I have a role in the heavens

Cheng Jushu looked at Fan Xian who was rushing toward him with red eyes. He opened his mouth and smiled contemptuously at Fan Xian. The ruthless ridicule made Fan Xian feel as if a handful of firewood had been added to the anger in his heart. He roared angrily and waved. With the dagger in his hand, he pierced Cheng Jushu's chest.

As an eighth-level horizontal training master, Cheng Jushu's strength is indeed extraordinary. Everyone knows that horizontal training masters are the most difficult to deal with among warriors. They have powerful strength, hard defense, and even a speed that is far faster than ordinary warriors. , The physical strength and endurance are extremely amazing. Even if the true energy in the body is exhausted, he can still have strong combat effectiveness. If such a person can join the army, he will definitely be a fierce pioneer in attacking cities and villages on the battlefield, and he will be invincible on the battlefield. War general, but horizontal training is also known to be the most difficult path to practice. It requires a strong body innately, and a lot of resources in the future. It is extremely expensive, and the practice is extremely strict and even cruel. You must have such a strong character. And perseverance, only in this way can a master of horizontal training be cultivated. The rewards and efforts are extremely uneven, so masters of horizontal training are extremely rare.

Cheng Jushu didn't take Fan Xian seriously. Although he had reached seventh-level cultivation at a young age, Fan Xian had finally improved to first-level cultivation during his stay in Kyoto and could rival some eighth-level masters. Not including Cheng Jushu, because he is a master of horizontal training and can almost compete with some ninth-level masters, so Cheng Jushu simply stretched out his right hand and grabbed Fan Xian, grabbing Fan Xian's arm that seemed to be attacking quickly. With a little force, Fan Xian was caught in the air. Cheng Jushu used force on his waist and turned his body half a turn to the left. Fan Xian in his right hand was completely thrown up, and was launched like a cannonball, heading straight for the city wall.

"Bang! Uh!!" The first sound was when Fan Xian hit the city wall, and the second sound was when Fan Xian couldn't help but feel the pain as if his body was falling apart. Fan Xian supported the ground with both hands and felt himself It was as if all the bones in his body were broken. He reluctantly changed from lying on his stomach to kneeling. His calves were unable to support his body and he could only kneel on his knees. Fan Xian raised his head with all his strength. His eyes were swollen like apricots. Fan Xian barely opened a crack in his swollen eyes. Fan Xian looked at Cheng Jushu with blurred vision, a little desperate. This assassination had knocked away all Fan Xian's pride and confidence. Now he was only left with regret.

Fan Xian turned to look at the collapsed house, not knowing whether Teng Zijing was alive or dead. Thinking of how Teng Zijing had just been reunited with his family, and because he was in such a situation, he roared, "Ah!"

Fan Xian once again used all his strength, aroused all his potential and anger, and stood up forcefully. He could not fall down, otherwise he and Teng Zijing would really be dead. Taking ten thousand steps back, if Teng Zijing He is already dead, but his wife and children still need to be taken care of by him, and he must not give up.

Cheng Jushu looked at Fan Xian with scars all over his body in surprise, and looked at him differently. He did not expect that this pretty boy had such a tenacious will and could stand up despite such injuries and attack him. However, although Cheng Jushu admired him a little, It is true that he will never show mercy. He has experienced hundreds of battles and naturally knows that the most important thing to show mercy to the enemy is to commit suicide.

Cheng Jushu stepped forward with his big feet, and his heavy steps hit the ground like beating drums, making a heavy sound. However, Cheng Jushu's speed was not slow. He ran like an armored tank, full of courage and indomitable spirit. In front of me, with my invincible momentum, Cheng Jushu did not use any moves, he simply bumped into Fan Xian with his body while running with Fan Xian.

"Bang!" The scene was simply unbearable to watch. Fan Xian was like a little girl who had no power to fight back. He was knocked upside down and flew away. Fan Xian was flying in the air and sprayed directly from his mouth. A large amount of blood came out and sprayed directly on Cheng Jushu's face. He hit the city wall again from a distance, and blood spurted out of his mouth again, as if he was free of money.

Cheng Jushu's face was covered with Fan Xian's blood. He wiped it with his right hand nonchalantly and grinned, as if a Shura from hell had appeared in the human world and could scare the timid people to death.

"You are very good!" A loud and rough voice sounded, like a thunder in the clear sky, which made people's eardrums buzz, and it was impossible to hear what he was saying.

Fan Xian looked at Cheng Jushu with some confusion as he kept opening and closing his mouth, but could not hear clearly what Cheng Jushu was talking about. In desperation, he had no choice but to tilt his head hard. Even with such a slight movement, he could not hear clearly. After exhausting all his strength, his face kept rubbing against the ground. Mud and ashes were smeared on Fan Xian's face. But at this moment, he couldn't care about it at all. Fan Xian had given up the struggle in his heart. Now He was seriously injured, and most of the bones in his body had cracks and fractures. It was already difficult to move and he could no longer continue to attack Cheng Jushu.

Fan Xian grinned bitterly. He never thought that he would end his life here. Thinking about his original dream, to grow old together with Lin Waner, and to live in seclusion in Danzhou with Teng Zijing as neighbors. Thinking about this, Fan Xian fell into imagination. , a longing smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Cheng Jushu looked at Fan Xian who was lying on the ground with a smile on his face. He roared and rushed towards Fan Xian. He was not ready to continue playing and was ready to kill him. He quickly rushed in front of Fan Xian. Cheng Jushu raised his head He picked up his right foot and stepped violently towards Fan Xian, who had no power to fight back. He wanted to trample Fan Xian to death under his feet and make him die wailing.

"Go to hell!" He stepped down hard with his right foot, pointing towards Fan Xian's head.

"Whoops!" A sharp voice came. Cheng Jushu turned around and saw a stone hitting his right leg like a sharp arrow.

Cheng Jushu quickly stretched out his palm-sized hands to intercept the pebbles, but the pebbles suddenly accelerated as they approached Cheng Jushu and just missed Cheng Jushu's hands.

"How is that possible?" Cheng Jushu had a look of shock on his face, which was completely unreasonable.

"Ah!" The seemingly inconspicuous pebble was as sharp as an arrow, directly shooting through Cheng Jushu's tempered body. The zhenqi carried in the pebble rushed through Cheng Jushu's thighs, and Cheng Jushu was stunned. His own Henglian Zhenqi was actually powerless to fight back, and he was defeated step by step by this small burst of Zhenqi.

Cheng Jushu covered his right leg with both hands, and blood continued to flow out from the wound. He looked in the direction of the pebbles with a horrified expression. His eyes seemed to flash, and a sudden figure appeared in front of Cheng Jushu.