Way of Choices

Nuorilang peak.

Mo Shuai sat in the corner of the downhill hawk, closing his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

In addition to the green patina, there are many frost colors in the gaps of the armor.

His breath has risen to the peak state, even this mountain is showing surrender.

Of course he was not asleep, he was listening to the movement in the grassland.

He heard the sword of Lishan, the sleeve of the palace, and the slender fingertips of Nanxizhai, unmoved.

Then, he heard the sound of the iron knife coming out of the sheath, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Actually so confident?"

Many years ago, not far away from Xue Old Town, Black Robe organized a killing game against Su Li.

At the most critical moment, Chen Changsheng came out of Zhou Yuan and sent the yellow paper umbrella to Su Li's hands.

Su Li held the sword hilt, and the demon who was dozens of miles away would be hit hard.

Su Li withdrew half of his sword body and black robe retreated.

Today, Wang Po vaguely has the style of Su Li that day, although it is not a direct shot.

However, just like the magician is puzzled, after all, the dead is a strong man in the sanctuary. Wang Po should consume a lot, is he not afraid of affecting the subsequent battle?

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There was a crack in the front flap, which was blown by the wind, and it was a little inconvenient to walk. The knife intentionally cut off from the beginning, and flew to a far place like a broken kite.

Wang Po thought of Xiao Zhang, thinking that the bad-tempered guy didn't know where he was at this time, and only hoped he would never go to Xue Old Town alone.

He looked to the other side of the grassland.

There is another battlefield.

Li Shan's head waved his sleeve and said, "I don't need it here."

After more than ten years, his voice clearly rang before Wang Po.

Wang Po nodded his head and continued walking forward.

The third demon and the eighth demon suddenly put away their weapons and stepped back some distance.

The three dark magic weapons exude a cold smell, flying in the sky above them, monitoring the movement around them.

Slightly stunned from the head of the mountain, his white eyebrows fluttered, and he stepped back some distance.

At the same time, Terran cavalry and wolf riders also retreated to both sides.

Two bloodthirsty giant wolves, too heavily stimulated by the **** smell, refused to obey the order to leave, and were decapitated by the demon cavalry without hesitation.

A passage appeared in the middle of a few miles of grassland.

From the grassland to the peak of Nuorilang.

There was nothing in this passage, nothing, it was extremely quiet.

Fighting elsewhere is still fierce.

The silence here is particularly strange.

Mo Shuai opened his eyes, indicating that he was ready.

Wang Po's iron sword was also ready to be unsheathed.

At this point in the battle, it can no longer be interrupted or disturbed.

Moshuai is the strongest of the Mozu, which is already a fact recognized by Moyuxueyuan.

Wang Po’s qualifications cannot be compared with other sage domain powerhouses, but he is the undisputed human clan leader.

In a sense, the battle between them represents this war between the human race and the demons.

Such a fight should be respected.

This also means that no one can lose.

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Wang Powang looked at the mountain that was dozens of miles away.

Nuorilang is black, but now it is white.

In a short time, a thick layer of snow accumulated on the peak.

That was the appearance of Mo Shuai's fighting intention, cold and not forever.

There is a line of footprints on the grassland behind Wang Po.

That is his way.

Like his knife, it was extremely straight.

Wang Po disappeared.

When he appeared again, he had reached the sky more than ten miles away.

Mo Shuai did not wait for him at the summit.

Hundreds of feet tall, the mountain bucksaw made a painful cry.

Its nostrils spewed hot mist like a fountain, and its sinking feet trampled the rock on the top of the peak into more than ten spider web-like cracks.

The snow danced wildly.

Mo Shuai jumped into the sky, holding a knife with both hands turned.

It was an incredibly huge machete.

The blade was sharp, but there was a dark black at the edge.

No one thought that his real weapon was so short that it was such a scimitar, more than three times taller than him. It was exaggerated!

Moshuai fell from the sky, holding a scimitar in both hands, and chopped towards Wang Po!

Wang Po backhanded his knife, straight with his forearm, as if he had cut Luoshui back then, cut it down!

boom!

There was a loud noise.

The night spreading out of the valley suddenly shook like a visible black cloth, and it was like a sea of ​​ink.

Thousands of dust and smoke rose on the cliff face and grassland surface.

For hundreds of miles, both human warriors and demon soldiers were shocked to cover their ears, and there was a painful expression on their faces.

Even if they had already killed their red eyes, they had to temporarily stop the attack.

The nearest two hundred wolf riders were directly shocked to death, even the screams were too late!

Mo Shuai was shocked back to the peak of Nuorilang, and sat down accurately in the corner of the mountain.

He rolled more than 700 times in the sky, making his face pale, but only covered by the helmet and complicated jewelry patterns.

Wang Po fell on the grassland, and more than ten deep cracks extended from the bottom of his feet to the distance.

"Hahahahahaha!"

A series of hoarse and unpleasant laughter came from the magic helmet.

The laughter seemed particularly arrogant and tyrannical, making people seem to be able to see the grin on his face.

"It is said that you are a genius who is not born out of the human race. Today, it seems that this is not the case!"

Wang Po didn't speak.

His hand holding the iron knife shivered slightly.

There was a deep crack in the blade of the iron knife.

Who lost?

Did the king lose?

Mo Shuai's laughter stopped suddenly.

A mumbled noise.

This sound is like a performer performing flames on the streets of Kyoto...

Countless channels of blood flowed out of the gap in the helmet.

The blood was very rich in color, and mixed with some strange dark green.

A long time ago, some people suspected that Mo Shuai should be a member of the royal family. Today this fact has finally been proved.

Just why his blood is mixed with green?

No one is thinking about this for now.

People were shocked by what happened and could not speak.

——Moshuai was seriously injured and spurted blood!

"You are really strong, even more than the red before death."

Mo Shuai's voice became deeper, but not as unpleasant as before.

"Although you are still not the coach's opponent, the coach has to admit that it is difficult to kill you today."

For the Demon Race, killing Wang Po is more important than killing the human coach.

Since there is no way to complete this task, and since I have suffered minor injuries, what do I do to stay here?

The order was passed from the peak of Nuorilang to the grassland, and Wolf Rider started the whole team, preparing to evacuate.

The head of the mountain gave Wang Po a glance. Mao Qiuyu and Huairen also looked at Wang Po.

What should be done next depends on the meaning of Wang Po.

As long as Wang Po nodded, the cover sky sword from the head of the mountain would head towards the peak of Nuori.

Aunt Huairen was seriously injured, but she should still be able to keep the old prince of Snow Old City who had been seriously injured by Mao Qiuyu for some time.

Mao Qiuyu is responsible for keeping the third and eighth demons on the grassland.

So, or maybe there is a chance to kill Mo Shuai.

This is a seemingly simple but actually complicated method of rotation.

Several strong human figures made arrangements for a glance.

The wind blew the shirt,

Wang Po didn't nod his head, and didn't do any other movements, even small movements, like a stone statue.

He did not want to give Mao Qiuyu and others any wrong signal, because it would have very serious consequences.

Mao Qiuyu and his three men understood what he meant. Some were worried and some regretful, but they also relaxed.

It was at this time that the night gushing out of the valley suddenly became much lighter.

Because the sun in the sky becomes extremely bright!

A figure appeared in the blazing sunlight, just like a falling star, a magical man rushing towards the peak.

Xiang Wang!

In his view, this is the best chance to kill the Magic Shuai, and you must not miss it anyway!

Looking at this scene, Wang Po's expression changed suddenly.

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