Fighter of the Destiny

Wuxian Bi rushed to the middle of the cliff, held Bi Yihong's crumbling body, stared at the guest in Tsing Yi, his eyes were extremely hateful, and he wanted to bite him, and shouted sternly: "It turns out to be you! My husband and I have never met you before. No hatred, why do you want to poison my family's heart!"

"Your son was destined to die violently. I thought it would be good to use his death to stir up trouble in this continent, but it's a pity..."

The guest in Tsing Yi said regretfully: "I didn't expect that His Majesty the Pope and the Saint are so young, but their methods are so good. Otherwise, why would I show up."

This is indeed true. If Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong hadn't used their swords to defeat Wuxianbi, there would be no need for him to take action.

At that time, either Chen Changsheng will be defeated by Wuxianbi, or Biyang Hong will not believe Qiu Shanjun's words. In the end, Chen Changsheng will be in danger.

"And that Akiyama-kun."

The guest in Tsing Yi said with emotion: "There are indeed many young and talented people in Middle-earth. We are far overseas, so we can't help but peek into the sky."

Wang Po said: "I advised you outside Hanqiu City a few days ago. Although I don't know your identity, please don't interfere in the affairs of the mainland."

Bie Yihong looked at Qingyi Ke and suddenly said: "If I guessed correctly, you should be Mu?"

Compared with Wang Po, he has been in the sacred realm for longer, and he still has some impressions of some ancient stories.

Hearing these words, the expressions of the three master uncles of Nanxi Zhai, including Wuxianbi and Huairen, changed drastically and they looked very surprised.

The old lady of the Muzhe family had not spoken much today, especially after the appearance of Bieyanghong and Wuxianbi, she was silent for a long time. At this time, she suddenly stood up on crutches and yelled at the guest in Qingyi: "You Westerners He actually came to stir up trouble and trouble again!"

The guest in Qingyi is actually Mu!

Mu is the royal surname of Daxizhou.

Taking a single surname as a name was the most noble meaning in the ancient world of the human race, and this habit still remains today.

For example, Yin, Shang, Tianhai.

Qingyi Kedan's name is the character for animal husbandry, and he is the most remarkable figure in the royal family of Daxizhou.

In terms of seniority, he should be the imperial uncle of Daxizhou now, one generation higher than the empress in Baidi City.

It is said that this person's realm is unpredictable, extremely powerful, and has an arrogant and cold temperament.

The eldest princess of Daxizhou was forced to stay away from her homeland and cross the sea to the mainland to become the queen of the demon clan, Mrs. Mu. It is said that it was because the emperor's uncle believed that her talent was too amazing and her temperament and talent were too strong, threatening the royal family. The orthodox successor's status forced her to leave.

Now that I think about it, this rumor may not be true.

It is true that the breath of the Mysterious Frost Dragon cannot be forged, at least it has never appeared before. However, the founding of the Monster Clan back then was closely related to the Mysterious Frost Dragon Clan. If Mrs. Mu found some secret method in Baidi City, , not that hard to believe.

Bieyanghong looked at the guest in Qingyi and said: "The girl in the painting must be the pastoral wine poem?"

Qingyi Ke said: "Bai Yexing and I have a very bad relationship, but I have always loved this sister-in-law. Do you still dare to go to Baidi City to find her?"

Bie Yihong said: "Not to mention Baidi City, even if she hides in the abyss behind Xue Lao City, I will kill her."

The man in green clothes said: "Then I will go ahead and wait for you there."

After saying this, he looked somewhere to the west.

There is smoke and steam, sea, rain and sky and wind, but they are out of sight and cannot be seen.

With a crackling sound, the copper pieces stained with golden blood peeled off and fell at his feet like gold leaves.

Until the last moment, no one saw the face of the strongest member of the Daxizhou royal family.

In the countless golden rays of light, you can vaguely see some feeling of age.

The light grew brighter and brighter, then suddenly disappeared.

There is no such person in the world.

Only the copper pieces on the ground indicate what happened here.

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…

It's been a long winter day.

Because there were so many things happening, the flow of time seemed extremely slow.

In fact, it didn't take long at all from the time when the three master uncles of Nanxi Zhai said they wanted to unite, to Chen Changsheng's strong opposition, to the time when Wuxianbi's resentful voice sounded, to this moment.

In this short period of time, the three breaths of time after Qing Yi Ke takes action is the most critical.

The reason why Qingyi Ke took action was based on his judgment of the situation in Yaping. If Wang Po hadn't appeared, he would never have taken action. The reason why Wang Po's iron sword appeared was because General White Tiger launched a sneak attack on Chen Changsheng. A strong man of this level actually used sneak attacks. Even he thought that Chen Changsheng would not be able to take it.

Qingyi Ke didn't think so. He believed that as the Pope, Chen Changsheng must have countless means to save his life, so he was prepared to take advantage of the chaos. The broken knife has appeared, so who can stop him? He did not expect that he had been waiting for Wang Po's iron sword to appear, and someone had also been waiting for him to appear.

And that person was a different kind of red that he never expected.

This is the story of three breaths.

Looking back, this story begins with the shot of General White Tiger.

If the White Tiger God General had not tried to kill Chen Changsheng, then these subsequent scenes might not have appeared.

So, where does this story end? Will it end like this?

No.

This shocking battle between the powerful men in the sacred realm is over.

Tsing Yi Ke is dead.

But Chen Changsheng is still alive.

The White Tiger God General put away his iron spear, glanced at Chen Changsheng, turned around and walked back.

When he glanced at Chen Changsheng, the emotion on his face was very indifferent, and he wanted to express his meaning clearly.

——Your Majesty, your life is really good.

Chen Changsheng looked at his back with a calm expression, but did not put down the sword in his hand.

The sword intention started out faint, then became pure, from plain to sharp, until it was terrifying.

The surrounding weeds reacted and rose up without wind, stabbing into the sky.

Of course, the White Tiger Divine General also felt this sword intention.

What this sword intention wants to express is very clear.

——General, do you just want to leave like this?

The White Tiger God General did not stop and did not care about this, with a mocking smile on his lips.

Your Majesty the Pope, I did kill you just now, but so what?

Your realm is not as good as mine, your fighting power is not as good as mine, and you are seriously injured. Even if you have countless magic weapons and treasures around you, can you still kill me?

Of course, that iron knife can kill me. Although Wang Po was also seriously injured, do you think the prince would look on coldly? As for the future... I can go back to Beijing to be the Minister of War. Your Majesty, do you dare to return to Kyoto? Or if I go back to Baihu Pass and have tens of thousands of soldiers and countless powerful formation masters under my command, what can you do to me, Your Majesty the Pope?

These are all his mental activities, and naturally no one can hear them.

But whether it was his indifferent and proud expression or the sword that Chen Changsheng refused to let go, it was enough to explain the situation at this time.

Several Changchun Taoist priests flew out from the imperial mission and came to the middle of Yaping to respond.

The fluttering green clothes blocked Chen Changsheng's sight and the back of the White Tiger General.

Suddenly, green leaves fell.

The color of the green leaves is lighter than the green clothes worn by the Taoists, so they appear lighter.

Those are the leaves of the sycamore tree.

Hundreds of feet away, Xu Yourong held a bow with both hands. There was no arrow on the string, but the arrow had been fired.

It's those green leaves.