Way of Choices

In the dull twilight, the beast tide is like a black ocean. Before the Black Sea stood five strong demons. There was a bigger shadow in the sky, as if it were the reflection of this black ocean.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong stood on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, separated by thousands of feet of Shinto, watching this spectacular and terrifying picture, and watching the little girl in the front exude countless wireless black wood Chun, knowing that the previous calculation is correct, the soul pivot is in front of the black stone sarcophagus, but the soul tree is in the hands of the demon.

Xu Yourong said with some regrets: "I have cultivated the Tao since I was young, but I believe in Taoism. The so-called deduction is just talking about the personnel. Now it seems that you and I can only rely on our destiny.

Looking at the shadow of the Black Sea and the sky in front of the tomb, Chen Changsheng said: "I believe in fate, but I don't believe that fate can determine everything."

When he said this, he was very serious and calm. Only the last word of the last thing shook slightly, indicating that he was still a little nervous. He settled down and continued, "The soul tree is really in the hands of the Devil, It’s no wonder that when I came to Zhouling, I didn’t encounter any monsters, but... these demons could control the monsters to kill us tomorrow morning. Why didn’t they do this, but help us clean up?”

Xu Yourong said, "The last time I passed by that piece of autumn reed, I said that the most likely thing is that they need us to guide them."

From this point of view, in the eyes of the demon, Zhou Ling's position is at least far more important than his and her life and death. What do Mozu look for in Zhouling? Is there something they must get? Whatever you think, it should be the two broken sword tactics carved on the wall of the black coffin. Thinking of this festival, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong glanced at each other.

Now the two broken sword tactics have been destroyed. Only by recombining the words and pictures that are recited in their minds can the sword tactics be reproduced.

Use this to threaten the demons in exchange for a way of life? He asked with his eyes.

"Useless." Xu Yourong looked at the girl's indifferent eyes under Shinto and shook her head.

The encounter between Phoenix and Peacock, fatal opponents, and geniuses of two different races in Zhou Yuan only triggered so many stories.

At the peak of Muyu, it can even be said that in the fierce battle, no matter how terrifying the realm of Nanke is, she is calm and wins. Even if the old piano player finally joins the battle, she is seriously injured and falls into the abyss. At the moment when he was about to enter a desperate situation, the bloodline awakened for the second time, giving birth to white wings and breaking through the night sky.

If it was not to save Chen Changsheng, in this battle, she was the undoubted winner, as long as she can leave Zhou Yuan alive, but now she, although her life is temporarily intact, is still weak and exhausted, unable to regain Battle, and Nanke has obviously recovered as before, as powerful as the peak of Muyu, and even more domineering.

Should I regret it? It should be regretted that she looked at Chen Changsheng calmly and said nothing.

Chen Changsheng didn't know that she was looking at herself because he was staring at the black ocean in front of the tomb.

The black ocean is made up of thousands of monsters and beasts, and countless powerful and **** breaths rise into the sky as if to lift the sky above the grassland.

In the beast tide there are gray larvae, there are vultures, and there are many monsters whose breath is so powerful that his consciousness cannot perceive it, let alone the terrifying shadow behind the sky.

If the monsters in the grasslands in all directions begin to attack, this black ocean can directly submerge this mausoleum, not to mention him, even those powerful generals who gather at the peak of the stars, even the saints from the Holy Realm can only go far Avoid, unless Zhou Du|fu resurrection, who can fight such a terrible beast tide with one's power?

But I don’t know whether it’s because of the tomb of Zhou Du|fu, or because of the black wood that exudes countless light. Although the animal tide is a bit stupid, especially those who have been killed by Xu Yourong. The gray larvae and the vultures kept groaning incessantly, but they stayed ten miles away from the mausoleum, and did not take a step closer.

The black ocean is a curtain, and a gorgeous streamer is drawn on it.

Looking at the scene, Chen Changsheng remembered the unforgettable encounter in the lake water that was dozens of years ago. His pupils were narrowed, and the hand holding the sword handle tightened subconsciously.

The streamer instantly crossed the seemingly long Shinto, came to the middle of the mausoleum hundreds of feet high, and came to the air in front of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.

The beautiful and smart light wings fluttered gently in the dim light, between the two beautiful women who seemed to be one.

Their brows and eyes are very beautiful, but their appearance and temperament are very different, and they can even be said to be the opposite. One is dignified, the other is charming, the other is eye-turning, and the style is like a flower country and the other is quiet. It is pure and pleasant, as if everyone is a girl, standing side by side, giving a great impact on people's vision and soul.

If Chen Changsheng is older, he may be more able to feel this temptation, but he is now only fifteen years old, and he is dedicated to cultivating longevity. He has never considered those aspects. In his eyes, these two women Still the scary witch who nearly killed herself in the lake water.

Xu Yourong said: "They are the wings of Nanke, or Shuang Bai, one is Hua Cui and the other is Ning Qiu."

This is the first time that Chen Changsheng knows their names, and he is slightly startled, and then looks at them with more emotions.

