Way of Choices

Chen Changsheng's hand was getting closer and closer to Xiao Zhang's face until he touched the edge of the white paper.

I don’t know if it was wet with sweat or soaked with too much blood. The edges of the white paper are not sharp, just like a meringue that has been resting on the damp Tongjiang River for three days.

At the moment his finger touched the white paper, the two black holes on the white paper suddenly lighted up.

That was Xiao Zhang opened his eyes.

He woke up.

Of course, it is also possible that he didn't faint at all.

Chen Changsheng's expression on his face was not surprised, it should have been known for a long time, and asked: "Is it enough to rest?"

Xu Yourong didn't turn around and stared quietly at the mountain peak in the sky.

The Nanxizhai Sword Array has been suppressed closer and closer to the ground by the heavy mountainous breath.

The green leaves of the plane trees are falling more and more, and the sound of the tree body is getting louder and louder, and even the bark of some places has cracked to reveal white.

Xiao Zhang looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "No one has ever dared to reveal this piece of paper. It was not there before, and it is even more so now."

His voice was cold and ruthless, like his eyes.

In the past, he was a strong player on the Xiaoyao list, and with the reputation of crazy killing, no one would want to provoke him.

Now he has successfully entered the sacred realm, and no one dares to provoke him.

To this threatening sentence, Chen Changsheng didn't care, saying: "If you don't want to wake up, I have to expose the paper."

Xiao Zhang said: "I'm a little sleepy, can't you support it? It's really useless."

Only a madman like him dare to speak to the Pope and the saint with such a tone.

Chen Changsheng still didn't care, and said, "Even if we stand on wheels, there will always be a moment when we can't hold it."

Xiao Zhang understood the meaning of this sentence and was stunned.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong decided not to delay their time, but to prepare to fight.

Where does their faith come from?

"Since it's fighting, of course you have to fight."

Chen Changsheng looked at him and said with a smile: "Maybe win or lose, who knows?"

His smile was still as clean, innocent, and gentle as when he was a teenager.

In Xiao Zhang's view, it was a bit scary.

Such a big event, so casually decided to take a fight?

Both Tonggong and Nanxizhai Sword Array can resist Yanzhishan people for a moment.

He was seriously injured, but after all, he was a new sacred domain powerhouse.

In such a situation, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong decided to stop waiting and fight Yanzhishan people directly!

Don’t they understand that Yanzhishan people, as the ancient powerhouses of the Demon Race, are much stronger than those of the Devil Generals, and even the realm might not be inferior to the Devil’s Master? Don’t they understand that if the human pope and the saint, plus him, the newly-emerging saint domain powerhouse, all die tonight, the history might really change? Obviously you can wait a bit, why fight? Why at this time, Chen Changsheng is still smiling, the smile is still so clean? Xu Yourong still has the mood to watch the stars with her hands on her back?

Everyone says Xiao Zhang is a madman, but he finds that Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong are even more crazy than themselves.

What are the answers to these?

He suddenly thought of it.

This is sharpness.

Young people's courage.

He is several decades older than Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, but for the monks, he is still young.

His eyes became sharp, like a silver gun washed in autumn water, chilling.

"How long?"

He walked to Xu Yourong and asked.

Xu Yourong said, "Forty-seven breaths."

Xiao Zhang's hoarse voice revealed again from the white paper.

"I'll break his mountain."

He carried an iron gun and walked into the northern night.

He didn't look at the shadowy mountains in the night sky above him.

The real mountain is a few miles away, where he is going.

A few days ago, he sensed the signs of breaking the border, and he did not hesitate to end his assassination career on the snowy field, and returned home all the way according to the agreed route that year. Seeing that he would return to the territory of the human race through the grassland, he saw three mountains rising suddenly in the wilderness.

Yanzhi Mountain People, Jingbo Mountain People, Yichun Mountain People.

In the face of such a terrible ancient strongman, he could not escape at all. According to the truth, he would definitely die. Who would have thought that this unprecedented pressure made him cross the threshold and broke through the sacred state in advance, and escaped dangerously and dangerously It came out, but it was still seriously injured.

After flying into a chaotic mountain by kite, he saw Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, his mind suddenly relaxed, his injuries and mental exhaustion broke out at the same time, and he passed out.

