Fighter of the Destiny

There are many gaps between the rocks under the bank, one of which is connected to the sewer under the Taoist temple.

During the day, the Tang family had sent people to destroy the formation there and sprinkled a lot of black, sticky, oily substance inside.

The mud-like thing slowly flowed through the gap and came into the sewer of the Taoist temple. It continued to move forward, but there was still no sound. Moreover, it was unknown what kind of material the surface of the thing was composed of, and there was no trace of it. Add a little of that thick black oil.

Chen Changsheng's eyes fell on the other side.

He didn't know that during the day, the other side was very lively. There were many government officials, vendors, fortune tellers, and a blind luthier playing the piano by the water. The restaurant was very lively, and Rob drank two cans of wine there.

He didn't notice that the land behind him was slightly raised, and two frost-colored weeds had crossed the instep of his feet.

The black soil bloomed like quietly blooming petals, and an ugly hand covered with scales and hair stretched out from the ground.

The energy between heaven and earth had undergone slight changes. Chen Changsheng's perception was so sharp that he immediately noticed something strange.

However, his reaction was still a step too slow.

He didn't have time to use the fastest Ye Shibu or use Wanyun Hang to send himself far away.

That ugly and terrifying hand had stretched out from the ground and gripped his ankle tightly.

An indescribable aura spread out from that hand, followed his ankle, and invaded his body.

Chen Changsheng felt as if he had fallen into the crater of a volcano and was enveloped in extremely hot magma. Every part of his skin was stinging and even numb.

This is an illusion, because the breath is not hot, but extremely cold.

The extremely cold and dirty breath rushed into all his meridians, and then began to corrode his flesh and blood.

What's even more terrifying is that the cold and dirty breath seems to have some kind of vitality, turning into a film-like thing, wrapping all 365 of his Qi orifices, which means, The star power in his Qi orifice cannot be broken out in a short time.

The next moment, the breath rushed directly into his chest and abdomen, freezing his Youfu into a snow-capped mountain.

All of this happened in an extremely short period of time.

The yellow leaves that fell from the trees were less than an inch away from the branches, and the stars didn't even have time to flicker.

Chen Changsheng was restrained, and his breathing and heartbeat seemed to be frozen.

Not to mention fighting back, he couldn't even make a sound.

The sneak attacker's methods underground were too insidious, and his aura was too cold and sinister.

If other cultivators, even those at the peak of gathering stars, suddenly encounter such a terrible sneak attack without any preparation, and encounter vicious means that have not been seen in the world for countless years, it is possible that they will Something happened and he died quietly.

Will Chen Changsheng die like this? Under the protection of countless powerful men, in the Taoist temple of the state religion, under this silvery starlight?

Guan Feibai walked out of the Taoist Hall with his sword in hand, still more than ten feet away from Chen Changsheng.

The most important thing is that, except for feeling a slight chill in the night wind, he didn't notice any problems.

The Taoist palace's formation did not notice the arrival of the insidious attacker.

Chen Changsheng's breathing slowed down. Counting from the time he was attacked, the interval between his second breaths was seven times longer.

At the same time, his heartbeat also slowed down. Counting from the sneak attack, his second heartbeat came many times later than the first.

If this continues, maybe his next breath will never come, maybe his heartbeat will stop and he will die.

This was the time Chen Changsheng was extremely close to death, but it was not the latest time.

Since he was ten years old, his life has been accompanied by the shadow of death. Whether under the Beixin Bridge, by the Hanshan Lake, or on the top of Tianshu Mausoleum, he has encountered more dangerous situations, so even if he saw death so clearly Despite the threat, he still did not panic.

What's more important is that he has had many similar experiences on how to deal with the cold atmosphere.

He was blown by the squeaking dragon's breath many times. Over the years, he sometimes turned into a snow sculpture at the bottom of the cave, sometimes into an ice cube in Lenggong Lake.

The breath of the Mysterious Frost Dragon is the coldest thing in the world. Although the breath of the sneak attacker is more sinister, it is still somewhat inferior in this regard.

In a sense, Chen Changsheng is the person in the world who has fought against the coldest aura the most. Whether it is mental or physical, his endurance is far beyond that of normal people, even those who are strong in the sacred realm. , and may not be stronger than him in this aspect.

In the view of the sneak attacker, Chen Changsheng's body and consciousness should be frozen at this time, and his thinking should stop, let alone fight back.

Chen Changsheng was indeed unable to move at this time, but he could still think.

As long as he can think, no one can trap him.

In the extremely slow, almost stopping breathing and heartbeat, he thought slightly.

Countless swords filed out of the hidden-edge scabbards!

Countless fierce sword intentions enveloped the back garden beside Wenshui River.

Countless sword lights slashed wildly around, the stars suddenly shattered, the frost grass suddenly broke, countless deep sword marks appeared on the ground, and the slightly hard soil splashed everywhere.

The formation in the Taoist palace was finally touched, and a clear light emerged from the eaves of the palace, covering the entire Taoist palace and the back garden.

In the countless sword rays, there was a faint groan, and at the same time there was a chirping sound, as if something was broken.

The grass kept rising, as if something underground was trying to get away.

The source of that foul aura was gone. Chen Changsheng was no longer in danger of his life, but he could not move for the time being and was still in danger.

The group of swords flew back and hung around his body, forming an airtight sword array, making a buzzing sound.

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Looking at Chen Changsheng standing by the water from a distance, Guan Feibai had already noticed something strange.

It was impossible for Chen Changsheng's changes in breathing rate and heartbeat to be hidden from his transparent sword heart.

Then, he saw the black soil on the grass and the hand holding Chen Changsheng's ankle strangely.

The long sword was unsheathed, and he rushed over there, but his mood was extremely nervous, because he realized that he might not be able to make it in time.

At this moment, countless sword lights appeared on the grass, cutting the stars and frost grass into pieces, and at the same time forced the sneak attacker to reveal his figure.

Looking at the ridge on the grass, Guan Feibai left his hand and slashed towards that place.

A white sword light lit up in the night beside Wenshui River.

The starlight in the sky suddenly dimmed a few points, the frost grass gnawed, and the yellow leaves were broken.