Way of Choices

The water surface is shaking faster and faster, the water lines are getting denser and denser, and the lines scattered around are gradually squeezed together, impacting and tearing each other, and eventually become countless drops of water, which are shaken off the surface of the water and the grass that is broken into powder The debris mixed together to form a pale cyan fog, somewhat transparent, and the light in the distance penetrated into it, and a faint shadow could be vaguely seen.

The shadow is very thin and straight, like a straight line that has not been drawn, and it is very light. It seems that the ink drawing this line has been poured into countless lakes, giving people a feeling that this thin shadow is obvious In the fog, it seems to be somewhere else, obviously in front of it, but it does not seem to exist, even if it exists in other worlds, it is just the projection of a real object in Zhou Garden.

The cyan water mist is the dividing line between the real world and other worlds. According to the logic, this kind of barrier that isolates the space should be extremely strong. However, the cyan water mist will disperse the next moment after it appears. It spread out so quickly that the surrounding space was too late to react, and a terrible hurricane rang in the grassland.

——In a very short time, the object spreads rapidly, in fact this is an explosion. Using simple language to describe the picture at this time, it should be said that the blue mist of water exploded. It's just... this explosion didn't make any sound, except for the wind that roared past, it was very strange and terrifying.

Silently does not mean softness and weakness, countless terrifying breaths and unimaginable invisible sharp edges, as the blue water mist dissipates, spreads around the grassland, easily catches up and then surpasses those squeezed away by space deformation The hurricane was the first to touch those living or inanimate things in the grassland.

Whether it is wild reeds or the golden bells that are unique to the southern swamps, countless grasses have been shredded and turned into a flickering green rainstorm, rumbling scattered around, and the stones in the grass have been shredded and changed. Nail-sized gravel, blown by the wind like an arrow in the water of the wetland, stunned the frogs and swimming fish hidden in the mud, and then the frogs and swimming fish were broken, regardless of scales Or fish fins, all turned into pieces, and the ground in the wetland was shattered, as if turned over 72 times by a diligent and stupid farmer, and finally the water surface shattered into countless drops of water, and the air shattered, turned into Countless light winds.

The cyan water mist spread out, and the thin shadow finally showed its true body.

In the grassland in the range of more than ten miles around, everything is shredded, a field is flat, and everything becomes powder.

The real body of that thin shadow is still a shadow, so insignificant that it can't be seen, it can only be roughly seen, it is... a sword.

This thin shadow is not the real body of the sword, but the shadow of the sword, or rather, it is a sword.

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When the sword was shattered and everything appeared real, the whole sun never fell on the grassland, and even the entire Zhou Garden felt. An extremely deep vibration came from the bottom of Zhouling. In the black sea formed by the beast tide, there are countless storms, which is the action of thousands of monster beasts looking at the sword. The scary shadow in the sky became lower, as if to cover the whole grassland. In front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, Nan Ke Huo Ran turned to look deep into the grassland, his eyes narrowed, and his usual indifferent and even dull eyes became extremely sharp. However, no matter whether she was a thousand monsters or even her, or even the shadow in the sky, she could only see the plain within a ten-mile radius of the grassland, but could not see the sword shadow.

Because before that, there was a breeze blowing in the grassland.

The sword's intention went with the wind, and with the wind, quietly, silently, without a trace, and naturally without a shadow.

No one noticed that this sword was following the gentle breeze, crossing the dark grassland, entering the cloudy clouds, ignoring the rain that fell from the sky, and came to the tomb of Zhou Du|fu's tomb, and then resembled the stamen of the birth of Lamei It fell on the ground covered by thick snow, just like the first turbid water flowing upstream flowed into the dry riverbed for thousands of years, and thus disappeared into the mausoleum.

Naturally, no one can find where this sword intention went.

Chen Changsheng held an umbrella obliquely in his left hand, not covering the rain, but only to guard against Nanke's attack. The whole body was already soaked with rain.

The rain was gradual, and pearl-sized drops of water kept hitting the umbrella surface of the yellow paper umbrella, making a drum-like sound.

The yellow paper umbrella trembled slightly, and the tremor passed along the umbrella surface and umbrella bone to the umbrella handle, and then clearly reached his hand, his body, and his heart.

As the rain grew louder, the high platform in front of the mausoleum seemed extremely quiet.

Nan Ke turned around and looked at him expressionlessly. I don't know why. I always felt that this young man who was soaked and looking at the extremely embarrassed was a little different from the previous one. She did not know where this feeling came from and how it related to the previous changes in the grassland, but she knew that some things were about to change. She did not accept any change that prevented her from entering this great mausoleum, so she decided to end the battle before the change came. It's just that she didn't expect that the change has already happened.

Wow! It was not the sound of heavy rain, but the sound of wings spreading in the rain.

More than ten feet of green wings spread behind her, bringing out two rainwaters, reflecting the dim light. Those waterdrops are like blood beads, beautiful and thrilling.

Suddenly the green wings, the gusty wind on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, the water and rain falling from the sky were obliquely shot away, and a strong breath directly flew all the rainwater back into the sky. The Nanke disappeared on the edge of Shitai, and at the next moment, with a few touches of residual rain and extremely cold killing intent, attacked Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng's eyes crossed these rains and cold winds, and met the little girl's eyes, all he saw was coldness and determination to kill. At this moment, his eyelashes were no longer shaken by the cold wind and the murderous intention. The devil's princess's full blow of terror gave him an irresistible thought.

Thinking like this, he couldn’t do it, because he wanted to live, so he held his dagger and cut to the rain and cold wind in front of him,

However, at the moment when he drew his dagger, he felt so strange that his arm became stiff.

Whether this sword can block Nan Ke's full blow, he has no confidence.

But without knowing why, he felt that the dagger in his hands... seemed confident.

The sword pierced towards the cold wind and cold rain.

The cold wind suddenly dispersed and the cold rain stopped.

It was only an instant that Jian Feng broke through the storm and came to Nanke's eyebrows.

The sword's sword power is not stable, and the sword's heart is not calm, let alone a sword.

But Jianyi is extremely powerful.

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(It’s okay today, I will write slowly and seriously. I can sleep enough if I write 9,000 words, but not too fast.)

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