After a short rest, the injury did not heal, but his spirits were much better.

The most important thing is the appearance of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.

Two saints with the highest human status came to pick him up.

This is something to be proud of, even if he is as proud as he is.

For this, he is willing to fight one more time.

But what he said was that I went to break his mountain, not that I went to break his mountain.

Without confidence, he can break the defense of Yanzhishan people, and even without confidence, he can survive.

The wind is slack, the white paper is rustling, it seems a bit unlucky.

But his figure is not bleak.

Because the iron gun was straight, the red tassel flew.

Because of his tremendous warfare.

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Xu Yourong withdrew his eyes and looked at the night miles away, saying, "There is only one chance."

Chen Changsheng understood what she meant.

Xiao Zhang forcibly suppressed the injury and could only carry out the strongest attack, even if he had the strength to fight again later, it could not be stronger than this time.

In other words, if they want to break through and break the Yanzhishan people head-on, they have only this chance.

The night wind fell on his face, a little bit cold, not like a knife, but more like the water in the stream of Xining Town in early spring.

Chen Changsheng clenched his fist in his left hand, and the stone beads transformed from the Tianshu monument fell from his cuffs and came to his wrist.

Feeling the weight of Shi Zhu, his mood became heavy, and he took a deep breath before calming down.

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At night, Yanzhishan people really look like a mountain.

Not the mountain range in the distance, but a more real rock mountain.

This rock mountain is not particularly tall, but it seems to be connected with the rocks deep in the earth, giving a feeling of unshakable.

Xiao Zhang went to the mountain and stopped.

The starlight fell on his face, reflected by the white paper, and looked even whiter, somewhat like the moonlight behind the snow old city.

A very strange thing happened, the iron gun red tassel danced lightly, and actually wandered away those stars.

The starlight seemed to become a real existence, one after another.

The world is relative.

Nihility becomes real, what about real things?

In the starlight, Xiao Zhang's figure disappeared from time to time, as if it might disappear at any time.

If you only observe with the naked eye, you can't determine where he is.

This is the Taoist image after seeing through the heaven and earth.

Tonight he has just broken the ground to become a holy man, and his understanding of the law of heaven and earth is not enough.

This is the ability of the powerful in the sacred field, whether it is fighting or sleeping, they can make them and the world know each other more deeply.

There are two groups of flames at the height of the black rock mountain, which is extremely cold.

A low and indifferent voice rang from the rock mountain.

"For hundreds of years, you can rank in the top three for the strength of the war."

The Yanzhishan people seem to know that Xiao Zhang still has combat power, but he doesn't care.

Even if there are Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, he doesn't care.

He behaved indifferently, and he also felt the other party's mood.

In his opinion, this evaluation can be said to be extremely high praise.

Xiao Zhang didn't appreciate it, and said, "You monster, there are quite a few words."

The Demon Race has been called the Protoss Race, but it is called the Devil, and it is not very angry. The so-called Demon God is one thing. But they do not like to be called monsters, or because it is easy for them to think of monsters, and in the long history of the river, most of the time, monsters are playing the role of slaves of the demon.

The Yanzhishan people's eyes became colder.

Xiao Zhang sneered and said, "Why? There are stones all over him, and of course monsters, don't you agree?"

Yanzhishan people said: "Wushan people."

Xiao Zhang smiled and said: "Ha ha ha ha! What a mountain man, but a black mountain demon!"

The hoarse laughter echoed in the grassland.

Laughter stopped suddenly.

Xiao Zhang stabbed in the past.

The starlight fell on the grassland, like a shallow stream.

As the iron spear pierced, the starlight suddenly moved into a cloth.

The iron gun fell between the rocky mountains, the starlight fell with it, and then it burst into countless pieces of silver.

This picture is extremely beautiful, it looks like a firework, and it looks like a real flower petal blooming.

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A silver flower suddenly burst into the night and miles away.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong knew that it was the encounter between the iron gun and the cliff.

Immediately afterwards, a yellow dragon emerged from the grassland there, and it roared, with a hint of red fading in and out.

Two powerful breaths directly brought up all the gravel in the radius of a few miles, the starlight suddenly dim, extremely difficult to see.

The realm strength of the Yanzhishan people was unfathomable. While dealing with the horror iron gun, he did not forget to continue to suppress Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.

