Way of Choices

The snowfield in the early morning is very quiet. I don’t know if it is because of the shadow, or because the clouds are still intact, the morning light is very light, and the snow falling from the morning light is also very sparse. It falls on the ground without any sound. This killing that will be recorded in history, this killing that will change the history of the mainland, has happened for a long time at this time, the outcome is still not divided, but the ending seems to be doomed, four weeks The mountain-like devil figure is silent and cold, the shadow is still suspended in the sky, the black robe sits quietly on the snowy hill more than ten miles away, the figure surrounded by the middle is still upright, but not enough lonely and lonely .

Suddenly a wind blew out in the snowfield, and the snow flakes were rolled up. The deadness in the field was just broken by the roaring wind, and then it was completely torn away by a violent blast. I saw a black robe on the snow hill. Countless powerful breaths, countless snow splashes towards the sky and all around, the life lights floating in the air disappeared instantly, and the front of the black robe was torn with several threads of silk. What is more terrifying is that the seemingly indestructible The square plate... just turned into a piece of scrap iron.

Countless double sights did not have time to look at the snow mound where the black robe was, and then cast it somewhere in the middle of the snow field.

In the snowy field, there was suddenly an extra person.

In today's mainland, who can break through that shadow and the heavy defense of the tens of thousands of demons, and come here quietly?

It was a teenager. He held an old umbrella in his right hand and a short sword in his left hand. He closed his eyes tightly. Between the naive eyebrows, there was only perseverance that could only be seen between life and death. Of course. He could also see endless tiredness on his face.

Do not know how long it took, the teenager opened his eyes.

This young man is naturally Chen Changsheng. He looked around blankly and saw that everything was snow-white. He didn't know what was happening. He only vaguely understood that he had left Zhou Yuan, but where is it? Why is there a shadow in the sky here? How could the will in this shadow be more powerful and terrifying than the shadow of Dapeng on the grassland where the sun is not setting? What are the more than ten mountain-like figures around the snowfield? How did you exude the same breath of Teng Xiaoming and Liu Waner's couple? Are those black silhouettes like mountains all magic monsters? Who was the man in black robes all over the snow hill for more than ten miles? Why is his breath so dark? Why would he wear a black robe?

Chen Changsheng looked at the looming outline of the male city far away from the snowfield, thinking of the description on Daozang, his body was extremely stiff, but he could not make a sound with his mouth open, right? Is that city the legendary snow old city? This is the magic field snowfield? Are those mountain-like shadows really all demon? Is the dark man in black robe the black robe? What about the shadow?

The previous moment was still on the top of Zhouyuan’s mausoleum against the falling sky, the next moment came to the magic field snowfield thousands of miles away, saw the legendary figure of the old snow town, and saw those past only exist in imagination and The figure of the powerful demon in the book, if it is slightly weaker in spirit and weaker in willpower, may be directly shocked and passed away, and may even be directly scared to death, because this scene is really incredible.

Chen Changsheng's willpower is very strong, so he did not faint, but this is not a good thing. He must be sober to bear the spiritual impact brought by what he sees in front of him. He even feels that his spiritual world has signs of collapse, and his body is even more It is stiff and completely immobile.

An ant suddenly came to the world of giants, and an ordinary person suddenly strayed into the kingdom of God in the sea of ​​stars. He felt this way at this time.

The countless snow splashed into the sky rustled down, and then the thin snow from the cloud slowly fell, falling on the umbrella surface, still dead on the snow field, the unparalleled sight was separated by miles, tens of miles or even thousands of miles Distance, looking at Chen Changsheng, there is no sound.

For those strong men, Chen Changsheng's appearance is also very strange.

An ordinary person suddenly appeared in the Kingdom of God, and those gods who were high above would have been surprised, how did this ordinary person come.

Snowfield fell into a very strange silence.

Chen Changsheng's incomparably stiff body and unimaginable tremendous mental impact made his spiritual world nearly collapsed, and at the same time drove his mind to run at a high speed.

In a very short time, he thought about many things. Why did he come to the Demon Snowfield from Zhou Yuan? This thing must not be understood in a short time, so he does not think about it, so why do he see so many legendary Demon Powerhouses? These demon strongs are here to ambush themselves?

This is impossible. He is now the dean of the National College of Education, the level seems to be enough, but for a big boy, these big people are really like ants. Where is such a big situation, even the most narcissistic? Tang Thirty-six did not dare to think so.

There are other people to be killed by the demons, who is that person?

The middle-aged man who was besieged by the tens of thousands of forces of the Demon Clan for several days and nights was already seriously injured and faced with a mortal situation. His expression between his eyes and eyes was still loose, and he didn’t care. However, when he saw the umbrella in Chen Changsheng’s hand, His expression became solemn.

Seemingly to confirm his conjecture, he walked to Chen Changsheng. On the snowy field, he was the closest to Chen Changsheng and only took more than ten steps to walk around.

"Hey, there is a sword."

The man held out his umbrella with his left hand.

