Chapter 890 Fighter and Sword
A vermilion star lit up silently in the sky!
The ribbon-like divine light was like a barrier that penetrated the world, crashing down from the sky, and together with the other two divine auras, enveloped Chen Ling!
"Another divine aura?"
"Three divine auras descended at the same time, how is this possible?!"
Amid the exclamations of the crowd, Chen Ling looked up blankly, and three divine auras were lined up in the sky above him, like three pupils from a distant world... They were looking at themselves.
"The color is like cinnabar, the shape is like glass... There is no mistake, this is the 'Xi Shendao'."
"'Xi Shendao'? That's quite rare... But what is the relationship between him and the 'Xi Shendao'?"
"Is he good at acting or singing?"
"As far as I know, no... But his imaginary brother is."
The three divine auras appeared in the air, attracting the attention of most people present, but then, in the void behind Chen Ling, a pair of scarlet pupils opened silently!
Anger and intimidation flowed from those pupils, like a wriggling sea, and their target was the three Shinto stars in the sky!
…
Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom…
The sound of footsteps on the floor was like thunder, coming from behind one after another. At such a close distance, it almost shattered the eardrums of Jian Changsheng and the other two!
The three of them turned their heads at the same time, and saw that the "audience" that made their scalps numb seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with their action of breaking the curtain. The terrifying pressure was like an invisible big hand, trying to crush their bodies into pieces!
Pain appeared on the faces of Jian Changsheng and the other two at the same time, and their blood vessels bulged one by one, as if they were about to burst!
The palm that originally tore open the corner of the curtain was also gradually withdrawn by pressure...
…
Crack——
Bursts of explosions came from under Chen Ling, and the three Shinto that were covering his feet just now seemed to be squeezed by something and shattered inch by inch!
Everyone was stunned.
"This... what's going on? Can the [God's Favor] be withdrawn?"
"I finally got the [God's Favor] in a desperate situation, but I can only watch them retreat... What a pity."
The three sacred roads gradually moved away from Chen Ling, leaving only the vast wind and snow, drowning the red-clothed figure nailed to the skeleton...
Chen Ling stared at this scene blankly for a long time, as if completely desperate, and smiled miserably in self-abandonment.
...
"Damn... what the hell is this thing?!!"
Jian Changsheng half-knelt on the stage in pain, staring at the swarming and squirming scarlet pupils, cursing.
"Destruction, it is the breath of destruction." Sun Bumian said in a deep voice, "It... is the rumored Destruction."
"Then how can we resist it?"
"We can't resist it... even if it's just a memory."
"What about the red heart? He's still there.
Sun Bumian's eyes rarely showed bitterness, "We can't save him... no one in this world can save him. "
"Bullshit!!!"
Jian Changsheng was furious, "I didn't break the wall with so much effort just to see him get beaten! Bu Mian! You saved me just now, didn't you? ! Now all three of us are here, but nothing can be changed? ? "
"Is he the same as us? Don't you see what's in his fate? ? "Sun Bu Mian pointed at the squirming scarlet,
"Tell me, how are you going to deal with this guy?"
"..."
Jian Changsheng was speechless.
...
"...You guys again." Chen Ling laughed bitterly,
"Yes, I should have thought of it earlier... Once I walk on the Shinto, it means there is a possibility of escaping your control, how can you let it go?"
"You wish I would stay on the stage forever and become a puppet for your entertainment..."
Chen Ling looked at the Shinto that was receding like a tide, with only deep despair and madness in his eyes,
"Come on, Qian! ! Don't you want to kill me? Do it! ! Shoot at my head! Remember, if you want to kill me completely, you have to shoot twice! ! "
Chen Ling's roar echoed above the wind and snow.
...
Jian Changsheng looked sideways and saw Chen Ling's hysterical appearance. His fists clenched unconsciously...
"Fuck you! ! "
He turned his head suddenly and pulled off the silver pendant on his neck. The scabbard was like a small dagger, which he held in his hand.
He used the sharp edge of the pendant to pierce his chest, and then cut a bloody wound downwards!
The scarlet blood poured onto the ground! !
"Tao, what are you going to do?" Sun Bumian's pupils shrank slightly.
"Isn't it just a memory? What's there to be afraid of! "Jian Changsheng's eyes were full of bloodshot. He used the pendant to cut open his abdomen. The pain made his body burst out with potential, and he stood up little by little under the pressure of the world's destruction...
"I don't believe this evil..."
"He changed my life once... This time, it's my turn."
[Jian Changsheng's eyes were unprecedentedly resolute and resolute.]
[If fate is an unstoppable bull, Jian Changsheng is a fighter in red cloth. He has fought with his own fate thousands of times. Even if he fails, he will stumble and get up.]
[He has fought with his own fate so many times, and he has never given up...]
[This time, he is going to kneel to Chen Ling's fate?]
[Absolutely impossible.]
Jian Changsheng roared and rushed towards the slowly healing curtain. The silver pendant in his hand was like an unstoppable sword. With his full strength, he stabbed at the gap in the curtain!
The sword of the fighter was unstoppable;
The sword pierced into the curtain, and the "luck" began to be consumed crazily. Jian Changsheng's bloody hands grasped the hilt and cut the curtain downwards...
The curtain was broken bit by bit, and Jian Changsheng's pendant was gradually worn out, but he had no intention of stopping.
The pupils of Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua shrank in disbelief...
[Chen Ling's life is a script that has been arranged. There is no "if" in his life. ]
[But this time, perhaps the fighter gambled everything, perhaps the audience was moved, or perhaps everyone was looking forward to a new possibility...]
[So, a new page appeared in his fate. ]
[This is the "if" of "if". ]
...
Bang--! ! !
A thunderous sound came from the sky!
Qian Fan, who had just raised his gun and pointed it at Chen Ling's forehead, felt the ground shake and looked up blankly...
Rose red, pitch black, deep purple;
The three Shinto stars in the sky that should have disappeared, at this moment, were magnificent and brilliant!!
The three Shinto roads almost broke through the sky and the snow at the same time, like an unstoppable sword, enveloping Chen Ling who was nailed to the skeleton...The turbulent breath swept across the earth, knocking everyone in the courtyard to the ground!
This time,
Shinto returned because of them.