Way of Choices

Chen Changsheng's face was illuminated by the sword, just like Xue Yuan.

Juluo's phantom was right in front of him, in the heavy rain, exuding infinite light, like a god.

The unimaginable coercion fell on Chen Changsheng's body and mind with the arrival of the sword.

His sword is certainly not as good as that of Liu Qing, but it is not unusual. In the face of the strongest human beings he has never encountered before, even in his imagination, he naturally uses his strongest A sword.

Su Li taught him the three swords, all in between.

Stupid sword helps him to stand firm before this divine coercion. Hui Jian helped him to judge the trajectory of this sword in the rainstorm. We must know that this sword belongs to the sacred field, invisible and invisible. Wang Po and Liu Qing could barely understand the level, but if he didn’t learn Hui Jian , There is no possibility at all.

Finally, he burned the true element and life, trying to block the sword.

Unfortunately, he couldn't block the sword of Zhu Luo, just like the mantis' arm couldn't block Mercedes' carriage.

Without any accident, Xu Jian took Yue Hua across the blade of Long Yin Jian.

However, Zhu Luo's sword eyes were about to invade his eyes, but he was blocked by the sword sheath of Long Yinjian.

How can a virtual sword be blocked by a real scabbard? Only Chen Changsheng, who was in the field, understood what was going on, which was difficult to explain in words. For the spectators in the heavy rain, the picture they saw was:

——The virtual sword stabbed into the scabbard held by Chen Changsheng.

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There are two moons in the night sky and in the water, there are two juro on the rain street, one is real and the other is unreal, but the two moons are equally bright and the two juroes are equally powerful, the difference is only whether there is emotion.

When Manchu carrying Yue Hua's virtual sword stabbed into Chen Changsheng's scabbard, the virtual image of Zhu Luo in front of Chen Changsheng remained unchanged, still expressionless, releasing light and heat from the inside out. On the rainy street further away, Wang Luo's iron sword had suppressed the gradual silence of Zhu Luo, but the cold expression was instantly replaced by shock and slight consternation.

Numerous swordsongs suddenly sounded in the rainstorm.

Then, I can no longer hear the sound of heavy rain.

Severe, rough, sharp, clear, and dull Jianming sounded suddenly in the rain street.

Throughout Xunyang City, only Jianming could be heard.

The virtual sword seemed to meet countless swords in an instant, or collided, or rubbed, or cut each other, countless swords sounded at the same time, and some spectators with a lower level in the heavy rain were fainted by the shock!

But nothing happened on Pianshengyu Street. It seemed that everything was quiet except for the rain. How did these swordsmanship come from? Where is the sword that Zhu Luo's sword encountered?

Those swords are in the sheath of Long Yinjian.

This sword of Chen Changsheng was originally 10,000 swords.

The 10,000 swords brought out from Zhou Yuan.

But Zhu Luo's sword was sealed in the scabbard.

But after all, they met.

Wan Jian has never been out of the sheath, and can also fight the enemy.

In the scabbard, for a time, Jin Ge iron horses, storms, thunder roar!

The virtual sword in Zhu Luo's hand is constantly sinking into Chen Changsheng's scabbard.

That is not to return to the sheath, but to keep shortening.

Some glorious particles fluttered around the mouth of the sheath.

That was worn sword shavings.

Although Wan Jian is crippled, the sword is still sharp. Only in an instant, there are at least thousands of cuttings and frictions. Where can Zhu Luo's virtual sword stand? Even the real Moon Sword in his hand on Rain Street is also getting shorter! What is even more unimaginable is that between his fingers holding the hilt, blood began to ooze!

Juluo's face became pale, and in the eyes that had been indifferent and ruthless as before, once again appeared a slight expression, and then quickly transformed into a flood-like anger!

He could feel the swords in Chen Changsheng's scabbard, even recognizing those famous swords that had passed away, some were even the breath of his closeness hundreds of years ago, but he couldn't sigh with Chen Changsheng's adventures or Ask the truth about the matter, because those once powerful swords are attacking him, and he is really hurt!

He was actually injured by a teenager in a secluded environment.

Whatever you are, a young genius.

Whatever you are, the youngest one in history.

After all, you are only a passerby, just a sixteen-year-old boy.

How can you hurt me, how dare you hurt me, I was hurt by you in all directions, this is something that cannot be allowed.

The roar rang through Xunyang City and instantly suppressed the sounds of Jianming.

The rain cloud gradually dissipated, and the moonlight was more abundant.

Juluo took a step towards Wang Po, the sword in his hand fell down.

On the rain street dozens of feet away, his virtual image leaned towards Chen Changsheng and pressed.

The virtual sword kept piercing into the scabbard.

Those with brilliant sword dust are more densely sprayed.

Those brilliances, those sword chips, are the sharp meanings produced by cutting the sword and the sword.

It looks beautiful, but it's actually dangerous.

The torrential rain gradually slowed down, and the water on the street did not disperse.

Not to mention the bluestones and broken walls on the ground, debris everywhere.

Liu Qing stood up from the rain and continued to stand in front of Su Li's horse, crossing his sword in front of him.

Those glorious sword debris rushed away, as if countless stalking arrows.

In just an instant, his hair band was cut, his black hair fluttered, and then his hair was cut.

His clothes were rotten, and hundreds of tiny blood holes were added to his body, which looked miserable.

But after all, he protected the horse and the man on the horse.

Su Li sat on Huang Hu immediately, lowered his head, and did not speak.

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Logically speaking, Chen Changsheng should be dead by this time.

Regardless of Su Li or Zhu Luo, they all think so. But the magical thing is that he was shrouded in swords and dust, and he didn't even have one wound on his body. A breath from nowhere came to cover his whole body. That breath, I do not know the piece of jade wishing from his waist, or a string of stones between his wrists when he did not know when.

No one can feel this breath, only the sword dust can feel it, so when he came to Chen Changsheng, it naturally floated away, and the details in it were perfectly hidden in the light.

Then, the heavy rain came again, the rain clouds reunited, and Yue Hua died away.

In the rain curtain, Zhu Luo's virtual image gradually dimmed and became more fragile.

Finally, at a certain moment, the virtual sword was completely swallowed by the scabbard.

The virtual image suddenly collapsed into countless tiny bubbles.

Numerous exclamations sounded in Xunyang City.

Juluo stood on the rain street, covered in blood and pale.

His right arm shivered slightly, the sword was crippled, and only one hilt was left.

At this moment, Wang Po's iron sword finally came to him.

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