Way of Choices

The sword rises, the sword falls, the wind and snow masterpiece.

The sweaty sword, like the scenery on the midwinter snowfield, entered the starlight extremely coldly.

Countless sounds of clear cracking sounded, countless stars were cut and shredded.

Those stars are not real, just the condensation of starlight. Although they were shattered by the sweaty sword of snow and snow, they would not be really broken, but turned into countless fragments shining with starlight.

In the night sky in front of Shinto, there are countless traces of meteors, and at the forefront of those traces, there is an extremely tiny star fragment.

Countless stars trailing the tail also appeared on the water in Shiping and the canal, which was especially beautiful.

The extremely dense meteors passed through the violent snow and fell on the sweaty body.

It was like a rain shower, as if the sand was hitting the tent. The surface of the old armor suddenly had countless small wounds.

The dust in the gap of the armor was fluttered, the rust on the surface of the armor was gradually peeled off by the star debris, and some faint red colors could be seen faintly.

"Useless coward!"

Seeing the stargazers enter the snow with starlight, occupying the advantage of the field, Infinite Bi can no longer wait for his husband to start first, sighed with resentment, and swept away there.

Along with her figure came to the bottom of the Shinto, and there were hundreds of feet of turbulence, that is the cold sea water, the death intention of death.

If you want to win the battle in the realm of the sacred realm, you must inevitably have no hands to keep. She is the most powerful way of doing things!

Bang! Thunderous thunderous waves rang in the Tomb of the Heavenly Book, and the endless waves crashed towards the sweat!

There was no change in emotions on the sweaty old face, like an old tree root that had been cut off for hundreds of years.

There was no change in the look in his eyes, like an old well that had dried up for hundreds of years.

Facing the joint attack of the two most powerful peers, he still held the sword in his hand and cut it straight forward.

His sword came from the snowy field in the north, and it was cold to the extreme.

The wind and snow were blowing violently, to swallow the countless tiny meteors, and to freeze the vast turbulence directly.

Can he do it?

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The world before the Tianshuling Shinto is divided by three sublime breaths and presented as three magical pictures.

Three points in the night sky, one side is full of meteors, one side is full of wind and snow, and one side is full of blue waves.

In the distance, there is a small red flower that appears and disappears in the snow, in the stardust, and in the wild, as bright as before.

Countless snowflakes fell one after another, and the channel water had just been frozen and condensed, and it was re-breaked by the subtle meteor. Then, countless backwaters with the meaning of silence were beaten.

The rust marks on the sweaty armor were wiped off by the little meteors, and washed by the endless sea water, and became extremely bright.

The surface of the armor reflects the extremely complicated light after the starlight and seawater are mixed, and the night sky above the Tianshuling is painted with a layer of secluded color.

There were two muffled noises, and a trace of the dust appeared on the chest of the bright armor, with a star-like pattern next to it, about an inch deep, almost penetrating.

The blood flowing slowly through the gaps in the armor was instantly frozen into blood flowers like blood coral.

At the same time, facing the strongest attacks of the two powerful players in the sacred realm, how profound the historical cultivation of the history is, he was forced to be at a disadvantage, and he was already in danger.

However, the little red flower behind the wind and snow, deep in the stardust, and high above the blue waves still swayed silently, obviously not meant to join the battle.

Bianhong suddenly looked up and looked at the summit of Tianshuling.

A look of consternation appeared in his serene eyes.

Tianhai Shenghou stood at the top of Tianshu Mausoleum. No matter how fierce the battle situation was under Shinto, her expression did not change a bit, and she didn’t even look at it.

Her eyes fell on a very distant place, tens of thousands of miles away.

Her soul is also tens of thousands of miles away.

The monk suddenly opened his eyes by the old temple stream in Xining Town, tens of thousands of miles away, and looked across.

A night breeze flicked the forest tip, and it also flicked the coat of the beautiful woman across the stream.

The Empress Tianhai stood by the creek, but it seemed to be no longer there.

The monk frowned slightly, flicked his sleeve, and threw the rosary in his hand into the stream.

With a puff, the rosary fell into the stream, but did not sink, but suddenly burst into dozens of beads and shot towards the stream in all directions.

The blood lotus that swayed between the two breaths was violently moved by these beads, like being pulled by an invisible rope, slowly and difficultly drifting to the other side.

He sensed something, so he did not hesitate to give up this string of portable dharma beads, but also to lock the starlight around the stream and leave her soul here.

Tian Hai Sheng's lips slightly raised, showing a sneering smile, and waving his sleeves.

The gentle night breeze fell on the creek, and the blood lotus that was floating could no longer move forward. Those beads scattered like crescent stars on the creek, somehow shivered.

When the night was calm, she had disappeared by the stream.

