Way of Choices

From Xunyang City to Wanliu Garden, Zhu Luo has suffered two blows in a row, which is no longer the heyday, but when he wrote the sword, he was still the strong man in the sacred field, with his own wind and rain.

The heavy rain tonight has been down for a long time, and now, there is still a lot of rain flowing down from the mountain. The rainwater flowed into the white shallow channel, and the water in the channel gradually became muddy.

Suddenly, those dim canals turned white, like snow flakes.

Not because of purification, but because of the refraction of light.

An extremely bright and splendid brilliance appeared below the Tianshuling.

This glory comes from the sword in Zhu Luo's hand.

Immediately afterwards, a white cluster of light appeared in the night sky where Yun Sanxing appeared. Everyone knew that this was a fake, but it looked as real as it looked.

Zhu Luo's sword was chopped towards Tianshuling.

A moon blooms with it.

In the night sky, a moonlight was also born.

The water in the shallow channel became extremely bright, and the white was dazzling.

The shinto made of white jade is also extremely white.

One sword, two moons, rise and follow, like tide.

This is exactly the strongest swordsmanship that Zhu Luo realized after seeing the Demon Moon in the extreme northern snowfield hundreds of years ago.

It was through this set of swordsmanship that he directly beheaded and killed the second demon at that time, laying down the reputation of the world after that.

Tonight is his last night, this sword must be his last sword, then of course it will be his strongest sword.

The entire Tianshu Mausoleum was illuminated by the moonlight. It was truly awe-inspiring that this unscrupulous man in Tianliang County had urged the sword intention to such a realm under the premise of serious injuries.

However... such a powerful and exquisite sword, failed to enter Shinto, let alone reach the peak of Tianshuling.

At the moment when two moons rose with the sword's intention, another light suddenly burst into the sky below.

This light is brighter, whiter, and more murderous than Yuehua brought by Zhu Luo.

That is also a sword light.

The sword-like light of the snow covered the world under the Shinto in a very short time.

The two powerful swordsmanship met.

The water in the shallow channel jumped like a boil, spraying countless crystal beads into the night sky, and then cut in half.

Numerous straight sword marks appeared on the hard black stone ping, which penetrated deeply into the ground, about a few feet deep.

Numerous stern cutting sounds filled the sky and earth, making them look terrible.

Is it that the two moons can disperse the wind and snow, or the wind and snow can finally cover the moon?

An extremely harsh metal rupture sounded!

The wind and snow made a great deal, and Yue Hua in the night sky was blown apart and shattered, and Yue Hua in front of Shinto was also obliterated!

The figure of Zhu Luo suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, he returned to the front of his wheelchair.

His face was very pale, and the sword in his hand was broken.

The gray hair fluttered gently in the night breeze, with several stems falling off from time to time.

With the determination to die, he cut this sword towards Tianshuling. He was so determined that he would not choose to retreat.

He was forced to retreat directly by the sword-like sword.

The Queen of Heaven and Sea has not yet shot, whose sword is so powerful?

Juluo's body shook slightly, as if at the next moment, he would be blown to the ground by the night wind.

The stargazer glanced at him.

Juluo slowly shook his head, slowly withdrawn the broken sword in his sheath, slowly raised his head, and looked forward.

He can make these movements more chic, but he doesn't, but he does it very seriously and slowly, because he knows that this is the last time he has received his sword.

The snow-like sword gradually dissipated, revealing the picture beneath the Shinto faintly, and I could see a pavilion there.

There was a man sitting in the gazebo.

Zhu Luo looked over there and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that you are already so strong."

With a soft bang, the front of his shirt split open, showing a clear and deep scar, and blood gradually overflowed.

"Two years ago, Xunmei went to death to seek the way and touched me. That night, I decided to break through. Since then, I have been so strong."

An ancient voice rang from under the gazebo.

This sound came from the armor, as if smeared with dust and rust on the surface of the armor for enough time.

When the voice fell, the dust gradually rose, and then there was a sound of metal friction.

Immediately afterwards, the pavilion collapsed, and the smoke and dust made a big appearance, during which there was a mountain-like figure looming.

Sitting under this pavilion for more than 600 years, I finally stood up tonight.

He is the guardian of the Tianshuling.

The first **** of the mainland, history.

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Looking at the pavilion crashing down and the figure in the smoke, people were shocked and their expressions became extremely dignified.

The strong men who came to Tianshuling, no one will forget the existence of this legend, but people are used to seeing him as a statue or a symbol.

For more than six hundred years of guarding the tomb, the first **** of the mainland, Han Qing, has won the respect of the entire world. Even if the wind and rain in all directions are not dared to treat him with any contempt.

Everyone knows that if it wasn't for the oath to keep the tomb, he would have entered the sacred realm many years ago.

But tonight, people only realized that he had already broken through!

He stood before Shinto, holding a scabbard in his left hand and an army sword in his right hand. Although there was only one person, it seemed like a thousand troops.

"Before His Majesty Taizong returned to Xinghai, you once swore that this life will not be sacred."

Juluo ignored the deeper wound in his chest and abdomen, staring at Khan Qing and saying, "Now that you have broken your vow, what face will you see your majesty in the future?"

