Fighter of the Destiny

The knight was in his twenties, with soft eyebrows, but a cold and noble air. When he said this, he looked at the dilapidated gate of the National Education Academy, as if he didn't even see the three Chen Changsheng who came in a hurry. People seem extremely proud.

Chen Changsheng and the others arrived in a hurry. Tang Sanliu held his hair in his hands. Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned. When he heard what the knight said, he narrowed his eyes. After taking a look, Without saying a word, he turned around and walked back to the Chinese Academy of Education.

Xuanyuan Po didn't look at the knights, but just looked at the dying war horse that fell in the water. He was a boy from the demon race. He recovered from his injuries very quickly. His right arm still needed Chen Changsheng's treatment, but his left leg was healed and he didn't need crutches. , walked over slowly.

Chen Changsheng stood alone at the door of the National Education Academy, looking at the knights and the indifferent and proud young nobleman.

Breaking down doors and smashing pots is the most violent method. If there is no irresolvable hatred, it is rarely used. He did not know this young noble, but he could guess why the other party came. He slowly clenched his fists, and then remembered that he I forgot my dagger in the small building.

Xuanyuan Po walked up to the war horse and squatted down. Seeing the majestic horse lying dying in the rain, and the blood spraying from the horse's lips, the demon boy's eyes gradually faded. It got cold.

It rained lightly again in the early morning. The raindrops fell on the water, stirring up small splashes. They fell on the body of the war horse, which looked very cold. Xuanyuan Po lowered his head, touched the body of the war horse, which was getting colder, and stretched out his right hand. Hold the horse's neck and apply slight pressure.

There was a muffled sound and the rain continued to fall. The war horse closed its eyes and was relieved.

Xuanyuan Po stood up, looked at the young nobleman on the horse and said: "To break down the door of our courtyard, you can use rocks or tree tops. Why do you have to let it pull a car and hit it? Just because you think this will happen. Looking tough? No, this only makes you more shameless."

The young noble ignored him, because although the demon boy had something to do with that incident, it was not his main goal here today. He looked down at Chen Changsheng and said with an indifferent expression: "Are you Chen Changsheng?"

Chen Changsheng did not answer, because a gust of wind passed by his side.

The gust of wind broke through the light rain that fell on the National Education College together with the morning light, and swept towards the dozen or so cavalry outside the courtyard gate!

That person was Tang Sanliu. Like Chen Changsheng, he had left his sword in the small building before. Seeing the scene at the courtyard gate, he returned to the National Education Academy without saying a word. It was not because he was afraid or wanted to Go find reinforcements, but go back and get the sword.

Only when the sword is in hand can you kill the enemy.

Without any words, Tang Sanliu rushed out of the National Education Academy with his sword in hand, heading towards the young nobleman and the dozen or so riding generals without stopping!

The Wenshui Sword glowed with cold light, and in the dim morning rain, a sun suddenly appeared. The red light dispersed around, not warm, but chilling!

The sunset hangs!

The courtyard door was deliberately broken down. This is such an outrageous thing.

Tang Sanshiliu was very angry, so he used the three most powerful Wenshui moves!

In the morning rain, the dim courtyard gate suddenly became as bright as noon.

The young noble raised his eyebrows slightly, moved his horse ahead of schedule, and took a few steps back.

Two knights appeared in front of him. With a flip of their wrists, two spears made of fine iron appeared in the wind and rain, facing Tang Sanliu's sword.

Only the most powerful Northern Army in the Great Zhou Dynasty would be equipped with this kind of iron spear.

Seeing these two iron spears rising through the wind and rain, Tang Thirty-Six knew that these dozen or so people who looked like knights in Kyoto, looking at their colorful clothes and angry horses, were actually good soldiers who had returned from the north, but he No one could care about this, Wenshui Sword still rolled forward with blood filled with murderous intent.

Wherever the sword passed, the rain turned into white smoke!

Two deafening crisp sounds resounded in the morning rain!

when! when!

The two iron guns split into four pieces and flew across the depths of the rain. They landed heavily on the ground, splashing rainwater, shattering the bluestone slabs, and smashing the outer wall of a building on the street. The broken parts of the iron guns were faintly red. When rain falls on it, it evaporates instantly!

The two knights were knocked off their mounts with muffled groans, and fell into the rain. Two clear sword marks appeared on their chests, and blood gurgled out!

This is the true power of Wenshui Three Swords Sunset Hanging!

In the battle with Qijian in front of Weiyang Palace the night before, the test was about victory and defeat, not life and death. With Chen Changsheng guiding him, Tang Sanliu was a little restrained and could not let himself go as he pleased. How could he come out in anger like this morning? , truly unleashing your strength to your heart’s content.

Of course, those two knights were both strong men in the Northern Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Tang Sanliu struck out in anger, cutting off the opponent's iron spear with one sword, and shot the opponent down into the rain. He also paid a price, and the bun he had just tied with his hands was loose. He was slumped, with black hair hanging around his shoulders, and his face was slightly pale.

He held the Wenshui Sword and stood in the morning rain, looking at those people with an extremely proud look on his face and no signs of injury.

