Chapter 189 Fate

Zhuo Donglai sighed: "It's a pity that when it comes to death, it is inevitable for everyone to die, and no one can be an exception."

He looked at Xiao Gao, and his pupils had contracted.

"Now it's time for you to die." Zhuo Dong said, "Because you did something wrong again."

"What's the matter?"

"You shouldn't have broken that sword just now." Zhuo Dong said, "If you have a sword in your hand, you can probably resist my thirty moves, but now I can take your life in ten moves."

As soon as he finished saying this sentence, he heard a man say in a cold and arrogant voice, "I'm afraid it's you who are wrong this time."

The dawn is coming, making the light gradually dim, and a milky morning fog has risen in the barren mountains.

A misty and unpredictable person suddenly appeared in the fog, holding a more mysterious box than him in his hand.

"Xiao Lei Xue, it's you."

"It's me." Xiao Lei said coldly, "You probably thought I wouldn't come anymore, because you must be very sure about your gentleman." He said, "In fact, you should also know that gentlemen like this are usually not very reliable."

Zhuo Donglai sighed for a long time: "Xiao Lei Xue, Mr. Xiao, why do you always appear when you shouldn't appear?"

"It's probably because I was born this kind of person."

"I don't like this kind of person. I don't like it very much." Zhuo Donglai's voice calmed down, "I have met this kind of person before."

"Are they all dead in your hands now?"

"Yes." Are you trying to provoke me to take action?

"Yes."

When Zhuo Donglai faced the figure in the fog, he was not afraid at all.

"I said that if it comes to the time when you have to die, no one can escape." His voice sounded as cold and arrogant as Xiao's tears. "But I also believe that you may not be sure to determine who is going to die at the hands of whom today."

Zhu Meng looked at him in surprise, as if he had never seen this person before.

Because he never thought that Zhuo Donglai was such a person and so proud.

Because he doesn't know that if a person's heart is full of inferiority, he will often become the proudest person.

What's more, there are "tears" in Zhuo Donglai's hands.

Some people believe in fate, while others don't.

But most people admit that there is indeed a cold and ruthless mysterious power in the dark, and there are indeed some unexplained things in this world that happen because of this power.

- When the sword first came out, it has been envied by gods and ghosts. If you want to take a relative of the sword-caster as the sacrificial ceremony of this sword, you must use this person's blood to wash away the tears that the sword-caster's dripped on the sword and melt away the fierce spirit of the sword.

Master Xiao, who casts the sword, is undoubtedly a person who believes in fate, so he shed that tear on the sword.

Where is Xiao's tears and blood?

He believes it or not. The people in the fog are still as unpredictable as fog, and no one can guess what's on his mind.

But he suddenly asked Xiao Gao, "Gao Jianfei, is your sword still there?"

"It's gone. I don't have it anymore." Xiao Gao said, "I don't have it. He has it."

"This is your inspiration." Xiao Leixue said, "It's your luck that you lost your sword, and it's your inspiration to break that sword."

"The inspiration? Why is it my idea?" Gao Jianfei said, "I don't understand."

"Because I'm only willing to pass on my sword-breaking skills to people who don't have swords." Xiao Leixue said, "If you still have a sword in your hand, if you don't break the sword, I won't pass it on to you."

"What can you send me? The art of breaking the sword?" Xiao Gao still doesn't understand, "What is the art of breaking swords?"

"There is no unbreakable swordsmanship in the world, no unbreakable sword, and no invincible swordsman."

Xiao Lei Xue said, "If you use appropriate weapons and moves, as long as you meet the person who uses the sword, you can break the method to dismantle the sword and kill the person, which is called the skill of breaking the sword."

His voice seems to be full of a mysterious power.

"Twenty years ago, I regarded the famous swordsmen in the world as snakes, scorpions and beasts, but now, I regard them as dung." Xiao Lei Xue said, "Now in my eyes, they are already vulnerable."

He suddenly asked Xiao Gao again, "Gao Jianfei, is your inspiration still there?"

"It seems to be still there."

"Then you come here."

"Where is Zhuo Donglai?"

"He can wait. I won't let him wait long."

Zhuo Donglai watched Xiao Gao walk over. Not only did he not stop him, but he didn't even react at all, as if he was willing to wait for Xiao Gao to become the skill of breaking the sword.

