Way of Choices

Chen Changsheng decided that he couldn't wait until the king was defeated. Standing on the rain street, it turned into two successive walls, and it looked quite tragic, actually meaningless. The reason why he thought this earlier was because he had no confidence at the time, but just wanted to do his best to obey the destiny-how talented he is. It’s amazing. After all, it’s more than a year to practice. Don’t mention the meridians that are still broken in the body. Just say that at this time, I want to fight the wind and rain in all directions. This is really ridiculous.

He originally thought that he would calculate the sword later, just to try his best. But now he changed his mind. Because every practitioner fell, he increased his confidence by one point. The practitioners who had passed through the nether realm could no longer threaten him. Just now there was even a strong practitioner who should have entered the early stage of the Juxing Realm. A sword fell in the rain!

If it wasn't for the rain street, the battle level was too high, too dazzling, or more people would notice that Chen Changsheng had done this incredible thing. The promotion obtained in the Tianshuling, the harvest in Zhouyuan, and the study of the sword along the way of Su Linan, the image of Wang Po in the rainstorm was perfectly presented in this sword.

Looking at Wang Po, who was struggling to support in the wind and rain, and watching the blood flowing out of him and being quickly diluted by the rainstorm, the growing confidence and the gradual truth made Chen Changsheng's heart eager- He wanted to try to see if he could pierce Zhu Luo's sword, even if the other party was the legendary wind and rain, he still wanted to pierce that sword. To be honest, he didn't know how to shoot the sword, and where the sword should pierce, but he thought that since he decided to produce the sword, he would naturally understand how the sword should operate after the sword was produced.

Chen Changsheng walked past the several practitioners who had fallen in the rain and walked towards Wang Po before leaving Su Lima. As he walked, he began to meditate and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

The other party is Zhu Luo. From the Holy Realm, he can easily crush his burning sword. Before Yuehua, how can the fireflies be bright? The sword like moonlight on the rainy street is erratic and cannot be calculated at all, and Hui Jian is naturally unusable. So what sword should he play? What sword is his most powerful?

Chen Changsheng knew what his strongest sword was.

On Zhou Ling, he once stabbed the sword in the shadow that covered half of the sky.

He didn't know if he could cast that sword now, he wanted to try it.

His consciousness fell on the Dragon Sword. At this time, the Dragon Sword took the sheath as the handle and united into one body. The moment the consciousness fell, it awakened the souls in the sword.

He awakened Wan Dao residual sword, ready to borrow the sword for another purpose.

Black Dragon also woke up.

He took a deep breath, his real element burned violently, his body became extremely hot, and the rain that was constantly falling touched his shirt and instantly became steam, covering the upper body. The broken meridians made an unbearable sound, and the violent pain spread from all parts of the body into the sea of ​​knowledge. The violent Zhenyuan finally successfully broke through several obstructions and transported it between his wrists. He had made preparations for the sword. The countless sword intentions in the sword and the black dragon's wisp of soul were also silently prepared.

However, at this moment, Chen Changsheng suddenly felt that the rain street around him became darker. Is it because of the fog that haunts my eyes?

Not because of fog, but because someone blocked the diffused light in the rain street.

Chen Changsheng suddenly felt very cold.

His body has been wet by cold rain for a long time. According to the theory, he should be numb, but at this moment, it seems that he can clearly feel a cold wind blowing across his neck.

Chill came from the bottom of his heart, and his body became stiff, unable to move.

Only then did he remember what he had forgotten.

That is the most important thing.

More precisely, he forgot a person.

A person who cannot be forgotten.

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He carried Su Li through tens of thousands of miles of snowfields, and returned to the world of humans from the demon realm. An assassin had followed them.

The assassin was very famous, so Su Li looked down on him. Of course, only Su Li is qualified to look down on the assassin. You know, the assassin ranked third in the assassin list of Tianji Pavilion. No one dared to look down on him, and most people who look down on him are probably dead.

Chen Changsheng knew that he was absolutely ineligible to look down on the assassin, and Su Li often looked at the silent silence of Yuanshan along the way. From those pictures he knew that even Su Li was deeply worried about the assassin.

Su Li and he have always been vigilant. Whether they were violently fighting with Xue He or Liang Hongzhuang, even if they were forced into desperation, even if they could die at any time, they still did not forget the existence of the assassin. hand. Until just now, Chen Changsheng finally forgot this matter.

——Just when he is most confident, feels the most powerful and the most determined in battle.

He walked towards Juluo, but left Su Li.

He did not know that the assassin was between him and Su Li, and was lying on the ground under the heavy rain. It was the former practitioner who pretended to be knocked down by him, and the assassin was standing now.

After dozens of days and nights of hidden waiting, the assassin finally waited for a perfect opportunity.

The assassin was not masked, his usual appearance, the eyebrows everywhere, the rain fell on his face, leaving no traces, and his appearance was hard to leave traces in people's hearts.

This is a very ordinary person, like a stone on the roadside, a tile in the ruins.

Chen Changsheng felt the movement behind him, his body was extremely stiff, and he wanted to turn around, but he knew it was too late.

It was indeed too late, and the assassin would not give him any more opportunities, nor would he give Su Li any more opportunities.

The assassin flew to the horse in the rain.

His body style looked unusual, but soon.

Then he produced the sword.

His sword is very common, and the sword technique is also very common, but it is very fast.

In short, everything happened quickly.

But the realm of this assassin is very unusual. The sharp edge of the ordinary sword is silently shining countless stars.

A strong but extremely quiet atmosphere came out with the sword.

Juxing Shangjing!

An assassin on the planet?

This is beyond the scope of many people's understanding.

Having already practiced to the point of gathering stars, why do you still have to kill for a living?

Why did this assassin kill Su Li?

How terrible this assassin should be!

The heavy rain kept falling.

Chen Changsheng held the sword in both hands and stood on the rain street.

Behind him, the assassin, like a ghost, made his sword to Su Li.

Everything happened too fast.

Everything seems to be too late to change.

The rain was raging.

Suddenly a light voice sounded.

That's the sound of the sword touching the blood.

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(Recently bad health, special affairs, and few updates, please forgive me, and strive to write more after the 22nd, but I have written very carefully recently, I hope you like it.)

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