The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　An ice-blue long sword came whirling and spinning, the blade dragging ice-blue flames towards the windshield of the car!

　"clang!"

　The silver sword stabbed fiercely into the ground in front of the vehicle. The steam car braked suddenly, but still inevitably crashed into it.

　The moment the front of the car came into contact with the sword, the alloy bumper was sliced ​​open like tofu by the blade, followed by the front, body, and rear of the car—

　"boom----"

　The steam train was split in two and then exploded, sending flaming steel flying everywhere.

　At the end of the road, an ancient dragon hunter in black armor walked over, ice-blue flames burning in the rain, and his iron boots left a thin layer of ice when they stepped on the ground.

　He walked towards the wreckage of the steam train step by step and stopped right in front of it.

　A figure climbed up from the wreckage.

　Wanzhe staggered to his feet and looked at his intact body in surprise - the explosion just now had little impact on him.

　Neither the flying iron pieces nor the flames and shock waves created by the fuel explosion caused any harm to him.

　It was as if there was a mysterious force protecting him.

　"It's you..."

　Wanzhe looked at the armored knight in front of him and clenched his fists.

　"You're here to kill me?" He laughed at himself, "But... what's the point of killing me? Then everything is over... You can't kill everyone... just for revenge, right?"

　Gu Longshou ignored him and just stood quietly in the rain, motionless, like a statue.

　Seeing this, Wanzhe shook his head:

　"I admit, you really made me lose my mind back then... One defeat... Ten years of hard training... Then another defeat. You made me see the gap between humans and dragons. It was for this reason that I helped them deal with you..."

　"You can't crush me morally," he spread his hands. "We were once slaves of the dragon. Once bitten, we're afraid of the ropes for ten years. Who knows if you'll come back again? Just like you're doing now... killing us one by one... like hunting rabbits in the jungle."

　"What about you? Wanzhe."

　Gu Longshou spoke in a low voice.

　The armor on his body slowly dissipated into ice flames and turned into broken glass fragments, revealing the black dress underneath his body.

　The man with white hair and blue eyes raised his head and looked directly at his old enemy.

　When Wanzhe saw the face of the ice dragon again, he was stunned at first, then he smiled miserably.

　"I am already an old man..." he murmured, "and time has not even left a mark on you."

　"You should be thankful that you lived to the end of your life to be reunited with me," the ancient dragon hunter whispered, "You didn't deserve to enjoy these moments."

　He turned his wrist, and the ice flame turned into a long sword, which he held with ease.

　In Wanzhe's eyes, for a moment, the figure of Gu Longshou overlapped with the young man who was laughing proudly in the center of the square.

　"Hehe... Sorry for the long wait..."

　Wanzhe squatted down, opened the long suitcase scattered beside him, and took out a sword from it.

　The back of the sword is inlaid with wind chimes that can stimulate string vibrations.

　The blade is full of traces of quenching.

　This was Wanzhe's former sword, which was broken and then repaired. It is his only memory of that time.

　"Come, Perses Shah! Fight me fair and square!" The old man raised his sword. "I will not die of fear like them!"

　Hearing this, Gu Longshou lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

　He chuckled and said:

　"you will."

　"boom----"

　The ice flame tore through the rain curtain with the explosive sound of the sword swinging. Wanzhe raised his sword to block, but was instantly knocked away.

　The old man fell to the ground several times, groaned in pain, and stood up with the help of his sword.

　"Haha!"

　He roared, gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and swung out a wave of flames—

　"boom--"

　"clang--"

　Gu Longshou simply swung his sword lightly, and Wanzhe's blade was deflected.

　Taking advantage of this gap, Gu Long suddenly punched out, creating a gust of wind—

　"boom--"

　This punch was clearly aimed at Wanzhe's face, but at this moment, Wanzhe stepped on a stone and his body tilted -

　"call--"

　He dodged Gu Long's punch, but the wind from the punch still pushed him several meters away, and he rolled on the ground in a mess.

　The old swordsman quickly stood up again, brushed off the dirt on his body, and muttered softly:

　"It seems...it seems I'm not that old...hehe...hehe!"

