What is fate is a seemingly complex question, but it is only a delicate question

Some people regard fate as something that is imposed on them without knowing who or what imposes it on them, and the common characteristic of God, God, destiny, the wheel of history, and the will of the universe is that they regard fate as an external object, and they are only innocents who passively accept it.

Innocence can usually be understood as innocence, and the innocent self is forced to accept foreign objects that he is unwilling to accept, and to resist is to resist the will of God, which is the so-called rebellion against heaven that can be called a feat of self-proclaim.

It's kind of ridiculous.

If there is such a thing as providence, whether it is against heaven or against heaven is itself a contradictory proposition, and those actions that claim to be against heaven do not know if it is another form of shuntian.

Judging from the past, Chongyang is a standard rebel, who does not accept the defects of nature and struggles. Until you reach the top.

But what if all this is arranged?

His character. His life, his struggles, his conquests. It's all "I don't know who" existence deliberately arranges the design, including coming into this world. The need to fight for the holy sword, the need to kill the tyrant, is just a procedural arrangement, so what?

Chongyang has doubts, but he is not confused.

Maybe all this is arranged, but everything you see and hear in front of you is your own reality, so just make your own choice.

Go with the flow. Against the sky.

"I will kill you, your generals, your kings. small

The tone is calm. It's like telling a story of a matter that is taken for granted, a future that is bound to happen.

Red Wolf Captain Sizo didn't know Chongyang's psychological feelings. So when I hear this kind of natural narration, I feel like I want to laugh at first, then I feel cold, and then I want to laugh again.

The first laugh was anger and contempt, and the second laugh was self-deprecation for unconsciously having a hint of jealousy of the other party's words.

There's no need to talk any more, just keep fighting.

"Eagle Soar!"

The strange posture of the short body almost close to the ground, the faster speed, the more ferocious explosion power, and the frost leaf grasped by the backhand are overwhelming, and the creation of man is one.

This move, even if you miss a single blow, you can continue to have seven different variations! Completely forcing the opponent into a dead corner with extreme speed and sharpness is the essence of the hair trick that Si Zuo has cultivated.

Fang was just struck by the big sword, but the other party was taken by surprise, and he was just careless for a while. In fact, the great sword is difficult to grasp. And the move changes are rough and extremely inflexible. That's what he's good at dealing with

Swordsmanship in the world. However, it is not broken. When Si Zuo charged in front of Chongyang full of pride, he suddenly saw the other party "slowly" swinging the big sword in his hand.

His physical perception time had changed from the move he cast, so the other party's unhurried swing of the sword seemed to him to be a comical slow motion, but it was a slow motion that could have been easily avoided. made him feel like he couldn't avoid it.

If the "Eagle Soar" is sniped by the enemy, there can be eighteen ways to deal with it, and it can be transferred from all angles after going up, down, left, right, and back, but Chongyang's seemingly ordinary sword makes Si Zuo's eighteen ways to deal with it unable to be used!

The way of the sword is reasonable, back to the basics.

"Impossible!" szo yelled in his heart, and had to parry it with all his might.

Boom again, the eyes of the guards were about to bulge, and their captain seemed to deliberately send himself up to let the opponent beat him again, and was slashed by a sword again into the back building, slammed into the wall, and pasted on it in a large font.

Chongyang looked at this scene indifferently and withdrew his big sword.

The perception of fate brought about by the mysterious idea made him vaguely contact with the supreme mystery of the so-called kendo in this world. I also gradually understood the essential difference between swordsmanship and magic, and even similar homology.

Why didn't magic develop in this world, why did the legacy of a god-level mage be the Holy Sword? In other words, he spied the truth behind the surface of this world

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It was only a move away from Fang Cai, but at this moment, Chongyang, who had comprehended the truth, had widened the gap with Si Zuo by a whole level.

The Red Wolf Captain, who was clinging to the wall like a dying block girl, naturally couldn't think of and couldn't accept this fact. Sizo was stunned for a while. His throat was salty, and the corners of his mouth were dripping with scarlet liquid.

The humiliation of being suppressed and injured turned into great anger, and he suddenly burst into the brilliance of his sword, and attached it to the light armor around his body with a strong protective qi, forming a pair of powerful armor that seemed to be substantial.

Forming armor with Gang Qi is a volley-level sword, another iconic recommendation of the sect! A swordsman who has cultivated to this realm, even if he only wears a cloth coat, can run wild on the battlefield. Taking a step further after Gangjia, Si Zuo condensed his sword momentum to the famous sword frost leaf, deriving layers of sword shadows. It's like bright red leaves clustered on the branches of a tree.

By attaching the sword momentum, the swordsman will be transformed into a derivative form, and then exert a stronger sword energy, and there will be no dead end moves.

"Kill!" he kicked his feet, stepped into the void, and volleyed a sword.

The shadow of the sword as if it was a substance came from all directions, and if Chongyang was hit by this, he would immediately be dismantled, and a piece of intact limbs could not be left.