The mountain range in the night sky was suddenly pushed down, and five peaks like fingers were directly shot into the Nanxi Zhai sword array.

The harsh, unpleasant sound of rubbing kept ringing.

Countless cliff stones were cut by swords, and they fell down, and turned into blue light in the air.

The palm-like mountain is closer to the ground.

The plane tree bends to the extreme and may break at any time, and the green leaves between the branches are almost gone.

Xu Yourong was already prepared and calm as usual, and said softly, "Go."

A clear light flashed over, and Tu Hao disappeared in place.

Chen Changsheng sent it to Zhou Yuan, and then took her hand.

A pair of white wings spread in the night breeze, burning a golden flame.

A stream of light illuminates the grassland, and two flames run through the night.

In the gust of wind composed of sand and grass debris, a hole appeared.

Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng came to Yanzhishan.

The two swords light up, extremely bright, and then together, they become a dazzling sword rainbow.

The iron gun reproduced, arrogantly carried Jianhong to the Rock Mountain, and bloomed a domineering flower in the night sky.

There was a loud noise, and the earth was unsteady.

Countless gravel flew up, tearing the night like arrows, and within dozens of miles, I don’t know how many beasts were killed.

The smoke gradually fell, and the figure of Yanzhishan people gradually appeared.

Two extremely profound sword marks appeared in the middle of the mountain, looking with eyes, I was afraid that it would be about depth.

The two sword marks crossed and looked like the Southern Cross constellation most familiar to the demon princes of Snow Old City.

The place where the sword marks intersect is deeper than others, the shape is round, and the edges are smooth, like a hole cut out by a craftsman with a tool, and it looks extremely dark.

There are traces left by the iron gun.

If you compare this rock mountain to a person, the location of the sword mark and the gun hole is the person's chest, and it is slightly to the left, which is the place of the Yufu.

A arrogant shot, a combination of two swords, finally broke through the defense of Yanzhishan people.

That position is the only loophole of the Yanzhishan people.

This was calculated by Xu Yourong.

The question is, does that hole completely cross the mountain?

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There are cracks everywhere on the grassland surface, and the black soil and grass scraps are mixed together, which can no longer be separated.

Xiao Zhang lay on the ground, the white paper on his face was soaked in blood, staring at Yanzhishan people who were dozens of feet away.

Chen Changsheng was also seriously injured, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his face pale and coughing constantly.

The hole in the paper is very dark, Xiao Zhang's eyes are deep, his voice is hoarse, like a broken clock.

"Damn, isn't that good?"

Chen Changsheng sighed.

They broke the mountain, but they could not even the mountain.

Xu Yourong stood up and pulled the longbow again.

Her face was very white, and she became paler with the movement of the bow, and looked like snow.

The black hair brushed across her cheeks, contrasting sharply and thrillingly.

A mouthful of blood spewed out of her lips.

The white offering was covered with blood, and looked like broken flowers.

Her breath was stronger. (Note)

The strings move silently.

A beautiful little arrow broke through the night and fell silently on the mountain.

Unbiased, not bad, shot into that hole.

There was a snapping sound, as if something was broken.

Xiao Zhang and Chen Changsheng felt an extreme pain in their chests.

Because they heard that voice.

It was a heartbreaking voice.

Xu Yourong's face was as white as paper, and he was shaking, his lips overflowing with blood.

Even herself, she was injured by the delicate little arrow.

Yanzhishan people suffered the most damage naturally.

An extremely painful roar rang from the cliff.

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(The title is of course Wen Rui'an. At first, I was going to use a stunning shot and a sad arrow directly. I should still see the traces in the chapter, but when I think about it, I always think that Xiao Zhang is called by this name. It’s a shame not to be arrogant, and tolerant is not those stinky men in Kaifeng City. Tonight, her name is Li Shengnan... By the way, the WeChat public account of the oldest six is ​​recommended here. There are updates every day, not advertisements. A few days ago, he happened to write about Jin Shi’s legacy, which was really good, simple and clear. As for my WeChat public account, did any students pay attention? Maoni1118 is me, this is of course an advertisement, or hard and wide. Finally, This chapter is four thousand words. I wish the girls a happy holiday. Well, let’s talk back to Li Shengnan... Do you understand what I mean? You still have to be amazing, really, this is the most important thing.)

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