Way of Choices

It has been pushed back for more than a thousand years from today, and hundreds of years ago, Zhou disappeared on the mainland. In the centuries, countless powerful men were defeated by Zhou Shou. Among. This grassland is Jianchi, or Jianhai. One of the most proud and powerful swords, after preparing for a long time, began to try to leave the grassland to see the sky again, breaking the ban from the edge of the grassland, quickly diving into the small lake by the grassland, and directly into the side of the cliff The world, like a fish swimming in a big lake, and then from the bottom of the lake back to the cold lake where the source of the river flowed. With the complex structure of Zhouyuan World, avoiding the rules in between, it finally succeeded.

Regrettably, this sword did not compete fully. When leaving the grassland, in order to resist the prohibition set by Zhou Du|fu, Jianli stayed in the grassland and resisted the breath from the stone pillars, only the sword When I came to the forest by the river, I was gradually covered by fallen leaves.

The sword and the mind were forced to separate.

One day, a disciple named Su Li came to Zhouyuan. He walked into the quiet forest, stepped on the decaying fallen leaves, picked up the sword body that had been rusted, and was no longer the style of the past. Take it away from Zhou Yuan. The sword was still trapped in the grassland, waiting silently and alone. Hundreds of years passed. A student of the National College of Education named Chen Changsheng came to Zhou Yuan. He held a yellow paper umbrella in his hand. The sword and the Italian finally met, so there was Wan Jian Ling at this time.

These are full of unyielding and fighting history, which belongs to the sword and the ten thousand swords. Chen Changsheng cannot understand the retrospective time, and naturally cannot understand these details, but he holds a yellow paper umbrella and stands between the ten thousand swords, Have a deeper understanding of the sentiment from that sword.

These swords want to leave Zhou Yuan, and beyond that, they have nothing to ask for.

So, just leave together.

Just as he said to the sword before, and Xu Yourong, at this time he also made a promise to the countless swords around the tomb.

The mausoleum was dim, the red and warm light became colder, and the smell of mud and rust was everywhere. In the moment when he was born, more than ten thousand Dao broken old swords burst out of the hatred and power that had been accumulated for hundreds of years. At least one third of the monsters were killed, and the black tide was temporarily suppressed.

But the beast tide is only temporarily quiet. It is impossible for the Wandao residual sword to continue to release that powerful sword intention. With the passage of time, the beast tide surged again, and issued an angry howl to the residual swords in the sky, I don’t know Is it because the blood is everywhere on the grassland, the howling is even more horrifying and bloody.

Jian Chi finally appeared, Wan Jian volley.

Looking at this scene, both the old piano player and the maid are pale and almost desperate, that is, the pair of powerful demon couples have become very dignified, and even some ominous signs can be seen in their eyes. There was no fear on his little face, but he was silent for a while.

Through countless swords, she looked at Chen Changsheng in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum. Her voice was cold and hard as if it were a thousand years of ice: "Do you think this can change the ending of this story?"

Before Shanhaijian broke into the sky, she said something similar to Chen Changsheng. At that time, Chen Changsheng did not answer, but just pointed at the heavy iron sword and pointed at her remotely. Now he also did not answer. With his eyes, the mausoleum The hundreds of swords in front of him slowly turned and aimed at her.

Action is always more powerful than words. It can be used to persuade people or kill people.

Looking at the scene, Nanke's lips slightly raised, looking at the swords with contempt and saying, "A group of defeated swords, why are you so brave?"

These swords all had a great reputation on the mainland, and the masters were really strong, but they were eventually defeated by the two broken swords, and then were buried in this grassland by Zhou Du | husband, in the desolate wind and rain Under the endless sun, he has been suffering for hundreds of years, broken or broken, and covered with rust.

Nanke thinks he is the heir to this piece of Zhou Yuan. How could these swords be allowed to leave?

She lifted the black soul wood in her hand and looked blankly at the remaining swords in the air around the tomb.

With her movements, the black soul tree suddenly shined again, just more condensed than before, as if it were like a night pearl that was thousands of times brighter. At the same time her indifferent voice sounded again: "Failure is defeat, you lost hundreds of years ago, and you will fail the same hundreds of years later."

The words fell, and her feet left Shinto, drifting slowly into the sky.

With the rain falling, her skirt fluttered, her black hair fluttered, and the innocence between her brows and eyes faded away, leaving only a magical chill. A strong breath emanated from her petite body to the surroundings. Dozens of black air currents, like silk ribbons, lingered around her body.

Chen Changsheng never underestimated this powerful and even terrifying Demon Princess, let alone she was the only disciple in black robe. Obviously, she had a lot of connections with Zhou Yuan. Who knows what means she still hides? Hearing her disdainful self-confidence, he knew that he could not let the situation go on like this. When his consciousness moved slightly, a sword broke out.

The heavy mountain and sea sword carried a hurricane towards the Nanke over the Shinto and passed it.

Teng Xiaoming and Liu Waner and his wife had already prepared for the storm, and with a strong practice, they blocked the sword.

The Shanhaijian is very wide and large, and behind it lies a delicate sword.

At the moment of life and death, Chen Changsheng also learned to use this cold method. The delicate Yue female sword, covered by the hurricane carried by the mountain and sea sword, quietly broke through the block of the demon couple and came to Nanke in front of him, with a soft noise, stab at her Brow.

At this time, Nanke had closed his eyes, and his slightly widened eyebrows were white with no emotion, nor did he see the coming of this sword.

The broken string was silent, fluttering up, the seemingly heartbroken old man playing the piano, shouted, stepped on the floating string, took a few steps in the air, stopped in front of Nanke, and used his own body Blocked the show sword. With a pop, Xiu Jian stabbed into the throat of the old violinist, and blood sputtered out!

In the hurricane, the heavy iron sword suppressed the couple, and the body of the old man playing the piano was falling towards the ground. Although he blocked the Yue female sword for a moment, Nan Ke did not wake up. Where did Chen Changsheng want to miss this? This opportunity, reaching for the broken magic sword from the air, took a distance of hundreds of feet and cut to the Nanke!

There was a slight residual rain over the Shinto sky, and suddenly the sound of a tumultuous wind sounded, as if there were invisible flags flying.

The battle flag fluttered, the sword was bravely moved forward, the first half of the cut-off magic handsome flag sword, with a piercing sword light.

Chen Changsheng will not be able to flag the sword, but he wants to try to see if he can use the demon's sword technique to break the defensive of the demon princess. It is a pity that he did not have the opportunity to see the result of this sword, because suddenly, his knowledge gave him a warning sign, forcing him to forcibly collect the magic sword flag that was about to come out of the sword, and lay it in front of his eyebrows.

The sound of Zheng!

Only half of the magic sword flag was shaking violently in the air outside the edge of the stone platform, making some unwilling sounds.

Chen Changsheng suffered a sharp pain in his wrist. If it weren't for his amazing will, I was afraid that the magical sword had already gone.

Where did the arrow come from?

Looking around the main entrance of the mausoleum, he did not see any arrows, only saw a hair on the Shinto slowly falling.

Is it not the arrow that hit the magical sword before, but just a vellus?

He looked at the grassland below the mausoleum.

I saw the middle of the black ocean formed by the beast tide, and there was a mountain-like monster figure slowly appearing.

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(Chapter One, I will write slowly today. Anyway, I ended up writing eight thousand words to sleep.)

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