Way of Choices

On the day of the lake, when Nanke and Shuangshi joined together for a long time, Chen Changsheng had no chance at all, and he was not an opponent at all. He saw that he was about to be alive and dead, relying on those silver boxes and roast sheep to find a first-line life, and then borrow Get out of sleep with a yellow paper umbrella. But now in terms of the time in the grassland, the **** and insidious battle has only passed for dozens of days, and he can actually force back the long-awaited combined attack with a sword, and even hurt them. How could a practitioner have made such great progress in such a short time? What happened to him?

From this sword, it is clear that Chen Changsheng’s state has not changed, and he still passes through the upper reaches of the universe. At the same time, his number of true elements is still much less than that of practitioners of the same level. This sword trick is certainly exquisite, but The biggest difference is that his true element somehow became cold and abnormal, and actually a large amount of snowflakes condensed by pure sword power.

Even this... is not the most important change. The most important thing is the change of his sword intention. His swordsmanship is extremely condensed and has become a substance.

You have to know that if you want to go with your heart, in just a few tens of days, how can his sword heart be so smooth?

The shock was only an instant, and it was too late to think deeply in the battle. With the high-speed vibration of the light wing, the double-servant turned into a streamer and struck the stone platform again.

On the edge of the stone platform, a bright sword light illuminates the surrounding space. The sword light appears so suddenly, incandescent, like lightning.

laugh! Jian Feng broke into the air.

The streamer stopped at this point, and then retreated quickly, turning into countless light spots in the air dozens of feet away, and then dissipated.

It is still the downhill stick of the National College of Education, the sword is still cold, the sword is still condensed, and the heart of the sword is still so clear and unbelievable.

Chen Changsheng held the sword in front of him, his face did not show any look of joy, nor was he proud of the sudden dissipation of the light wings, but was more vigilant.

Because he is very clear that although his sword is greatly improved, the first sword can unexpectedly hurt the double servants, but this second sword should not have such a perfect effect, such as an electric sword light, It was only the left shoulder of the woman named Ning Qiu that was hurt, and the other party was not seriously injured. Naturally, it was impossible to disperse the other party's light wings.

The reason why the light wing dissipated into countless light spots was because someone confirmed that Shuang Shi was not his opponent and did not want them to waste any more time.

His sight fell to the end of thousands of feet of Shinto with the scattered light, on the ground in front of the mausoleum, and then saw the little girl in her tens.

The spot of light fell on her, condensed as much as possible, and her expression did not change, because she had no expression from beginning to end.

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Nan Ke looked at the end of thousands of feet of Shinto, and looked at the young human men and women on the stone platform, but did not speak.

According to her calculations, Xu Yourong fled all the way. After killing those monsters in the early stage, the blood of the true phoenix should have been exhausted. Now the body should only have the poisonous blood planted by him. According to the truth, even if it can support this mausoleum , It should be dead at this time, why is she still alive? But it doesn’t matter. Obviously, she is already weak and unable to fight anymore. Although this fatal duel cannot be said to be her victory, the **** of death is the fairest referee. She will die and she will be alive. That’s enough. It's that boy named Chen Changsheng...

Her teacher, the black robe, did not tell her all of Zhou Yuan’s plans, and she naturally didn’t even know that because of the yellow paper umbrella and some other reasons, the black robe didn’t have time to tell her the final decision. I thought Chen Changsheng, like Qi Jian and Fang Shou, was the target he had to kill, but now it seems that he is not as good as he imagined to kill.

She is no stranger to the name Chen Changsheng, not because he won the first place in the human dynasty test, nor because he watched the former mausoleum overnight, nor because he is the youngest dean of the State Education College in history, It was because he was Xu Yourong’s fiancé. She did not expect that the human teenager could heal his injuries when he fled all the way along the grassland, and although his realm did not improve, it was more than the dozens that Shuang Shi had carefully described. The performance, sword intention and fighting power of the battle that day ago have obviously made a qualitative leap.

What happened in the grassland? Or did this change occur after they entered the mausoleum?

At this thought, her mood became worse. Of course, no matter how miraculous encounters Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong have, she now only needs to order the Beast Dynasty to attack through the Soulwood, and she can still easily kill them, but she did not do so, because the beast tide has affected the tomb. She still has some natural awe. To force them to attack, it takes her too much attention. More importantly, she doesn’t want this great and sacred tomb to be muddy, smelly, and stupid. 'S monster is messed up. If possible, she was unwilling to get close to the mausoleum except her own life, let alone set foot in it, there is really no way, she can only barely accept Xu Yourong and... At this time, Chen Changsheng stood on the high platform in front of the tomb, because In her view, although they are enemies, they have enough blood talent to defile this mausoleum.

Yes, in her eyes, this is a great and sacred tomb.

Because the human being buried in this mausoleum is the object she admires most in her life, even more than her teacher, let alone her father,

She has never revealed this kind of thinking, and even sometimes deliberately made some contrary views in the old town of Snow, because even if the Devil believes in the strong, he privately awes and even fanatically worships the devil in this tomb. There are not many races, but after all, she is a noble princess of the Mozu. How can she worship a human being?