　He rushed forward once more, slashing out with his sword at lightning speed—

　"clang--"

　Block.

　"clang--"

　Another block.

　"boom----"

　The ancient dragon hunter turned the blade, and the wave of ice flame broke Wanzhe's posture, exposing his chest.

　When Gu Longshou was about to deliver the fatal blow to his heart, the steam car's fuel tank exploded a second time, and the car's hood flew over -

　"bass--"

　Gu Long swung his sword, splitting the flying metal into two pieces, and Wanzhe escaped again.

　At this moment, the man's brows furrowed slightly.

　"destiny..."

　He murmured softly, raising his hand, a faint ice-blue flame appearing at his fingertips.

　As his fist opened and closed, an ice-blue string was grasped in his hand:

　"The correction of cause and effect cannot affect Wanzhe," he kissed the string, "this is a truth."

　The ice-blue string light rippled out, and in an instant, the surrounding space seemed to be rolled up and reshaped by the glass.

　In this ray of light, Wanzhe staggered to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

　Looking at the ancient dragon holding the ice blue in his hand, he laughed bitterly:

　"Dragons... you will eventually be slaughtered because of your own excellence..."

　He raised his sword tremblingly, a gleam of determination in his eyes.

　Just like the fierce battle after ten years of training, he bet everything he had left on this sword.

　"Face me!" he shouted at the Ancient Dragon Hunter, "I will..."

　"bass--"

　Ice blue flashes.

　At some point, Gu Longshou was standing behind Wan Ning, with blood dripping from the silver sword hanging at his feet.

　With a "crack", the sword in Wanzhe's hand broke, and a long stream of blood spurted out from his waist, splashing on the wet road.

　"Ah...ah ah..."

　Wanzhe fell to his knees, holding his waist with his hands, his eyes filled with pain.

　This time, those miraculous coincidences did not occur.

　A sword.

　""

　Gu Longshou didn't even look back at him. He casually tore open a crack of ice flame and took a step forward.

　Before his consciousness completely disappeared, despair rose in Wanzhe's heart and turned into a rushing river.

　The cold raindrops slapped his face, one after another, piercing the chilling thought deep into his soul:

　Faced with his determination, Perses Xia did not say much, just like he did many years ago.

　And it is this kind of silence that is the greatest contempt for a swordsman.

　There has never been any duel between swordsmen, and the determination accumulated over time is nothing but a joke in the eyes of the dragon.

　This is a massacre.

　God's unilateral slaughter of mankind.

　""

　“He…he ran away!?”

　The steam car braked suddenly, and Vivian pushed the door open and got out, watching the last bit of ice flame disappear on the wet ground.

　She rushed to Wanzhe's side, squatted down to check, and found that the old man had stopped breathing.

　Another step slower.

　Vivian clearly saw his back, the moment he disappeared into the Ice and Flame Gate.

　She only needed to be a little faster to catch the ghost from her past.

　But it's still a little bit off.

　"hateful..."

　Looking at Wanzhe's body, Vivian clenched her fists and slowly stood up.

　""

　Behind her, Alice gently pressed the button on the camera, and a photo slowly came out.

　She imbued the photo with spiritual power, and a vague image gradually took shape:

　He was a man over two meters tall, wearing a black suit, and had his signature pair of ice-blue vertical pupils.

　His figure left strange black scratches on the film of the camera, as if something had interfered with the image formation, making his face unclear.

　But these characteristics are enough——

　"Xiao Mo, we need to see the prefect."

　Alice pressed the communicator and whispered.

　“We captured the ancient

　The physical characteristics of the Dragon Hunter."

　...END...

Chapter 394: Can also overturn the boat TheCapsize-4k-

　On the way to Danzhou Prefecture, Xingmo was lost in thought.

　She sat in the back seat of the steam car, watching the rain streaking across the window with a dazed look in her eyes.

　Looking at the cute little saint, Aurora couldn't help but poke her with her finger.

　“Poke.”

　"Gugu," Xingmo turned around with a smile, "What's the matter?"

　"What are you thinking about? Share it with us?"

　"Destiny," Xingmo said, "is not omnipotent."