Chen Changsheng only heard the sound of footsteps, and before he could see it, he found that the yellow paper umbrella in his hand was taken away.

He looked at the man.

The man was wearing a long shirt, but it was not too long, unlike a scribe, with a sword around his waist, but not like a swordsman, giving a nondescript feeling.

The man's body exuded a clear breath, as if a sword showed its sharp edge, making it impossible to look directly at.

This was the first time Chen Changsheng saw Su Li. He only saw Su Li's back and his eyes were stabbing.

It will take a long, long time before he can look directly at this person, and at that time he did not know that this man was the legendary Lishan Xiaoshu Suli.

After a moment, he woke up and straightened up hard, subconsciously clenching his right hand slightly, the umbrella handle was no longer there, and the empty feeling made him a little uncomfortable.

The yellow paper umbrella is in the middle of the middle-aged man's hand, I don't know why, it seems so harmonious, as if the umbrella were his.

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng felt awake again, and suddenly felt that everything that happened in Zhou Garden was a dream. He left Tianshuling, got the umbrella from Kyoto to Wenshui, and then entered the grassland. Appeared on this snow field, tens of thousands of miles of wind and rain, just... In order to send this umbrella to the man's hand.

Return the yellow paper umbrella to this man.

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Su Li held the middle section of the umbrella of the yellow paper umbrella in his left hand and looked at it quietly for a long time, then a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Then, the smile turned into a big laugh, turned into a long laugh.

He smiled so happily and smiled.

He looked at the figure of a demon like a Montenegro in the distance, looked at the black robe sitting cross-legged in the broken snow, looked at the shadow in the sky, and said: "You all say I am missing a sword, yes, I do A sword is missing, but now...I have a sword, is it your turn to be afraid?"

Chen Changsheng didn't understand. This is obviously an umbrella. Even if there is a sword in it, how can it be said to be a sword?

He didn't know that this yellow paper umbrella was a peerless sword called cover sky.

Hundreds of years ago, the head of the Lishan Jianzong generation of that generation, holding this sword, and Zhou Du|fu husband in the Zhou Yuan battle for 300 rounds, died, but the sword did not break.

This sword is the strongest sword in the sword pool, and it is also the most unwilling and most wanted to regain freedom.

This sword was originally a sword that should be inherited by Su Li. This is his sword.

The body of this sword left the grassland, was picked up by Su Li, and sent to Wenshui, thus creating an ever-changing umbrella.

But the sword was not intended, so it was not the sword he wanted.

The sword of this sword has been waiting in the grassland for the sword's return and reunion.

Hundreds of years later, Chen Changsheng passed by Wenshui, and he got an umbrella from the Tang family. He brought the umbrella into the Zhou Garden, and in the grassland, let the sword and the sword meet, so as to call out the Wanjian volley.

This story seems to have ushered in a perfect ending so far, but in fact it is not.

It was not until he came to this snowfield and gave this umbrella to Su Li that this ending was truly perfect.

Su Li held a yellow paper umbrella and remembered that for the first time hundreds of years ago, he walked into the cave mansion at the top of the mountain and saw the picture of the sword hanging on the wall behind Master. Thinking of the years afterwards, he forcibly suppressed the state. In Tongyou, the time I went to Zhouyuan for the sword several times in a row was very emotional.

This is the sword of Lishan, this is the sword of Master, this is his sword of Su Li.

It's been a long time since I saw it for hundreds of years.

This made him laugh unhappy and how he could not smile.

He was laughing, and the yellow paper umbrella seemed to be laughing.

But there was still a trace of sadness in the cheerful laughter, a little regret.

Master, I took this sword again.

But... Zhou Du|The husband is dead, I have no chance to cut him under the sword and avenge you.

The clear and unpretentious but regretful laughter echoed on the silent snowfield, as if it would be spread thousands of miles away.

The meaning in this laughter clearly told the whole world, even Chen Changsheng understood.

Sorry for Zhou Du|The husband is dead, but regrets that he cannot be cut under the sword.

This is how confident, even arrogant.

But no one expressed sarcasm or contempt for it, even the black robe was silent.

Because Su Li has found his sword, who knows where he will go in kendo?

Qinglang's laughter gradually subsided, and Su Jian's Jianmang gradually disappeared, as if he had become an ordinary middle-aged man.

He raised his head and looked around the snowy field. The huge figures of the demons like Montenegro, with a calm expression, reached out to hold the umbrella handle.

He held the middle section of the yellow paper umbrella in his left hand, like holding a scabbard.

He held the umbrella handle of the yellow paper umbrella in his right hand, as if he were about to draw a sword.

Chen Changsheng noticed that his fingers are slender and suitable for playing the piano. Of course, it is more suitable for holding swords.

The handle of the umbrella is the handle of the sword. At the moment when Su Li's hand fell on the handle of the umbrella, a fierce sword intended to cover the entire snowfield.

On the snowfield dozens of miles away, a mountain-like demon shook his figure slightly, and then fell heavily into the snow.

A blood appeared in the snow.

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(A chapter today.)

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