Fighter of the Destiny

A sharp and anxious cry sounded: "Escort!"

The driver is a venerable person. The venerable person on the mountain road at this time is of course Chen Changsheng. The ascetics ignored the snowflakes in the sky and rushed towards Chen Changsheng. Even Zhong Hui walked away with a cold face and raised his sword. For a moment, the sound of wind was heard everywhere on the mountain road... and then the clothes and muscles were covered with The sound of fragmentation!

Bo Xue is like the sharpest magic weapon, cutting through everything it encounters!

Blood sprayed on the mountain road and condensed into bright red ice beads, rolling everywhere.

The monks stopped in front of Chen Changsheng, with minor or serious injuries. No one died, but their courage was gradually running out.

Who is the middle-aged scholar? Which saint is he?

He is not a saint.

He is the antithesis of all saints.

Liu Qing's face turned pale as he thought about this, and suddenly he groaned, drew his sword, and stabbed forward!

The sword light was like lightning, emerging by the stream.

Xiaode finally waited for this moment and started to move, even faster than Liu Qing.

Countless blood vessels popped out on his face, his brown hair broke out of his skin, and his breath became wilder, heading straight towards the middle-aged scholar!

The middle-aged scholar finally withdrew his gaze from Chen Changsheng, looked at them, and then raised his eyebrows slightly.

He raised his eyebrows, and the world moved.

The sword light by the stream suddenly dimmed, and with a very harsh sound, the sword in Liu Qing's hand was broken into two pieces.

His man fell to the grass, and a blood mark appeared on his wrist. Blood was spurting out, and he looked extremely miserable.

Xiaode was even worse. He couldn't even rush out of the stream before he was knocked down in the stream by the power of heaven and earth.

With a snap, he knelt down on one knee, and the stream water splashed everywhere, as did the blood!

With his crazy transformation and blood secret method, his body was stronger than steel. However, as soon as he knelt down, his kneecaps shattered into powder!

But after all, he just knelt down on one knee, not completely kneeling in the stream. The strong demon clan gritted his teeth, roared violently, and desperately tried to move forward!

The same goes for Liu Qing. While he was spitting out blood, he held the broken sword in his hand and continued to thrust forward. At some point, his left hand had already grasped the other half of the broken sword!

The middle-aged scholar is too powerful. Even if they put aside their past feud and join forces, they still can't defeat each other.

But they couldn't just stop and lie down or kneel.

Because humans and monsters will never surrender before the demons!

Looking at the two men who were dragging their mutilated bodies with the intention of dying, a smile appeared on the middle-aged scholar's lips.

When he smiled, the mountains and rivers became brighter together, but they remained lonely and cold, because there were still no people or monsters between the mountains and rivers.

In front of him, all humans and monsters will die.

The deeper the middle-aged scholar's smile deepens, the deeper the wounds on Liu Qing and Xiao De's bodies become, until their stark white bones are visible!

After two snaps, Liu Qing and Xiaode finally failed to get close to the middle-aged scholar and fell in front of the persimmon forest, with blood splattering everywhere.

Liu Qing closed her mouth, looked pale, and said nothing. As an assassin, since he was going to die, of course he should die in silence.

Xiao De howled angrily, like a wounded beast, painful and unwilling.

Seeing this scene, the dozen demon clan subordinates by the stream finally overcame the deepest fear in their hearts, picked up their weapons and rushed towards the middle-aged scholar.

Especially the demon master who was closest to the woods directly used the Blood Secret Technique with the determination to die. His body suddenly became extremely tall, and the true form of the Elephant Clan was vaguely visible. He let out a deep and angry roar and rolled up the stream. The gravel and cold water on the bank rushed towards the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar seemed a little bored and waved his sleeves casually.

The heavy body of the elephant master just flew into the sky.

In the process of flying into the sky, the mountain-like body of the elephant master continued to decompose, shooting out countless blood arrows, and finally turned into dozens of meat balls, which fell downstream of the stream.

The rest of the demon clan masters had even more miserable endings. They had their hands and feet cut off, and some were even cut in half, but they died instantly.

The streamside was filled with blood, guts, and desperate and sad howls of pain!

Xiaode's eyes were full of anger, he looked at the middle-aged scholar and shouted: "I'm going to kill you!"

Earlier on the mountain road, he said that he wanted to kill Chen Changsheng. It was just a means of negotiation, but because he did have this ability, those words sounded a bit chilling.

At this time, he said that he wanted to kill the middle-aged scholar, but it was more like the helpless cry of a child, which made people feel pitiful.

The middle-aged scholar ignored his roar.

Whether he is one of the top five experts in the Xiaoyao Ranking or the third best assassin in the world, it is a meaningless thing for him, and it is not worth spending any energy and time.

His eyes fell on the mountain path again, and on Chen Changsheng.

The mountains and rivers on his face gradually dissipated, revealing a face that he didn't know if it was his true face.

That face was very handsome, with some vicissitudes of life, like a newly born green plum, or like the ancient Buddha in the legendary Jialan Temple.

He stood among the flesh and blood on the ground, standing amidst endless howls of pain, looking at Chen Changsheng with a calm and indifferent expression, and smiling again.

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Snowflakes were falling, and it was bitingly cold on the mountain road.

Everyone feels so.

Everything happened too fast. When he turned from the mountain road, he saw the middle-aged scholar in front of the woods across the creek. When he turned around to look, the steward of Tianji Pavilion was dead, Liu Qing and Xiao De were seriously injured and were about to die, and more than a dozen monster masters or A tragic death or a life worse than death actually only lasts a few breaths.

Neither Chen Changsheng nor Zhe Xiu nor Tang Sanliu had time to do anything. Of course, even if they did something, it would be meaningless.

Middle-aged scholars are terrible.

After Chen Changsheng came to Kyoto from Xining, he had met some truly peerless experts, but no matter whether it was Zhu Luo in the Eight Directions, Stargazer or Biyanhong, they were far inferior to this middle-aged scholar. Even the original The southern saints I had seen in Xunyang City seemed to be weaker than this middle-aged scholar.

Can His Majesty the Pope be stronger than this middle-aged scholar?

Chen Changsheng had only seen the vast sea of ​​​​stars in the Pope's eyes, but had not seen the Pope personally take action, so he could not draw a conclusion.

If you really want to find someone who can achieve a similar level to this middle-aged scholar in his past monastic career, it can only be Su Li.

And it must be Su Li in his prime and in the best condition.

Back on the snowfield in the Demon Realm, when Su Li pulled out the Sky-Zealing Sword from the yellow paper umbrella and slashed hundreds of miles back south, he felt somewhat the same as he did now.

Who is this middle-aged scholar?

Chen Changsheng suddenly thought of the night he had seen from a distance when he left Zhou Garden and delivered the yellow paper umbrella to Su Li.

The night that emerged from Xue Lao City and covered half of the sky.

At this time, Hanshan was also shrouded in such darkness.

His face instantly turned extremely pale.