Way of Choices

Wang Liangsun in the Lingyan Pavilion felt the arrival of Xiao Zhang.

They are also masters in the front of the Xiaoyao list, and they are too familiar with each other.

He knows how crazy and scary Xiao Zhang is, and he can even feel it. Xiao Zhang's iron gun tonight is even stronger than the one that pierced Su Li in the city of Xunyang.

But he did not look up, because he was a little tired, and because he knew that Xiao Zhang could not fall into the Lingyan Pavilion.

The night in front of Ling Yan Pavilion suddenly burned, and in a very short time, turned into a fiery cloud of fire.

With a hiss, a crack appeared in the dark red cloud of fire.

An iron gun came out of the crack.

This iron gun looks very ordinary, very dark, without any patterns, but it gives an extremely terrifying feeling.

——Like a devil's hand sticking out from the bottom of the abyss.

Xiao Zhang, who fell to Lingyan Pavilion, was suddenly coated with a dark iron color on the white paper on his face, and the eyes exposed in the two holes suddenly became extremely hot, even mad.

The burning night was torn into pieces, the red burning cloud was twisted into countless pieces, and his iron gun stabbed **** the iron gun.

A loud noise!

A burst of pain burst out of Xiao Zhang's lips, striking the white paper on his face with numerous cracks, and his people were like flying stones, from the night sky in front of Lingyan Pavilion, toward the rear high speed Swept backwards, turned into a streamer, hit the wall of the imperial city heavily.

Numerous cracks appeared on the thick wall of the Imperial City, just like the white paper on his face, and countless debris fell from those cracks.

The burning night gradually returned to calm, there was no more flame, only a flame, it was the fire cloud.

Xue Xingchuan sat on Huo Yunlin and looked at Xiao Zhang who slipped from the imperial city wall to the ground, his expression was indifferent.

The debris falling from the cracks in the city wall fell on Xiao Zhang's body.

He propped himself up with an iron gun, and the bricks on his shoulders fell again, like the blood he sprayed.

He wiped the blood from his face with his trembling left arm, and looked at Ling Yange, who was hundreds of feet away. His eyes were extremely complicated, with some awe, some fear, and he was very excited.

Worthy of being the second **** of the mainland, Xue Xingchuan's strength is really too strong, even so strong that he can't bear it.

But the emotions in his eyes were not entirely due to Xue Xingchuan, but more because of the seemingly unusual iron gun in Xue Xingchuan's hand.

"Shuang Yu sharp gun!"

Xiao Zhang stared at the iron gun in Xue Xingchuan's hand and shouted sharply.

His eyes were very hot, and his voice was trembling like boiling tea.

Frost Yu Gun!

At that time, the emperor Taizong emperor's entourage!

Hundreds of devices list first!

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Xue Xingchuan's strength is really too strong, even stronger than the rumors, the strong is not ridiculous.

The imperial court is in the imperial palace, and the Queen Mother asked Xue Xingchuan to keep the imperial palace because she had absolute confidence in him.

The strong men who came to the sacred realm of Kyoto tonight were attracted by the Queen Mother near the Tianshu Mausoleum.

Even if there is a strong man in the sacred realm, he can't avoid the heavenly murderous array in the palace by taking advantage of the night.

As for the strong men below the sacred realm, no one is Xue Xingchuan's opponent.

Xiao Zhang's one-shot defeat is proof.

Not to mention that now Frost Yu's sharp gun is also in his hands, that is, he also has the power to fight against the powerful in the sacred field!

Now unless Wang Po also comes, and still holds Zhou Du|fu's two broken swords, or there is still a chance.

But everyone knows that Wang Po cannot appear tonight, because he does not like the tyranny of the Queen of Heaven and Sea, but there is even a thousand years of unhappiness with the Chen family.

No one can defeat Xue Xingchuan who holds the Frost Yu gun. No one can break the emperor's map. The situation in Kyoto will always be under the control of the Queen Mother.

No matter how you look at it, this is a situation where there is no way to crack it.

Xue Xingchuan came down from Huo Yunlin, patted its back, and motioned for it to leave.

A line of fire illuminated the night, Huo Yunlin left the battlefield and went somewhere in the night palace, waiting for the call.

Xue Xingchuan stood beneath the long steps of Ling Yan Pavilion, looking calmly at Xiao Zhang and Xiao De, the two masters of the Xiaoyao list, and slowly raised the frost Yu Shenshen in his hand.

Thousands of sergeants in the imperial city raised the crossbow in their hands, preparing to release a violent crossbow rain.

Suddenly, Xue Xingchuan's brows were wrinkled and his face slightly changed.

"Sorry." Xiao Zhang's voice penetrated the **** white paper, and it looked extremely cold and terrifying: "I am not your opponent, but it is not a contest tonight!"

Listening to this, Xue Xingchuan's face changed again, and his eyes became extremely cold, like a glacier.

Xiao De knelt on the ground on one knee and suddenly patted the ground. The bluestones on the ground shattered and splashed into the air.

At the same time, he cast the last magic weapon, a violent breath, following those bluestones, going in all directions, setting off countless smoke and dust, and immediately obscuring the scene.

An extremely violent binge sounded in the smoke.

That's Xiao Zhang's voice.

In the imperial city shrouded in night and smoke, drum-like footsteps sounded.

