Fighter of the Destiny

Chen Changsheng didn't notice that it suddenly turned dark.

Because he was shocked at this time.

Liu Qing is the third assassin in the world. His swordsmanship has been taught by Su Li. He is extremely talented, has an extremely high level, and most importantly, has an extremely strong will. Back in Xunyang City, he even dared to cheat Zhu Luo and stab him with his sword. Why did he not dare to draw his sword at the middle-aged scholar when he was about to die?

Could it be that this middle-aged scholar is stronger and more terrifying than Zhu Luo?

Zhu Luo was a hero in all directions, and the number of people on the mainland who were stronger than him could be counted on two hands.

Is this middle-aged scholar particularly popular? Is it Southern Railway? In other words, he is Old Man Tianji?

No, the middle-aged scholar is not similar to anyone else in the story.

"Is it His Majesty the White Emperor?" Tang Sanliu looked very ugly.

In fact, there was no need to calculate carefully, the real answer was already coming out, but they couldn't think of it in the mountains. Because there is no reason for that big shot to appear in Hanshan, here, or here.

In addition to Liu Qing, there were some people beside the stream - Xiao De and more than ten strong demon clan men who looked like subordinates.

More than a dozen strong monsters were scattered on the grass beside the stream, while Xiao De stood in the stream.

This demon who used his violent appearance to hide his inner arrogance, calmness beyond imagination, and absolute realism, looked at the back of the middle-aged scholar in front of him and finally took off all disguises. His pale face was full of vigilance. His brown eyes were filled with despair.

There was a sword wound on his body. Liu Qing, who had caused the sword wound to him, was bleeding from the corners of his eyes under the pressure of the middle-aged scholar. He could not even pull out the sword. He knew very well that he and the middle-aged scholar There was such a huge gap in strength between the scholars, that's why he was so desperate.

But despair does not mean surrender, his body exudes an increasingly violent fighting spirit.

He is worthy of being a true powerhouse in the top five of the Xiaoyao list. His performance on the mountain road seemed to be far inferior to his reputation before, but now facing the real shadow of death and the night shrouding Hanshan, he truly showed his strength. Fearless will.

Xiaode's eyes fell on Liu Qing's right hand.

Liu Qing's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly and seemed very weak.

Xiaode is waiting for an opportunity.

He knew that only by joining forces with the Qing Yi swordsman who had injured him could he possibly survive the near-impossible chance of surviving in front of this middle-aged scholar. He believed that he had not given up, and this man in Tsing Yi would never give up. No matter how badly the hand holding the sword trembled, it would eventually calm down.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged scholar did not give them this opportunity.

At the moment when Liu Qing's hand gradually became steady and Xiao De's breathing became stronger, the middle-aged scholar turned around.

The moment before, the middle-aged scholar was looking at the lantern-like persimmons in the woods with his hands behind his back, as if he was an official returning to his hometown to retire.

At the last moment, the middle-aged scholar turned to look at them, his expression calm, and he resumed his identity as a peerless strong man.

The appearance of this middle-aged scholar is difficult to describe in words, because no matter Liu Qing or Xiao De, a top star gathering expert, they feel that there is a faint layer of night between his eyebrows, making it impossible to see clearly. As for Chen Changsheng and others on the mountain path, they were even unable to see this person's face.

People can only see... this world on the face of a middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar's face is covered with brocade characters and painted landscapes. At one time, it was a desert with long yellow sand, and at another time it was a majestic blue sea. With his eyebrows raised and his lips raised, everything in the world moved with it. The scenery was extremely vivid, but yet... With an absolute sense of silence.

Because there are all kinds of scenery in this world, but no one.

No one.

All the people died.

Seeing the middle-aged scholar's face, Liu Qing confirmed his suspicion, his face became paler, and a streak of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.

That was when he bit his own tongue. It was the only way he could keep his mind.

A flash of blood gushed out from the depths of Xiaode's eyes, which had begun to turn mad. That was a precursor to using the blood of the demon race to unlock the secret!

If the conjecture is confirmed, then it is impossible to win any chance of survival just by joining forces. They must use the most secret and powerful means to fight each other desperately. And what makes them feel desolate is that even if they try their best, they can't continue to live in this world. They just want to delay for a moment and let the saints know what is happening by the creek, so that their death is not unjust... Well, being killed by this big shot is not unfair no matter how you think about it.

The middle-aged scholar didn't care about the psychological activities of Liu Qing and Xiao De, and didn't even look at the two of them, even though they were two powerful men at the top of the star gathering, and they were ready to fight.

His eyes fell on the mountain road in the distance and fell on Chen Changsheng.

As soon as this glance fell, snowflakes fell from the dim sky, falling on the mountain road and on Chen Changsheng's body.

Against the backdrop of the strange night, the snowflakes falling from the sky looked extremely white, but extremely dangerous.

The temperature on the mountain road dropped sharply and became extremely cold. Chen Changsheng and others instantly felt that their bodies were frozen, and even the movement of the true energy in the meridians became countless times slower. If this situation is allowed to develop, Go down, and after a few breaths, don't talk about fighting, I'm afraid even walking will become particularly difficult.

Feeling such a terrible danger, they naturally wanted to avoid it. However, there were snowflakes everywhere in front and behind the mountain road, and they had nowhere to go. Because those snowflakes look soft, in fact, there seems to be an unimaginable amount of the power of heaven and earth in every thin piece of snow.

At this time, a very hidden aura wave appeared on the mountain road.

At some point, the steward of Tianji Pavilion used his spiritual consciousness to touch the secret treasure hidden in his sleeve, preparing to send a warning to the depths of Hanshan Mountain.

There was a soft snap, and as soon as the secret treasure breathed out, it was crushed directly by the snowflakes around the mountain road, and the Tianji Pavilion steward's right arm turned into broken flesh and blood!

"There is an enemy!" The steward of Tianji Pavilion screamed towards the depths of Hanshan Mountain full of anger and despair.

The whistling sound failed to carry far, and was cut into pieces by the snowflakes all over the sky, falling to the ground like dust.

At the same time, a stream of blood spurted out from the steward's lips, and was instantly frozen by the severe cold into countless crimson particles, which fell everywhere on the mountain road.

The steward's body slowly fell down, and he no longer breathed.

There was an exclamation on the mountain road.

The monks who participated in the stone boiling meeting looked angrily at the middle-aged scholar by the stream in the distance.

They couldn't see the middle-aged scholar's face clearly, but they could feel the middle-aged scholar's indifference or indifference.

Falling thousands of flakes of snow at a glance, trapping everyone on the mountain path with formations, and then randomly killing a Tianji Pavilion steward seemed to be really just a small thing for this person.

From the moment his eyes fell, the middle-aged scholar had been looking at Chen Changsheng.

what does that mean?

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(There will be another chapter at 8 p.m.)