In just an instant, he raised his true energy to its peak, as if magma was flowing in his meridians, and the Wenshui Sword had just given birth to a sun. At this time, the rain fell on his black hair, and his body also fell on the sword edge, turning everything into white smoke.

It was like he was standing in smoke.

The young noble looked at Tang Sanliu and guessed who he was. His eyes slowly narrowed, like willow leaves, and his eyes became sharper. Cold words were forced out from his thin and ruthless lips, and It has become much sharper: "How brave, how dare you..."

He didn't finish what he said because Tang Sanliu shouted: "What are you waiting for? Don't let him finish!"

When he said what he was waiting for, Xuanyuan Po had already lifted a corner of a large wooden board out of the rain.

The gate of the National Education College was built countless years ago. When the teaching center was renovated some time ago, it was not replaced because it was still strong enough. The gate is two people tall and about two palms thick. If it hadn't been destroyed by the horse before, The war horses and carriages collided at the cost of their lives and were difficult to break.

The courtyard gate is now broken, and what Xuanyuan Po has lifted up now is the broken fragment of the courtyard gate. It is still two people tall and about two palms thick, and the tree looks like a rockery.

Even practitioners who have thoroughly cleansed their marrow would find it difficult to lift up the remaining pieces of the courtyard gate with their own strength.

Xuanyuan Po's right arm was injured, but his left arm was able to exert force. With the talent of the demon clan's blood, he could just lift the board.

Several knights noticed his movements, and in order to ensure the safety of the young noble, they leaned over there.

At this time Tang Sanshiliu finished speaking.

Xuanyuan Po roared angrily, raised the mountain-like courtyard door panel with one arm, and smashed it towards the young noble!

boom! A terrifying loud noise sounded in the morning rain, and countless smoke and dust broke through the rain.

The ground in front of the National Education College shook slightly, and the rainwater accumulated on the ground seemed to jump out!

Two groans!

The two knights turned into two black shadows, fell far into the depths of the morning rain, and fell heavily to the ground.

They still hold the iron guns, but the iron guns are bent!

The young noble's horse saw the opportunity very quickly and took a few steps away. He was not hit by Xuanyuan Po, so he was naturally uninjured. However, his clothes were stained by the splash of sewage and smoke. His previously indifferent eyebrows could no longer be maintained. Reserved nobility.

His face became a little pale, and his right hand holding the horse's rein trembled slightly.

Not fear, but anger.

His eyes fell on the three young men outside the gate of the National Education Academy.

Tang Sanliu stood in the smoke with a sword.

Xuanyuan Po stood in the rain holding the door panel.

Standing under the broken rain eaves of the courtyard gate, Chen Changsheng did not take any action and his clothes were not even wet.

He was really angry.

He broke through the gate of this dilapidated courtyard at the cost of a war horse. He felt that this was very iron-blooded and in line with his identity and character. When the people in this dilapidated courtyard came out, he was ready to reprimand him immediately. Wei, and then get angry.

As a result, not to mention getting angry, four of his subordinates were seriously injured without even uttering a complete sentence.

He broke down the gate of the National Education College, but the other party actually carried the broken door, leaving him in such a mess!

Chen Yu's momentum to break the courtyard has been severely frustrated, which makes him very uncomfortable and angry!

Everyone in Kyoto knew what terrible consequences would happen if he got angry.

When he is angry, even Zhou Tong must remain silent!

He looked at the three teenagers in the rain as if they were three dead people.

"very good……"

The young nobleman laughed angrily, with a trace of red color appearing on his pale cheeks, which made him look very unhealthy and a little sinister.

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Before the young noble spoke again, Tang Thirty-Six said to Chen Changsheng: "When he speaks later, don't let him finish."

Xuanyuan Po also looked at Chen Changsheng. They had already taken action before, and now it was this guy's turn.

Chen Changsheng looked at him and asked in confusion: "Why?"

"Don't give him a chance to get angry. Suffocate him to death!"

"Just like your original arrangement the night before yesterday?"

"Yes."

"That's important because I'm unhappy so he can't be happy either."

Tang Sanliu looked at the ruins of the gate of the National Education Academy and said expressionlessly.

Chen Changsheng looked at the dilapidated courtyard gate, silent, and found that he was also very unhappy.

At this moment, the young noble's voice sounded in the light rain. "very good……"

Chen Changsheng made up his mind, looked up at the other party and said something.

He was a little hesitant when he said it, he was not used to it, and he was a little resistant. Because he never said anything like that. But other than that, he didn't know how to interrupt the other person. And just like Tang Sanliu said, the break in of Yuzhong Education Academy made him very angry.

"good……"

He looked at the young noble and said seriously and cautiously: "...it belongs to your aunt."

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From Xining Town to Kyoto, he had never scolded anyone and rarely uttered curse words, so what he said at this time was very unfamiliar and even a bit stiff. He paused several times, just like a child learning to speak for the first time. Spill out the words one by one.

Logically speaking, the other party had enough time to interrupt him, but he didn't.

Chen Changsheng thought that he finally did it, although it seemed a little clumsy.

He looked at Tang Sanliu, hoping to get some praise, but found that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

In the morning rain, the gate of the Chinese Academy of Education was quiet. The smoke and dust in the ruins were wet on the ground by the rain and did not dare to rise.

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