Xiao Zhang began to charge, like a violent horse, smashing the debris and dust, tearing the night, and in a blink of an eye, came to Lingyan Pavilion.

With a bang, the front end of his iron gun seemed to burst into a spring thunder and pierced Xue Xingchuan's face.

Xue Xingchuan snorted, Zhenyuan poured out violently, his wrists flickered, and Frost Yu's sharp gun fell off without any fancy.

When it sounded crisp, it was as if a thousand-year-old bell had been struck.

Frost Yu Shengun brightened up in the dark smoke, as if the light days in the autumn sky were as low as possible.

In this shot, it also contained an indescribable lofty artistic conception and unimaginable imperial authority.

Even Xiao Zhang couldn't avoid this shot and was directly hacked to the ground!

A few piercing abnormal sounds sounded under Lingyan Pavilion's long steps.

Xiao Zhang's hands were at the head and tail of the iron gun, and he lifted it to the sky. The middle of the iron gun was already bent!

His arms are already bent!

His knees also bent!

He went straight to the ground!

Broken bluestone on the ground!

His knee is broken!

His broken wrist!

Fresh blood sprayed from all over Xiao Zhang's body, including his lips, forming a blood cell in the night.

But it is terrifying that even with such a serious injury and the pressure of Frost Yu's sharp gun, Xiao Zhang still did not fall completely.

What is he supporting? Knowing that he is not Xue Xingchuan's opponent, why did he charge Xue Xingchuan again?

Just then, Xue Xingchuan's face changed again.

This is the third time.

Different from the previous two, this time Xue Xingchuan's expression has changed even more. His eyebrows are raised, and he is extremely angry. His face is extremely ugly, and he seems a little suspicious. Then... a mouthful of blood spewed out of his lips!

The blood is green.

Just like his eye pupil at this time, it is also turning into a faint green.

It's also like his eyebrows and hair that were blown by the night wind at this time are green.

Xue Xingchuan was poisoned and highly toxic.

He could clearly feel that tens of thousands of knives were scratching and piercing in his meridians.

His true element is leaving his body at an unimaginable speed and venting towards the world.

What is this poison? Can he hurt him?

In a very short time, he judged that there must be a colorless, tasteless, intangible and peculiar peacock in the poison.

But isn’t that the way of the Devil Princess? Could it be said that those who opposed the Queen Mother tonight actually colluded with the Demon Race?

But when did you get poisoned?

Since the dean of the business is a Taoist, this medical sage must have used drugs for everyone. He has always been very careful in this regard.

In the past six months, he never took the hands of others, whether he was eating or practicing, or even bathing and changing clothes. He was very cautious.

Suddenly, he thought of a thing and understood the reason for his poisoning. Looking at a palace in the night, his face changed again, and he became a bit painful, sad, sad.

It turned out that the medicine for healing people is poison for killing people.

The most poisonous but unpopular.

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In that secluded palace, Zhou Tong, who was severely injured by Chen Changsheng in the middle of the night, lay down like a dead man, his eyes widened, and he looked at the roof of the temple.

His eyes were like the eyes of a dead fish, there was no luster, and it looked disgusting, like the bad breath in the words muttered in his mouth.

"The most poisonous is nothing but the human heart, which is human nature, and human nature is to live, what's wrong with this?"

Zhou Tong looked at the roof of the temple, looking ashamed, and said to himself in a weak voice that no one could hear: "Neither of us are his opponents, nor a maiden. Our family is the two of us, and we can't always die. Okay, he promised that I will survive, so...brother...then you have to die."

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The blood stained Xue Xingchuan's armor with a faint luster.

The palace under the night suddenly became very quiet, and countless lines of sight fell on the long steps of the Lingyan Pavilion.

Xiao Zhang knew that the major event had been completed and could no longer support it. He painfully retracted his broken arms and pedaled the cracked ground with his only intact right foot, leaving Xue Xingchuan in front of him.

Xue Xingchuan kept coughing, and every time he coughed, an emerald green blood flowed from his lips.

The night lightly flicked, brushing the hair between his eyebrows and temples.

He no longer had the strength to hold the Frost Sharp Gun in his hand, and let it down with some fatigue.

With a muffled sound, the ground shook slightly, and Frost Yu's sharp gun fell heavily on the ground.

Xue Xingchuan did not fall, holding an iron gun in his hand, slowly lowered his head, and then closed his eyes.

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Countless exclamations sounded above the imperial city, full of sorrow and shock.

Suddenly, soaring flames ignited in the two southwest turrets, and the Eagle Pavilion in the east suddenly collapsed, and I don’t know why, suddenly there were many insidious crossbow arrows in the night, and they shot into the body of the colleagues, and the screaming continued There was a commotion everywhere, the army and guards were in chaos, and Xiao Zhang and Xiao De, who had been seriously injured, could not be ignored.

When the smoke gradually condensed, the figures of Xiao Zhang and Xiao De had disappeared, the confusion was not over, and shouting and fighting sounds were everywhere in the night.

A tall and thin figure appeared outside the gate of Chu Yin on the west side of the Imperial City.

The fire in the gate of the imperial city illuminates his face, and Qingjun is indifferent.

A Yulin Junpi will come out of the imperial city gate and watch him whisper: "Uncle."

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