1674: C1674 A Single Sword Strike to Suppress Heaven's Pride(part Ii)

C1674 A Single Sword Strike to Suppress Heaven's Pride(part Ii)

"The thread of destiny was actually cut off? How is this possible, how is this possible?!"1

Amidst the deathly silence, someone screamed out in an extremely sharp tone. It was as if a series of chain reactions had occurred, as if a dam had been flooded. Countless cries of shock and alarm seemed to have found an outlet to escape and burst out.

"If even the thread of destiny can be cut off, doesn't this mean that the person can escape their own fate?"

"Life, what is life?!" Sometimes life must always come to an end, and when life is not meant to be, do not force yourself, and who can contend against fate! "

"Anyone who can struggle free from their own destiny is a supreme existence, and is also an existence that can shake the heavens and earth!"

"Even though he is the chosen one of Heaven's Mandate and he carries the destiny with him, he still hasn't broken free from it. His destiny is to bear the destiny, and act on behalf of the heavens!"

Amongst the crowd, many people cried out in disbelief as though they had been placed in a frying pan.

"Xiao Qiu Yu is you — —"

The Mandate of Heaven's child shouted out a name in shock, causing everyone to fall silent once more.

At the same time, everyone remembered this name — Xiao Qiu Yu!

Xiao Qiu Yu, the Sword Pavilion's Xiao Qiu Yu!

Only the Sword Pavilion's Xiao Qiuyu, his sword could cut apart the line of fate!

However, there was no response. The person who had struck had not made a single sound from the beginning to the end. That sword light had also continued to cut toward the Child of Destiny slowly like a snail.

That type of slowness, and even the movement of maggots was faster than it. Anyone could dodge it. Strangely, no matter how much the Mandate of Heaven's child shifted direction, no matter how fast he was, that ray of sword light was always right in front of the Mandate of Heaven's son.

Moreover, the distance between the sword ray and the Mandate of Heaven's child was slowly being eroded. The distance between them was getting closer and closer. It was a complete violation of the laws of space and a complete violation of common sense.

Such a sword ray seemed to be the light of destiny, a thread of destiny. No matter how the Mandate of Heaven's son dodged it, he would still be unable to escape from the shackles of fate.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Chu Yang's mind buzzed. This kind of sword technique, this type of sword light, he had never seen before. He was completely stunned and shocked.

"What kind of sword technique is this?!"

Not only him, but everyone else had such a thought in their minds. Almost everyone present couldn't wait to know what kind of sword art could be so amazing!

Xiao Qiu Yu. This name was deeply engraved in Chu Yang's mind. He would probably never forget it because of this sword light!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

At this time, his Sword and Saber Martial Spirit shook violently as if it had met an opponent that could fight against it. An extremely terrifying opponent that could transform them, or even a close friend.

There was no fear, no worry. There was only joy, only an urgent and urgent battle.

The blade and sword martial spirit's emotions were all transferred into Chu Yang's heart, making him realize that this was an opponent that could help him break through and undergo a transformation in his path of the blade and sword.

At the same time, he completely understood why the Son of Ten Thousand Beasts had appeared.

"The Sword of Destiny, the legendary Sword of Destiny of the Sword Pavilion. Xiao Qiuyu, you actually cultivated such a sword technique!"

The Mandate of Heaven's child cried out once again. He had thought of a sword technique that only existed in legends. However, such a sword art was something almost no one could touch, let alone comprehend or even train with.

However, all of these things were like an egg falling to the ground. They exploded with a loud bang, scattering the egg white and the egg yolk on the floor.

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