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Because of many considerations, the wilderness between Kyoto and Luoyang does not have much cultivated land, and most of them are wilderness.

Late in the early autumn, these fields that had just been flooded by heavy rain were extremely muddy. They were no better than the swamps northeast of Baidi City.

For Ji Tao, this is nothing.

After he left Kyoto, he walked eastward all the time. It didn't take long for him to easily see the outline of the male city.

However, instead of moving forward, he stopped in the wilderness and looked at the hourglass in his hand.

The upper part of the hourglass is almost empty, and the falling sand flow is very thin, as if it may be interrupted at any time.

He looked up at the night sky.

There should have been a starry night sky, but at this time no star was seen, only endless black.

At the edge of the night dome, you can see a lot of high-speed flowing clouds, but only a little silver glow can be seen there.

The night clouds were tearing each other, entangled, combined, and the night in the middle, forming an increasingly clear picture.

It was a huge black dragon that traversed the entire night sky like a mountain.

The edge of this black dragon glowed with silver, giving a particularly cold feeling.

Ji Taoren stood in the wilderness, looking at the dragon turned into the night sky, his expression became dignified.

Since the beginning of the war, he was finally determined by Tianhai Shenghou.

He can even clearly feel that the spirit of Tianhai is returning from tens of thousands of miles away, and Tianhai, at the top of Tianshu Mausoleum, is also taking back his sight.

If her sight finally falls here, if her soul returns to the body, if she comes here, then he will have to fight her head-on.

Even though she can now be said to be at the weakest moment two hundred years ago, he still does not want to fight her head-on.

Twenty years ago, he had learned enough lessons.

A clear light overflowed from the depths of his robe.

This clear light is extremely noble and holy, and cannot be described in human language at all.

His robe began to tremble slightly, especially at the cuff.

With a snort, the cuffs of the robe were cracked, and more than ten extremely thin cloths were pulled out by invisible force.

In the night sky, more than ten cracks appeared on the body of the black dragon, which was obviously formed by Taoism, and the clear light appeared from the inside.

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The soul returned from thousands of miles away.

The eyes of the Queen of Heaven and Sea became brighter.

She withdrew her gaze to the distance, not Luoyang, but looked at her feet.

An extremely clear Fengming suddenly appeared in the Tianshu Mausoleum, resounding through the night vault!

This sound is so overbearing. In addition, everything between heaven and earth can't dare to make any sound anymore!

The Empress Tianhai disappeared in front of Chen Changsheng.

Suddenly there were two black lights like smoke and fog on the white shinto.

The edge of the black light cuts the space, making an extremely sharp noise.

Those are the wings of Phoenix.

The Queen of Heaven and Sea finally showed her strongest face in front of the world.

Nothing can be faster than her, regardless of voice, sight, or even thought.

She did not go to Luoyang, but fell like a black lightning on Shiping under the Shinto.

The dark wing of the phoenix fluttered the night breeze, but darkened the night.

In the dark night, stretched out a white, crystal-clear finger.

The finger calmly and irresistibly destroyed all the snow, meteor and sea water ahead, and nodded at the Dao Gu's brow.

That finger suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Taoist.

The eyes of Infinite Blue swelled with flustered emotions, which could have been regarded as a beautiful face, distorted by shock and fear.

She screamed in horror, her clothes shook sharply, and waves of traces were raised on the ground, and she quickly backed away.

At the same time, the dust in her hand danced desperately in front of her, and scattered waves of silence.

However, where did she avoid that finger?

The finger was very stable and calm, and there was no flame on it. However, it had the hottest temperature in the world. It was the real fire of the Phoenix.

In the chirping sound, the waves with the meaning of death were instantly evaporated into countless white mists, and then quickly spread out.

The layers of water waves on the ground were instantly evaporated to dryness and started to burn. The fire spread extremely quickly to the feet of Infinite Bi, and the roar ignited the hem of her robe!

The finger continued to move forward, calm and stable, but immensely magnificent, as if there were thousands of mountains and rivers in front of it, we should avoid it.

Endless Bi looked at the finger that was getting closer and closer, and his face was ashamed, desperate.

A snapping sound.

A small red flower appeared in front of the endless eyebrows.

The little red flower is very tender, the petals tremble gently in the night breeze, very bright, and even a few drops of dew can be seen on the petals, a little wet.

The finger landed on the little red flower, the petals trembled, and the dewdrops evaporated at a rate visible to the naked eye, but they dissipated much slower than the previous waves.

The true fire of Tianfeng can ablate everything in the world.

The petals gradually softened, and then dried up, seemingly stunned.

In the end, Peng dissipated in the night breeze.

That finger also disappeared at the same time, I don't know where to go.

Endless Biwang shouted shouting somewhere: "Flee!"

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(A cold is really uncomfortable and I want to swear.)

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