Way of Choices

The sword flew from all over the grassland, and then came to the rain sky before the tomb.

More than ten swords, hovering around Chen Changsheng.

There are countless breaths, and the earth and earth are coming, but whether it is Teng Xiaoming's overbearing magic skills or Nanke's burning real blood, he only needs to reach out and take a sword from the rain, then he can wave it.

Ning Cui and Hua Qiu looked at this scene, their faces pale, and their legs felt a little soft, and they could hardly stand.

Some of the swords are long, some are short, some are wide, some are thin, some are domineering, some are low-key, some exude the Holy Light, and some overflow the magic breath, but all have the same characteristics. These swords... …Very famous.

Mountain and sea swords, saint female swords, Yue female swords, autumn water swords, Bihu swords, Zhang eight **** swords, magic handsome flag swords, dragon swords...After hundreds of years, these peerless famous swords that have disappeared for a long time, finally once again Appeared in the eyes of the world.

Now, these swords stopped silently in the rain.

Chen Changsheng stood in the sword in the rain.

After all, time is still the most powerful magic weapon. The once famous sword has been broken. The best preserved is the Nanxi Zhai sword, followed by the mountain and sea sword. The rest of the swords are more or less broken, and some swords are worn The soil in the grassland, when the soil was gradually washed away by the rain, exposed the rust marks inside. It was long gone, and the heart was sad.

But in the rain, these swords still exude a sense of indifference and pride.

Unable to understand and accept, Nanke, these once-incomparably proud peerless swords, why listen to Chen Changsheng's will, no matter how they think, they can't find the answer.

Chen Changsheng didn't know himself. He only knew that these once-famous swords wanted to leave Zhou Yuan. However, for hundreds of years, there are many demon human practitioners who have entered this sunless grassland. Why did these swords choose him? ?

The most important reason is the sword in the yellow paper umbrella.

That sword intention was separated from the sword body hundreds of years ago. From that day on, it became the only free soul in the sword pool, representing those famous swords that could not leave the sword pool, and continuously released their breath outside the grassland.

Chen Changsheng is holding a yellow paper umbrella, so he can clearly perceive the sword.

When he let the sword intention into the yellow paper umbrella, it meant the return of an old man who had left the sword pool. He proved his identity to the proud famous swords. But this is not enough. These famous swords have been dusty for many years, and their ambitions have gradually disappeared. If they don’t have enough confidence to leave, they would rather continue to sleep at the bottom of the sword pool, at least for some more years, otherwise they will rise up to the final sword spirit. If you can't succeed in this fight, you will most likely die.

Chen Changsheng must prove to these swords that he has enough persistence and ability to take them away from Zhou Yuan.

The former is not a problem. He is a youth who is in his youth. His clean eyebrows are full of perseverance and the desire for freedom of life. The latter was originally a huge problem. However, when the black dragon’s soul entered his body and began to sleep, This is not a problem.

The piece of jade Ruyi attached to Heilongli Soul is now attached to his wrist, washed by rain and getting brighter and brighter.

This piece of Jade Ruyi is a personal implement for the Queen of Heaven and Sea, with her powerful breath.

Chen Changsheng's perseverance and amiability combined with this powerful breath, spread through the grassland through the sword and the yellow paper umbrella. Although the peerless famous swords are broken, the sword still exists. As their masters don’t know how many strong men they have seen, their experience is very strong. However, when they feel the powerful breath of the jade Ruyi, they are also shaken. . Even if Zhou Du|fu is still alive, the powerful master can take them away from Zhou Yuan, not to mention now?

So they came to Chen Changsheng with their cloaks and rain.

But where are these swords usually? Where is Jianchi?

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The rain washed those old and famous swords, and also washed the small face of Nanke.

Her face is becoming more and more white, just like the sword, the flame in her eyes is gradually extinguished, but she still can't see any fear-shock and anger are her respect for the history represented by these swords And the disdain for Chen Changsheng and the contrast between the two gave her the intense emotional reaction resulting from the loss, which does not mean anything else.

Looking at the dozen or so famous swords in Chen Changsheng's Zhou Yukong, she said after a moment of silence: "You were just defeated before the two broken swords, do you want to rebel today?"

Those swords did not understand her, and continued to be silent in the rain. The cold rain fell along the miserable fracture of the magic sword, falling from the flat section at the front of the Shanhai sword, without answering her.

Nanke raised the soul wood in his hand. The black soul wood was darker and heavier after being wet by rain.

The beast tide around the mausoleum was already turbulent, and at this time her action became more violent. Countless bleak monsters roared, left the grassland, and slammed toward the rain!

She didn't want to do this, but Chen Changsheng and these swords forced her to do so, and by this time she could no longer care so much, even if Zhou Ling would be blasphemy and dirty by thousands of low-level monsters.

Soulwood suddenly shines brightly.

The tide of the beast tide Black Sea accompanied by horror countless roars set off countless giant waves, the grassland began to tremble, and even the mausoleum began to vibrate, countless monsters began to attack!

Nan Ke looked at him and shouted, "Chen Changsheng, do you think you can survive with these old swords of broken clocks?"

Chen Changsheng looked at the boundless sea of ​​monsters and beasts around the tomb and said nothing.

Not far behind him, Xu Yourong leaned against the main entrance of the mausoleum, holding a bow, wrapped in sackcloth, and closing his eyes, somehow when he would wake up again.

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