Fighter of the Destiny

Bie Yihong looked at the scene outside the room, her eyes slightly condensed.

That short figure exuding a cold aura seems to be practicing the most vicious technique in the world. Why does his aura feel familiar?

But at this moment, why bother thinking about those things.

"We are the ones who are destined to die, the kid is young and what he has to do today is too important to be disturbed,"

Biyanghong was answering Zhusu's confusion just now.

Wuxianbi didn't care about these things at all. He looked at Chusu with disgust on his face and shouted: "What the hell are you?"

Zhu Su smiled and said nothing.

His smile was ugly and the chill he exuded was very strong.

Infinite Bi's expression became even more disgusted.

Bie Yihong said: "I see the aura of a senior in you. Could it be that he really practiced such evil techniques?"

Listening to this, Chu Su remained silent, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, he shook his head and stopped thinking about those things.

"I know that you are very powerful. Even if you are seriously injured now and will bleed to death with a broken arm, your counterattack before your death is not something I can bear. So I will not get close to you. I will use the safest method and the most seriousness. Use local methods to kill you slowly and carefully."

Zhusu continued: "Then I will eat you and see if I can increase my power."

Wuxianbi was furious after hearing this and shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about, you lunatic!"

"I'm serious." Zhusu said, "This possibility has been mentioned in my practice, but no one has tried it."

Bie Yihong remembered a certain rumor and said with a slightly cold expression: "You really cultivated Huang Quanliu."

When the origin of the technique was revealed, Su didn't react much and still stood outside the house.

The poisonous mist gradually spread.

The crystal stones on the floor gradually lost their final luster, and the wooden towers were attacked and could no longer support themselves, collapsing one after another with a loud sound.

There was a dense grinding sound from nowhere, and hundreds of rats poured out from the ground and came to the courtyard, quickly covering the white cobblestones.

Some of these mice were stained with oil, some had wilted fur, and their small eyes were filled with blood, making them look particularly strange.

Both the picture and the sound are so creepy.

Zhu Su stared at the different red and infinite blue colors on the wall, his eyes turned blood red, and his smile was so weird and terrifying.

He raised his right hand and pointed forward.

Countless rats made shrill screams, flew past him, and swarmed into the house.

Wuxianbi's face turned extremely pale, she hid behind Biyanghong and screamed.

"Kill these ghosts quickly!"

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There was an exclamation in front of the imperial city.

Then, it turned into many exclamations.

The screams were connected together and gradually turned into a tsunami.

Even after it calmed down a bit, the square was still buzzing.

That was the voice of the people talking.

A moment ago, a shocking news came.

——Xiao De and the River Clan strongman Xia Luo officially announced their withdrawal from the Heavenly Selection Ceremony!

The ceremony has reached the final stage, with only one step away from the final victory, supreme glory and a wonderful future. At this time, some contestants actually quit?

Especially Xiao De, this truly strong man at the top of the Xiaoyao Ranking is favored by all the demon people. Even if Xuanyuan Po was so majestic the day before and the young man in the hat was so mysterious, his status in the hearts of the people could not be shaken. , but actually he also quit?

What exactly is this for?

No matter how the people speculated and discussed, the withdrawal of Xiaode and the strong man from the River Tribe was a foregone conclusion.

No one knows that from the beginning to the present, the entire situation of the Heavenly Selection Ceremony has always been under the complete control of Mrs. Mu.

The only thing she didn't expect, or what she regretted a little, was that Xuanyuan Po didn't die.

In her opinion, the strength of Zhu Su was far superior to that of Xuanyuan Po, and coupled with the mysterious and sinister nature of the Huang Quanliu technique, Xuanyuan Po should have no chance of surviving.

What happened last night? Why has there been no movement in the Lower City? Could it be that the little monster didn't dare to take action?

Mrs. Mu stood by the railing, hands folded, quietly looking at the entire Baidi City.

She withdrew her gaze from the neighborhood along the Red River and landed on the square in front of the Imperial City.

Looking down from this height, the crowd in the square looked like a dense swarm of ants.

This is probably the feeling of being condescending?

She was still expressionless, but there seemed to be a lot of sarcasm and exhaustion hidden in the slightly raised corners of her lips.

The black ant colony suddenly started to move, as if being separated by an invisible force, and gradually became two sides.

Is this the camp?

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The demon people who came to watch the battle were naturally divided into two camps.

The number of people behind Xuanyuan Po was obviously more than that of his opponents. The darkness was like a real ocean, and even the area near the castle tower was crowded with people.

His opponent is naturally the young man wearing a hat.

The young man wearing a hat stood opposite him, and behind him stood some meddling people and some officials with complicated expressions.

Compared with Xuanyuan Po's momentum, he should look a little lonely, even pitiful, but I don't know why he doesn't.

Or maybe it's because he acted too calm and ordinary.

He just stood quietly on the white stone ground, his hands hanging quietly by his side.

He didn't speak, nor did he fold his arms or hands or look at the mountains in a casual manner.

But everyone who sees him will have a feeling that everything in the world is normal for this young man wearing a hat.

No matter life or death, the Chosen Ceremony, or the next battle.

Xuanyuan Po also felt this change.

The young man wearing a hat gave him a completely different feeling from the previous two days.

If we talk about the past two days, this young man was like a flower in the fog, unable to see clearly and easily ignored.

So today the fog is about to lift.

It turned out that there were no flowers in the fog, just a real solitary peak.

Impossible to climb or even approach.

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Countless pairs of eyes fell on the two figures in front of the imperial city.

The vast majority of the people naturally support Xuanyuan Po. Regardless of his origins, the day before yesterday he unleashed the power of thunder with an iron fist, attracting countless fanatical admirers.

As for the young man wearing a hat, although he seems mysterious and has unpredictable methods, how can people who don't know the inside story think highly of him?

Xuanyuan Po's thoughts were different from those of the people.

Just a face to face.

He knew that he was no match for this person.

A solitary peak appears in the world. How unusual is the scenery?

The young man wearing the hat is much higher than him.

Don't talk about him, even if Xiaode didn't quit, even if Chen Changsheng came, he might not be able to win.

Then he remembered what Bie Yihong said last night. If the other party really comes from that snowy city in the north, what should he do?

"No matter what you try to do today, I'm going to stop you."

He paused for a moment and continued: "Even if you die."