Way of Choices

You can touch fish in the lake because there are fish in it, but there is no sword in the lake.

Moreover, Chen Changsheng didn't touch it, but took it directly.

This is a more concise and powerful movement, indicating that he knows where the sword is beforehand.

Like a trick, he took a sword from the lake.

Then stabbed at the business boat.

Shuihua sprinkled along the body of the sword, the sword light followed, and it was extremely transparent from the inside out.

The lake shore became brighter, and the water splashes were like silver trees and stars.

More than a dozen stars lit up, stunned by the star lines in the night sky.

The business firm stepped back from the stars and instantly reached more than ten feet away.

There was a snort.

A crack appeared in his collar.

A piece of blood oozed out from inside, as if the petals of Momei were painted on the blue pavement.

"Master, admit defeat."

Chen Changsheng said to Shangxing Zhou.

The lake water dripped from the tip of the sword in his hand and fell on the rock, making a beeping sound like he was urging.

Shangxing Zhou did not answer, and moved forward calmly, and came to him again.

He held the sword in both hands and raised it to the top of his head.

Bare arms gleam in the sun, like a real statue, showing strength perfectly.

There is still no sword move, nor any profound meaning, just the most simple cut.

With a rub, the air and the sword body rubbed violently, producing a dazzling firework.

The hot, violent breath emanated from the body of the business firm and the sun.

The blood stains on the blue kimono instantly evaporated into blue smoke.

The water stains on Chen Changsheng's sword also turned into smoke, disappearing without a trace.

Qingli's sword light revived, but it was not a stab at the merchant bank.

Chen Changsheng knew that Shangxing Zhou would not respond to his sword, so no matter how fast his sword was, it would be meaningless.

He can only return the sword.

when!

The two swords met again.

Thunder struck across the courtyard wall from the lake and resounded through Kyoto.

The rainstorm was repeated, the wall was destroyed by trees, the wind was roaring, the bank was rocky, and the lake was flooding.

Over ten large or small ponds appeared on the grass.

The business firm Zhou and Chen Changsheng disappeared.

They came to the library building behind the grass.

The stone steps ascending to the library building are covered with spider webs and slightly sink.

Chen Changsheng lay inside, his hands on the ground, ready to stand up.

The sword he took from the lake flew away again.

His stupid sword was not broken, but he was not able to take over the overbearing sword of the merchant boat.

The residual wind brushed the blue coat, making a loud noise, with several cracks in it.

The merchant boat went towards the library building.

Chen Changsheng didn't turn his head, his right hand fell on the break, and then pulled out.

Accompanied by the friction between metal and gravel, a sword appeared in his hand.

His movements are particularly natural, as if they have already been prepared and practiced countless times.

No matter how incredible the picture appears more often, it is hard to be surprised.

There is no change in the look of Shangxing Zhou.

Chen Changsheng stood up and looked at him seriously and said, "Master, admit defeat."

Shang Xingzhou still did not speak, and stepped forward in silence, holding Dao Jian with both hands and waving it.

The sun shone on the sword body and naked arms.

The pattern on the sword and the structure of the muscles are so clear.

The breath of life is as strong as the smell of death, as intoxicating or terrifying as spirits.

There was a loud noise, and there was a lot of smoke.

A very deep gully appeared in front of the library building.

The black and bright floor kept rising and then cracked.

The collapsed shelves are full of old books flying around.

He used to watch stars here night after night.

Luo Luo also spent many nights with him here.

But his master spent more time here than he did.

The window is broken.

Chen Changsheng fell into the fountain in the front yard, soaking wet.

The lion's mouth had fangs in his mouth, and he was spraying water.

The thick water column of fingers fell on his head, and the picture looked a little funny.

It is very close to the courtyard door, and you can hear the tense breathing and exclaiming sounds in Baihua Lane.

People in Baihua Alley heard him falling in the fountain.

Powerful persons such as Wang Po, Xiang Wang, Zhongshan King and Linghai King can even "see" the pictures in the State College of Education even with their ears.

The fountain is dim.

A tall figure covered the sky.

Shangxing Zhou did not give Chen Changsheng any chance to breathe and appeared again.

A few dozen feet away, Wang Zhice and Tang Sanshi also appeared on the grass.

The rest should still be in the Baicao Garden.

Xu Yourong appeared beside the woods on the other side, his white wings slightly shaking.

Where is the little black dragon at this time?

"I'm curious."

Wang Zhice watched Chen Changsheng stand up from the fountain and said, "Is there a sword here? Where will it be hidden?"

The lion statue is majestic, the fountain is large, but the pool is shallow.

The teaching and the students of the National College of Education are passing by. It is hard not to find the sword inside.

Tang Thirty-six did not speak, and Chen Changsheng responded with action.

He tipped his hands into the lion's mouth, the water splashed, and pulled out a sword from inside.

Looking at this picture, Xu Yourong thought of something and felt a little disgusted, covering his mouth.

Wang Zhice said with emotion: "Is it okay?"

Tang 36 raised his eyebrows and said, "Why not?"

Wang Zhice sighed: "I thought that sword."

Tang Thirty-six said: "Wrong, I have hidden a lot of swords here."

Wang Zhice asked: "How many swords are there?"

"Everywhere."

Tang Thirty-six opened his arms and closed his eyes, very intoxicated.

"As long as he is in the National College of Education, he will not lose."

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...

The fountain suddenly broke, the tail of the stone lion fell off, and the fracture was very smooth.

Shangxing Zhou and Chen Changsheng's sword met again.

The thunder sounded again.

Only this time it lasted a long time, and it never stopped.

Swords were everywhere in the National College of Education, and sometimes there was a horrible roar.

Can't see the figure of the master and apprentice.

From time to time, swords flew out of the woods and out of the library, slantingly on the grass and by the broken wall, shaking slightly.

During this time, I don't know how many swords Chen Changsheng found again, and then he was shot off by the merchant boat.

Suddenly, Jianming stopped.

The National College of Education became very quiet.

The quietest place is a building to the west.

Judging from the architectural style, it should be a sermon hall for preaching, but for some reason, the walls are painted vermilion, which is particularly conspicuous.

There are two rows of maple trees planted on the periphery of the building, probably because of the formation. No matter what season, they are red.

The blue Taoist clothes were full of mouths, densely packed, and still with sword intentions.

The blood oozes from the inside constantly, and it looks terrible.

The merchant boat suffered many injuries.

Chen Changsheng's injury was more severe, his face pale, covered with blood, and his hands hanging beside him shivered slightly.

"Do you still have a sword?"

Asked the firm.

Chen Changsheng took a short sword from the flower pot around him and said, "This is the last one."

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(Guess what the name of this building is.)

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