Way of Choices

Qing Xiao rang through the inn's building, and Liang Wangsun finally shot, looting in front of the man.

His physique is upright and upright, upright and upright, and the dragon is on the dragon plate.

He held a golden steel pestle in his hand, and scattered the infinite light, as if it were Chunyang, which was warm and mellow.

In short, no matter the body method or the exercise method, there is a kingly dignity, which makes people unable to escape.

This is Wang Liangsun's first shot in the true sense. His eyes are extremely bright and his expression is dignified. His shot is his most powerful method.

Because he knows how powerful his opponent is.

Chen Changsheng was stubborn, thinking that if Wang Liangsun's shot was such a powerful method, could he still have the opportunity to break through the light and return to the inn?

With his current state of cultivation, there is simply no way to deal with Liang Wangsun's bright means, because this means is too bright, unparalleled, unbreakable, and unresponsive. He can only stand hard, carry himself, and die. Because this is Wang Liangsun's most powerful method, even the man can't avoid it or break it.

The method chosen by the man was hardwired.

One hand broke the falling rain wire, and in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng, quietly but silently came forward, blocking the King Kong pestle of Liang Wangsun.

The palm is very slender and suitable for holding a knife, but the palm is a little thick. Obviously, the holding time of the knife is too long, or it is for this reason that this palm easily holds the tip of the vajra pestle . It's like holding a knife handle.

Infinite light, all converged, between five fingers.

Two powerful breaths, two near-perfect stars, met in this grip.

Just then, there was a scream across the long street, Xiao Zhang flew back like a flying stone, with dust and rain, and sky and gravel rushed to the building, and the iron gun threw the wind and thunder again!

Xiao Zhang became more crazy after the injury. The white paper covering his face was full of blood spots, lining his eyes, extremely deep and terrifying, and even more fierce and violent breath!

The man was standing in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng, holding the Vajra pestle in his left hand, looking at Liang Wangsun, calm and focused, as if he hadn't noticed Xiao Zhang's barbaric return.

However, the moment his iron gun fell, his sleeve moved.

In the light rain and breeze, the cyan sleeve slightly rippled, and then the blade regained momentum.

The man slashed his sword at Xiao Zhang, and his movements were extremely simple. It could be said to be swaying, or it could be said to be an understatement, and even gave people a feeling that it seemed to be extremely indifferent.

The iron gun still comes first, and the blade is still born, but the blade is still not the iron gun, but the Xiao Zhang behind the gun, the pale paper, because this seemingly unusual knife is more domineering than this. The iron gun is faster and stronger!

Xiao Zhang was angry, unwilling, painful, crazy...but had to cross the gun and block it!

In this world, few people can block Xiao Zhang iron gun. In this world, it is the only person who will never block his gun, and will only force him to block it with a gun, so Xiao Zhang hates this person very much. When he sees him, he is extremely irritable and painful.

A loud noise!

The iron gun met the knife again in the inn building.

At that time, the light of Wang Liangsun was still held by the man, still burning, and still breathing energy.

The names of these three are the loudest names in the world.

When there was much separation, they finally met in Xunyang City.

Three terrifying breaths meet here.

Three powerful areas meet here.

The blade rose from the sky, and the rifle was about to open to the sky, and the light enveloped the four fields.

The air wave sprayed out of the inn, and a strong wind suddenly appeared in the city of Xunyang.

However, among the ruins of the inn, it was strangely quiet, with no wind or even sound.

Wang Liangsun's eyes were bright like stars, but his temples' hair was wet.

The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face didn't move the mountain, but there was blood running on it, like worm marks.

The man stood in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng, holding a knife in one hand and a pestle in the other, as if standing in front of the threshold, but did not know whether he was going to open or close the door.

Eventually, his knife fell.

It turned out to be closed.

Uninvited guests are invited out of the threshold.

The iron sword fell and was unstoppable.

Even Xiao Zhang couldn't stop it.

The iron gun trembles and hums more than once.

Xiao Zhang was forced to swipe back again.

The knife followed him all the time.

The white paper fluttered, and the kite didn't know where it was flying. Xiao Zhang stepped back all the way, not knowing how many courtyards were destroyed.

The blade fell and thunder continued, resounding throughout the city of Xunyang.

Everywhere houses are collapsing, smoke and dust are everywhere, and ash is flying everywhere.

In the end, Xiao Zhang overcame the knife's stance and stood firm.

At that time, he had reached the west of the city, seven miles away from the inn.

He looked at the inn in the distance and uttered an angry cry.

"Wang Po, you are crazy!"

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The iron knife left his hand, and the man had no weapons.

He didn't need weapons, his left hand was still holding the vajra.

Wang Liangsun's vast light was held in his hand.

He looked at King Liang and his eyes were unabashedly sharp.

Retreat or lose.

Wang Liangsun's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if the stars were about to be destroyed.

As the descendants of a generation of monarchs, glory and pride are in between.

The man understood, so he didn't say much and clenched his palm.

To hold is to hold a knife, and to hold a knife is to hold a fist.

The man took a punch, gathered the light in the center of the punch, and then broke it.

The bang was like a spring thunder thousands of miles away and a spring at the bottom of the abyss.

In fact, the energy between fingers is annihilated.

Wang Liangsun's face was instantly pale, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, as if the stars had lost their luster.

He looked at the man, full of incredible, shocked and said: "Are you crazy?"

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The blade fell, it was thunder.

Fist breaking light is thunder.

Countless thunders sounded in the city of Xunyang. The last and the loudest thunder came from the person's body.

boom! The gusty wind spit and the breath was crushed, and the inn finally collapsed completely.

Broken gravel and tiles spattered everywhere, and some people were hit and fell one after another.

The smoke and dust made a big hit, and was immediately wet by rain and fell.

Seeing that his building collapsed, the people who were originally in the building already appeared in the rain sky. The people who were originally on the second floor came to the ground at this time. Su Li was still sitting in his chair, as if he could not notice it.

Xiao Zhang came from the rain street, and the white paper on his face was rotten, exposing the scary wound below.

His hand holding the iron gun was trembling.

Wang Liangsun's face was white, holding his diamond pestle, and his hands were shaking.

The man remained silent and calm as before.

The man in Tsing Yi was a little tall, quiet and silent, his brows drooping, and he was lonely.

Somehow, it would feel shabby to see him.

Not ordinary shabby, but shabby after the rich, the gloom after the flowers.

He didn't look forward to it, he was not proud, but just stood in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng. But Xiao Zhang and Liang Liang and Sun Lian joined hands and could not pass.

Because he is Wang Po.

Xiaoyao ranked first, Tianliang Wang broke.

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(The next chapter will definitely be very late, very late, say it in advance.)

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