Except for the powerful sacred realms of Zhu Luo, stargazers, and others, no one knows this matter, nor does anyone understand why Emperor Taizong will make such a vow before His Majesty dies.

Even the head of the Qiushan family obviously didn't know the inside story, a thoughtful look on his face.

Han Qing was silent, and did not answer Juluo's words. The shadow of the helmet obscured his face. I didn't know what expression he had on the moment.

"The old man, the old vows, don't matter anymore."

Zhu Luo said with emotion: "Yes, even in Xunyang City, I have broken the oath of the starry sky. How can I be harsh on you when I shoot Wang Po?"

After saying this, he slowly sat back in the wheelchair and slowly closed his eyes.

The blood spilling from the wound between his chest and abdomen suddenly changed color and became crystal clear, as if there were a lot of crystal debris inside.

Those crystal blood turned into countless brilliance in the night wind.

His body also turned into countless brilliance, just like the bright piece on the Mozu Snowfield hundreds of years ago.

Guanghua was gradually scattered by the night breeze and drifted away in all directions until there was no trace.

Only one empty wheelchair remained.

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Juluo is dead.

No matter what the world thinks of him, especially after the night rain in Xunyang City, he is still a big man on the mainland.

Although he was defeated twice by the Southern Saint and Su Li, he was ultimately the strongest in the sacred realm, the great master of the human race.

When he was young, he went north to the snowfield several times and made great achievements, capable of poetry and wine, extremely chic, and is an idol of many people.

After all, he is the desperate sect master, the master of Tianliang County, and the wind and rain in all directions.

If it is placed in peacetime, a big man like him dies, which will inevitably shake the entire continent.

Tonight, his death seemed so ordinary.

This is not just to say that his death seemed too plain, but also that when he saw his death, many people's emotional reactions were not so exaggerated.

This means that everyone has a certain psychological preparation, such a thing will continue to happen, and such a picture will appear.

There will inevitably be a strong fall in the sacred realm.

I just don't know if it's the wind and rain in all directions, or the saint at the top of the Heavenly Book.

Tonight, it was really a terrible night.

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A crackling sound.

The sword sheath in Han Qing's hand fell on his feet, splashing a little rain.

The muddy water in the ditch jumped up, then fell, and fell silent, afraid to move again.

Two far-reaching eyes looked from the dark place under the armor to the surrounding of the Tianshu Mausoleum.

A voice also spread from the dark place under the armor to the surrounding of the Tianshu Mausoleum.

"God of Shinto, die."

This was the explanation given to Tian Changsheng by Chen Haisheng before taking him to the summit of Tianshuling.

There was no one talking.

The stargazer looked at the empty wheelchair silently, and Lisa didn't know when it had been released, revealing his plain face.

The expression on the other red face was very dignified. Infinite Bi stood beside him, and the dust resting in the arms had fallen to the waist. Her hands were tight, and pale.

Although Zhu Luo said that he was seriously injured, he was one of the ups and downs after all.

If what Han Qing said is true, he has only been in the sacred field for two years. According to the truth, understanding and mastering the rules of heaven and earth should be far inferior to Juluo.

However, with only one sword, he killed Juluo.

This fact makes them difficult to accept and a bit heavy.

But no matter how difficult it is to accept, the facts have already happened, and what should be done must be continued after all.

The three winds and rains have faintly felt that the gods and souls of Tianhai Saint have already gone elsewhere. At this time, it was only her people who stood at the top of the Tianshu Mausoleum, and she had just fallen into the realm because of changing the fate of Chen Changsheng. Because Chen Changsheng was not the prince of Zhaoming, he was mentally shocked. It can be said to be the weakest moment in more than two hundred years.

This means that this is the moment when the Queen Mother is most likely to be defeated.

They cannot miss this opportunity now.

If they want to go to Shinto and fight the Queen of Heaven and Sea, first they will have to defeat the young gods under the Shinto.

And people don’t know, but they know the biggest secret of Han Qing, they even want Han Qing to die.

Infinite Bi's expression was tense, and there was a moment of fear flashing in his eyes, but he was eventually replaced by madness.

In the eyes of Tianhai Shenghou, she is stupid and incompetent, almost an idiot. After all, she is a strong man in the sacred field. Dao Xin's occasional frustration does not completely affect her state of mind.

"His history must have been hurt, this is a chance." She said to the other red: "Hurry up!"

The small flowers of the flowers sway gently at the lower end of the tail finger, during which there is a rhythm that turns the night wind into a good-looking appearance.

Indifferently silent, he did not obey his wife.

The rain had long since stopped, and Yun Kaixing appeared. Suddenly, the stars seemed to be brighter.

It gives a feeling that the stars in the sky are closer to the ground.

Next to the wheelchair, there is no stargazer, only a hat in the rain.

The sky full of stars came to the Tianshu Mausoleum as if it were real, and with that figure, it rolled towards the position where Han Qing stood.

Khan Qing raised his head slightly and was concealed by his armor for more than six hundred years. His dark face was finally illuminated by the starlight.

It was a very old face.

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