Unfortunately, he must not be able to practice it. Zhuo Donglai told himself: Even if Xiao Leixue really has the skill of breaking the sword, it can never be practiced in a short short film.

But there may be a mysterious and unexplainable relationship between the two of them, which can make their hearts communicate.

Maybe Xiao Gao can really use that little cleverness to understand the mystery of breaking the sword.

Although Zhuo Donglai has been comforting himself, he still feels a great pressure in his heart.

Because he has always had an unexplained fear of Xiao Lei Xue, he always feels that this person is born with an ability to restrain him - a mysterious ability that has been cursed by the blessings of the gods and demons, a mysterious and evil ability.

Xiao Lei Xue has opened his box.

At this time, it was already dawn, the rising sun had just risen, and a ray of sunshine had just come out of the clouds in the east.

At this moment, only the four sounds of "grid, grid, grid, grid" were heard, and a magical weapon appeared in Xiao Leixue's hand.

The first ray of sunlight from the east, at this moment, just shining on this weapon, making it suddenly flash a mysterious and evil light.

No one has seen this weapon or knows what ingenuity it is.

But everyone who sees it will feel its wonderful and evil power.

Zhuo Donglai's eyes suddenly glowed.

At this moment, he suddenly had a little inspiration in his heart. Suddenly, he thought of a ten-to-nine method, which could definitely put Gao Jianfei to death in an instant.

His body was suddenly full of confidence and strength, a huge force that he had never had before, and even he himself was shocked.

This feeling seems that suddenly some kind of god came to him with a spell on life, to use his hand to completely eliminate a person from the world.

This box seems to be locked with a soul-threatening evil spirit. As long as the box is opened, a person's life must be taken away and locked into this box. It will be doomed.

Zhuo Donglai has always believed in gods, ghosts, immortals and Buddhas, but he believes in this matter, just as he believes that there is indeed a kind of unexplained human power in the world.

Because now he has felt this power himself.

Xiao Lei Xue has handed over the weapon in his hand to Xiao Gao.

"Now you might as well go and bring back Mr. Zhuo's life." He said, "This weapon has not appeared in the world so far, and I'm afraid it will never appear again in the future." Xiao's tearful voice was also like a curse from the underworld: "Because God wants me to create this weapon to use it against Mr. Zhuo. When it appears, it is Mr. Zhuo's death. No matter whose hands it is, it can kill him."

The dense clouds covered the sun again, and even the lights were extinguished. The sky was gloomy, and the murder had moved, and even the gods and ghosts could not be recovered.

The high flight has been swept over like a bird.

Zhuo Donglai stared at the weapon in his hand like a needle, and suddenly loudly toss the "tear mark" in his hand to Xiao Gao.

"This is your sword, and I'll give it back to you."

No one can think of him, Xiao Gao can't think of him.

This sword has followed him for many years and has always been by his side. It has become a very important part of his life. It can even be said that it has become a part of his body and has become one of his flesh and blood.

So he took the sword without even thinking about it - he took the sword with his hand, as if he had completely forgotten that he had already held a broken sword weapon in his hand.

At this moment, he seemed to have no idea at all and could not control himself at all.

Because a rational person can only do such a stupid thing in this case.

Zhuo Dong came to laugh.

Now Xiao Gao has a sword, but the weapon of the broken sword has been taken by him.

He is a very intelligent person, and his eyes are better than others. Xiao Leixue said too much, so that he had enough time to see this weapon with a very strange form and structure clearly, and it has been seen that there are indeed many places in this weapon to restrain the opponent's sword, and even seen the use of it. The method.

It's the same no matter who his opponent is.

Only people like Xiao Leixue can create such a weapon, and only Zhuo Donglai can do such a thing so well.

These two people, who look completely different, have exactly the same opinions in some aspects, and even their thoughts seem to be able to communicate with each other.

Zhu Meng's face changed miserably.

He didn't expect Xiao Gao to do such a stupid thing, but the future changes made him even more unexpected.

Gao Jianfei suddenly flew up like a bird, shook a ball of sword flowers, and stabbed Zhuo Dong.

He shouldn't have taken action first, but he must take the lead before Zhuo Donglai has figured out the structure and utility of this weapon.

He undoubtedly underestimated Zhuo Donglai's wisdom and eyesight.

There seem to be countless sword shadows flashing in the dazzling sword light, but there is only one sword.

Of course, there is only one move in these countless sword shadows.