he fights to eliminate it, even if it costs his own life.

But how could his iron sword hit the old Taoist nun? How could he possibly defeat this old Taoist nun? Judging by the standards of the human cultivation world, Xuanyuan Po's realm has reached the Netherworld, but there is no way he could hurt the old Taoist nun. The heavy iron sword, like a weak willow branch, was locked in the cold wind by the lake and could not fall down at all.

The old Taoist nun looked at the iron sword and seemed to recognize its origin. She raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised. But she was not prepared to be merciful. The cold meaning of death instantly controlled his body and sea of ​​consciousness, and the next moment it would tear him into powder like a violent wave. As long as she had the slightest thought, Xuanyuan Po would die.

Chen Changsheng, Zhexiu, Su Moyu and Tang Sanshiliu shot like four arrows towards the Donghu Lake. However, even if they risked their lives, they seemed unable to change the outcome. It seemed that they could only watch Xuanyuan Po die in front of their eyes. Can anyone change this?

might have.

Chen Changsheng had one last resort, and he was ready to throw out the life-saving thing without hesitation.

Su Moyu was also preparing, and so was Tang Sanshiliu.

They were all ready to take out what was at the bottom of the box, hoping to give Xuanyuan Po a chance to survive.

At this moment, an unexpected change occurred.

The iron sword in Xuanyuan Po's hand was bound by the cold wind and could not move forward an inch, but it finally brought some wind, even the gentlest wisp of wind.

That gentle wind could not break the stillness of the winter lake, nor could it stir the dust strands around the old Taoist nun's waist. It could not even stir the snow, but it could stir the smoke.

Xuanyuan Po stood in the ruins. He was standing on what was once a stove, with ashes from the stove hole scattered everywhere.

The ashes were the embers after burning the firewood, and some of the ashes were the ashes from burning a piece of paper.

Previously, Xuanyuan Po used his iron sword to break through the ashes of burned paper. At this time, with the wisp of wind carried by his iron sword, the ashes floated melodiously.

The lakeside was very dark at night, and there was a hint of red in the gray. It turned out that there were some sparks hidden in it.

The wind blew up ashes, and the sparks shone brightly and danced, forming a sword in the air.

The Mars sword followed the angle of the iron sword and slashed forward with a whoosh.

wipe! The space beside the lake of the National Education Academy seemed to be cut open directly by this sword.

The old Taoist nun's eyes suddenly shrank, feeling a strong sense of danger.

Since entering the sacred realm, she has rarely felt like this, because there are few people on this continent who can threaten her.

How is this going? Where did that virtual sword made of sparks come from? Why would you make yourself feel in danger?

Countless thoughts passed through the old Taoist nun's sea of ​​consciousness at an unimaginable speed, like a stream of light, constantly calculating and deducing.

But the Mars Sword came so quickly, and came to her before she could deduce the result!

The old Taoist nun had no time to think, and with a sharp whistle, the fly whisk hanging by her side rose up without wind, fell into her hand, and struck down on the Mars Sword!

That whisk is filled with thousands of strands, and each strand is like a wave of ocean!

The infinite blue of the ocean has no business at all, only the meaning of death!

She didn't know the origin of the Mars sword that suddenly appeared, but she felt the strong danger, so she took action using her own sacred method!

The fly whisk carried countless waves with the meaning of death and slapped towards the Mars sword.

Compared with the violent waves across the sky and the earth, the virtual sword composed of soft sparks seems so small and fragile, how can it be blocked? The Mars Sword is in front of Xuanyuan Po. If it is swallowed up by the violent waves, Xuanyuan Po's body and soul will inevitably be swallowed up!

However, when the seemingly small and fragile Mars sword encountered the violent waves caused by the fly whisk, instead of being annihilated, it burned violently in an instant! The National Education Academy was illuminated extremely red in an instant, and the night forest no matter how far or near seemed to start to burn!

The sword took advantage of the fire and swaggered into the sky, turning into a flaming sword about seven feet long, emitting an extremely powerful aura into the night sky.

Like a mountain? Kill it! Silence like the sea? Kill it!

Kill everything!

With a bang, the fire sword cut through the tens of thousands of violent waves, brought up countless flying dust strands, and slashed at the old Taoist nun!

The old Taoist nun suddenly appeared in shock, and with an extremely panicked scream, she suddenly retreated.

A section of the courtyard wall that had collapsed silently before suddenly collapsed completely as her figure retreated.

The night sky was filled with the sound of tearing apart the space, and the burning giant sword slashed away with the figure of the old Taoist nun.

The countless pieces of silk that had been cut off from the whisk were fluttering in the night.

The restaurants and houses outside the walls of the National Education College collapsed. The figure of the old Taoist nun retreated several hundred feet, until she reached the bank of the Luoshui Canal, where she barely stood still.

The tens of thousands of waves stirred up by her whisk were all wiped out, and the calm Luoshui stirred up countless waves, and the whitecaps kept rising and falling!

The old Taoist nun looked at the flaming sword that was chasing after her, with an incredible emotion on her face, and screamed: "Three moves to burn the sky!"

At this point, she finally recognized the origin of this sword!

The tiny virtual sword composed of sparks from the embers in the furnace ignited in the storm, bursting out with unimaginable power.

Her fly whisk and her will of annihilation are the endless blue sea that fills the space between heaven and earth, but they are no match for this sword. Why?

Because a single spark can start a prairie fire, or it can start a sky!

This sword is, of course, Su Li's Three Styles of Burning Heaven!

Amidst the exclamations, the Sky-Brighting Sword had already arrived at the Luoshui River.

Luoshui at night was no longer as peaceful as before. The snowflakes falling from the sky were instantly evaporated into countless smoke by this sword intention.

Amidst the heavy smoke, there was once again an earth-shaking loud noise, and the old Taoist nun's shrill and shocked cry.

The water mist suddenly fell, the smoke gradually fell, and the embankment along the Luoshui River collapsed for three miles.

The old Taoist nun was holding a fly whisk in her hand, standing in the shallow water under the embankment. The sleeve of her right hand was completely torn, revealing her fair and jade-like skin. Her black hair was flying around, and she was covered in rubble. The whisk in her hand had only the handle, tail and several strings left. Si Xu looked extremely embarrassed, just like she was at this time.

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