But she never deceived herself.

She worshipped the human man buried in the mausoleum indefinitely.

In the old town of Snow, in the Demon Realm, her father was as powerful as the night sky, and only the man had torn off this piece of night sky.

Looking at the past and the future, looking at the continent and the ocean, as long as under the stars, that man is always the most powerful individual. In her view, such a strong man deserves the awe of all life, not to mention the innumerable secret connections between her teachers and the man, that connection has long become the greatest glory in her heart.

Today, she finally came before this mausoleum.

Compared with the incident itself, the dignity of Her Majesty Princess Demon and the father's indifferent attitude towards him are of no importance.

With such a mood, Nanke walked along the Shinto to the mausoleum.

There are thousands of shinto shrines. With her realm of cultivation, it only takes a moment to cross, but in order to show respect for the people in the tomb, she did not do so. Her footsteps are very gentle, but her attitude is extremely cautious, she walks slowly, and she looks solemn, as if worshipping.

During the walk, hundreds of green tails slowly emerged behind her, and then began to spread with the wind, beautiful and flamboyant. The sun on the edge of the grassland has turned into a blurry light group, and the night is not so dark. She walking on the Shinto, reflecting the last twilight, is getting brighter and brighter, as if burning.

Looking at this scene, Xu Yourong's eyes also lighted up, and then dimly, because no matter how she wanted to fight against Nanke in this state, she was unable to fight anymore. Chen Changsheng's eyes have not become brighter, because his eyes are always so bright, just like Nan Ke's expression will not change, because she will never have any expression.

In the words of Tang Thirty-six, his eyes are like two mirrors, shining brightly, often making people feel panic.

Like Xu Yourong, he also clearly perceives that Nanke has adjusted the state of the realm to a near-perfect level through shrewd walking on the Shinto as if to worship, showing that it is extremely unimaginable and powerful, but unlike Xu Yourong, he Without any intention to fight, he did not want to fight against Nanke in this state at all.

This is the biggest difference between his peerless geniuses like Xu Yourong and Nan Ke. He never fights for battle, and won for victory. When he does these things, he usually only for one reason: that is to live. In order to live, he thinks this is the most sacred reason, or meaning. So he doesn't need to adjust, meditate, worship, or burn incense, and fast for three days. When he had to start fighting, he must be ready.

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It's just that his condition today doesn't seem perfect.

This is most likely the last battle in his life. He does not have any confidence, but this is not a problem, because he has won too many battles without any reasonable victory. The problem is that when he should concentrate on the battle, he is distracted and always feels that some things have not been done.

At this time, Nanke had already reached the last section of Shinto, still more than a hundred feet away from him.

He finally couldn't hold back and turned to look at Xu Yourong.

"What's wrong?" Xu Yourong asked.

Chen Changsheng looked at her face, trying to reach out, but dare not.

Xu Yourong raised his broken hand and patted his shoulder gently, as if to wipe the snow off his clothes.

Those snowflakes have already melted away.

Chen Changsheng was satisfied, looked at her eyes and said very seriously: "If we can leave Zhou Yuan alive, I will definitely go to you."

Xu Yourong looked at his eyes, tolerating shame, pretending to calmly said, "No, I will go find you."

"Okay." Chen Changsheng never answered so quickly.

If Nan Ke gave up a pilgrimage-like gesture at this time and violently attacked, or he and she were already dead.

Fortunately, Nanke did not do that.

After finishing this thing, finally there is nothing to distract.

Chen Changsheng looked at the little girl walking slowly on the Shinto, calm and focused.

As countless people have said, spiritual practice has never been a fair thing. Although he has read Dao Zang since his childhood, his constitution is also different from ordinary people. It is so easy to make up, not to mention that there are black seas of animal tides turning around the tomb.

This is a deadly battle.

But he was still so calm, showing a calmness and calmness far beyond his age. If he only looked at the back, he had some kind of kendo style at this time.

He was able to repel strong enemies with one sword before, because his sword heart was different from the past. This long run in the grassland, after decades, he and Xu Yourong do the most thing is to talk. The most talked about is spiritual practice. From rain temples to snow temples, from autumn reeds to summer grass islands, they are always talking about these. He has the talent for spiritual practice but no fighting experience. Xu Yourong taught him a lot. More importantly, her indifferent, calm and calm attitude to practice and life has affected him a lot.

This is Dao Xin.

Jianxin is also a genus of Daoxin.

To be open-minded, who can be stronger than Xu Yourong in the younger generation of the entire spiritual world?

The two swords intersect, and the sharper the blade, the more the sword heart.

He now has a clear heart, and his sword is naturally strong and pure.

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Xu Yourong did not know that he was only fifteen years old this year. But looking at his back, her dim eyes brightened again, as if Dry Mountain finally ushered in a new rain.

She left him and returned to the front entrance of the mausoleum, looking for a corner where she could avoid rain, snow and wind, and sat cross-legged, wrapping her warm linen.

His attitude towards life might have affected her a lot.

So, she closed her eyes and began to rest.

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