Chongyang's face was solemn. But he didn't dodge or dodge, and a simple single sword caught up, and he broke the heavy sword shadows of the frost leaf one after another, and collided with the famous sword body in Si Zuo's hand.

"Why!?, this is just a handful of bottom-ranked garbage, why can it resist my frost leaf so easily. And he didn't even use his sword momentum and qi to exert his qi!?"

Zo's face contorted. Said incredulously.

"The rankings are just a competition. Chongyang lightly denied the long-standing authority of Sword Saint Mountain.

"The power of breaking mountains. How can it be compared to a shallow leaf? It has always been unremarkable, but in fact no one has used its true power. ”

This is a weapon forged by the "Majesty" in the mysterious mind, and it is simply ridiculous to be reduced to the end of a hundred swords. The fact should be that after so many years of inheritance, no master can exert its power like "Hou Fei".

The big sword has no edge, the avenue is invisible, only sincerity can be with it.

"Break the mountain with a sword!"

The two sides are in between. Chongyang's hands exerted force in vain, and the rich red color of the blade of the big sword flashed, and the already heavy sword body seemed to be added to the weight of thousands of times, suddenly increasing the oppression of Si Zuo.

In a trance, Si Zuo seemed to see a giant sword standing up to the sky and the earth, swinging towards him.

For the third time, he was blasted out, piercing through the wall of the building, crashing in from one side and out from the other.

"Open the mountain and break the rock!"

Chongyang then took another step, and then from the bottom to the top, he circled the big sword, and slashed out a sword, bursting out a light red shock wave that was twenty meters long, splitting the entire building in half, and the remaining momentum did not stop. It slammed into the body of Zo behind the building.

With a bang. Szo felt like he was being torn apart. The pieces of armor on his body burst out, suffered a violent shock, and the seven orifices bled out, blood and tears blurred, and they flew away high.

The moment before he saw that he was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly turned around, barely stabilized his posture and landed, and spat out blood again, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

If you can't win, run away!

Realizing the gap in strength with the other party, he had the idea of retreating, the enemy was so strong, it was not too humiliating to run away. As for the subordinates who remained on the scene, they were no longer in his consideration.

The thought flashed, and Szorishi sped away in the opposite direction, stumbling a little because of the injury.

"Want to go?" Chongyang saw this scene through his right eye, and immediately took out the magic technique and recited the incantation.

"Don't let him use his hex."

The sergeant of the pro-guard team shouted, calling on the remnants to unleash their sword qi and attack the black-robed young man's rear

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"Scorching Heaven!"

Chongyang avoided the sword qi with explosive steps, and cast magic to condense many demon array fireballs. Part of it was aimed at the annoying guards, and part was aimed at the figure that was rapidly fleeing.

Ann Shot!

Multiple rays of scorching light burst out, piercing through the void and piercing the sergeants' chests or heads, strafing the Red Wolf Captain who fled for his life in the distance.

"What is this" Sensing the danger, Zo tried his best to dodge and parry, but was still shot through his thigh by a scorching light. He screamed and fell to the ground. He even abandoned the frost leaves, dragging his injured leg and gritting his teeth to flee, until he was desperate to see Chongyang catch up with him with explosive steps.

"Order your troops to stop their atrocities, and you will not die. ”

Chongyang grabbed Si Zuo's neck and pressed him to the ground, coldly speaking.

In the castle of the lord of Les City, the Red Wolf General heard the urgent report of the dark personnel, and his brows slowly furrowed.

"Our department is hunting down Douron, the mastermind behind the murder of Chief Corgi. Ying Shi, who was countered by the other party with the demon blood sacrifice demon technique, "Crow." The team suffered heavy casualties. On the other hand. Captain Si Zuo was sniped by the strong men of the Mysterious Sword Sect and was captured by the other party, and under the severe coercion of the other party, he sent a signal to gather his troops and stop the operation."

There was a crunch. Lonal crushed the wine glass in his hand. A gloomy face.

The spy hurriedly knelt on the ground, trembling slightly with fear under the general's coercion.

I thought that an extermination operation would be a sure thing, but it failed on two fronts!? Lonal could not accept this fact, if he said Lun. Ying suddenly sacrificed an extraordinary demonic method, and it can barely be understood as the dying counterattack of the evil swordsman, where did the sword sect that sniped Si Zuo come from!?

"Give me more details, you can't miss any of the details. ”

The Red Wolf General threw the fragment of the cup in his hand to the ground and said in a cold tone.

It's really the opposite. A border city, there are stubborn and stupid lords, vicious evil swordsmen, rebels of unknown origin, and trouble after trouble.

The mission delivered by the king must be completed, the city must be completely conquered, no matter who wants to get in the way, there is only one way to die!

Ronal listened to the scout's trembling words, took the saber from his waist and stroked it gently to calm his mind.

Bestowed by the King. One of the famous swords closest to the existence of the holy sword in the entire continent "Drinking Hatred." "The blood of the enemy will be drunk again.