He chatted with Xu Yourong all the way. He knew that the two wings of Nanke were indeed spirits made by the candlelight witch department in some way. They had consciousness and self-awareness, but they had to listen to the master's commands for life. Not in self, as long as the master's thoughts move slightly, they will die out and die.

Hearing these two names at this time, he didn't like it. Painted Cui? Ning Qiu? This is the most common origin of the maidservant's name, giving a cowardly and humble feeling of being unable to live. Of course, he knew that the name was definitely not taken by them. What he didn't like was the name given to them, and the Majesty Princess of the Devil who could **** them.

Nanke Shuangxiu served his master every day, where he could not see the meaning in his eyes.

Huaicui is the charming beauty with extremely soft waist and soft eyes. She looked at Chen Changsheng with watery eyes, and her voice was so soft that she said: "It is a child who will hurt people."

Ning Qiu is the beautiful girl with a beautiful face and extremely elegant temperament, but she hates the sympathy and even pity in his eyes. I thought that day at the lake, you almost died in the hands of the two of us and actually sympathized with us. Life and death are controlled by the master, how ridiculous and disrespectful.

With a hint of anger, she rushed towards the stone platform.

"Ouch! What are you in a hurry! I haven't talked to him yet!"

Huai Cui was led by her and flew up the stone platform. She talked in a panic, seeming to be a little busy, but her fingertips had already appeared a faint green awn, insanely extreme.

Numerous green awns appeared in the sky before the mausoleum of the mausoleum, and the stars were scattered everywhere.

Those green awns are the poison of peacock feathers. Once they enter the flesh and blood, they will definitely die.

While fighting by the lake, they tried everything they could to break Chen Changsheng's skin, but they still attacked like this, and they must be hiding other means.

Xu Yourong quietly looked at the scene. He held a long bow in his right hand and tapped his fingers on a smooth and ancient bow with a certain rhythm. He was ready to shoot when Chen Changsheng could not cope with it.

She did not have any combat capabilities at this time, but at least she could use her bow to resist the enemy's blow. Chen Changsheng didn't give her this opportunity. Her right foot took a step forward, and the sole stepped on a stone platform with a splash of water. The power was transported from the waist to the shoulder to the wrist. The dagger turned into a straight line, toward the stone platform. Stabbed past the edge!

With a crisp sound of wiping, the air outside the edge of the stone platform seemed to be punctured directly by his sword.

What's even more amazing is that around the straight line of the pen pierced by his sword, countless white snowflakes suddenly condensed in the air. Those snowflakes are at least ten times larger than the natural snowflakes, beautiful and specific.

The snowflakes fell, just covering the pair of light wings.

The double attendants in the light wing, even in terms of individual combat power, are all in the upper reaches of the universe. Like him, after joining together, the combat power has increased dramatically, so Chen Changsheng, who only played on the lakeside that day, has no chance. In front of the host, they secretly prepared other means, but they did not expect that all the subsequent means had not had time to be exhibited, and they were broken by Chen Changsheng's sword.

The sword used by Chen Changsheng has not appeared on the mainland for at least ten years. It appeared only once in the Dacha test two months ago, so no one can recognize it.

He used the inverted stick of the National College of Education.

If you want to talk about Jiansu, the inverted stick of the State Education College is not as good as the Linguang sword of the Heavenly Taoist Academy. If you want to talk about the sword power, the inverted stick of the National Education Institute is not as good as the three swords of Wenshui, or the storms in the Jiansong from the mountain. Sword, but the downhill stick was the stick method used by the State College of Education to educate the students who violated the regulations. The most important thing was a word.

His sword seems unreasonable, but in fact it makes sense. The reason lies in the cold frost attached to the sword, and the tens of thousands of snowflakes falling over the stone platform.

The speed of Nanke's double-servant is too fast, and it doesn't make sense for him to walk with Yayue, and the area of ​​the stone platform is too small to display. He can't fight the opponent in the air, so he must limit the opponent's speed. The battle is controlled in a relatively small space.

At the same time, the downhill stick of the National College of Education lies in a strict word.

Yan is implacable, you...can't avoid it!

These two words are the heart of Chen Changsheng's sword.

Coupled with the coldness of Xuan Shuang, this sword is extremely cold.

The snowflakes fell and touched the faint green awns, instantly changing the color of those green awns to extremely dark.

The cold sword momentum took advantage of the situation to pierce the two women in the light wings.

In the air before the mausoleum stone platform, there was a strange cry with anger and unwillingness.

The wings of light fluttered, the snowflakes were fanned out, and they immediately withdrew dozens of feet away.

Huaicui and Ningqiu were pale.

A stream of blood slowly shed from between the two bodies.

Watching Chen Changsheng standing on the edge of the stone platform with swords, their eyes were full of shock and incredible expression.

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(I went home yesterday and drove a thousand kilometers. Although I was tired, it was actually very satisfying. There will be a second chapter today, but I can’t guarantee that it will be written before seven o’clock. .)

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