Way of Choices

In the sparks of the sky, the devil raised his head, and the night and landscape covering his face became very vivid.

The broken tablet has come to him.

He glanced at the broken monument.

Just a glance.

Suddenly the broken monument suddenly shrank by more than ten times.

This picture is extremely miraculous, or weird.

Then he reached out.

He caught the broken tablet as soon as he reached out.

It is difficult to advance an inch by breaking the monument.

More precisely, when his eyes fell, when his palm touched, this legendary broken monument would no longer go further.

Because Duanbei recognized who he was.

The devil looked at Haidi and said: "Sin obstacles, how dare you use my weapons to fight me. I don't know if you should be brave or stupid."

An infinite fear spewed out of the sea flute's eyes, and at the same time, countless smoke spewed out of the gaps in his armor.

The blast of smoke was not because his demon body was radiating momentum to the sky and earth, but was shocked by a force.

While the devil was speaking, his hand holding the broken tablet shook 24,800 times.

As one of the strongest demon races, Haidi's demon body is as strong as Jinshi, but still cannot withstand such high-frequency vibrations.

When the word of stupidity passed into his sea of ​​knowledge, Haidi's wrist bones with broken monuments shattered into gravel. Immediately, his arm bones also shattered, and numerous cracks appeared on his shoulder blades.

Like the bone of a cow or turtle that has been burned for a long time, the direction of those cracks is so mysterious and frightening.

The demon bone shattered, the flesh and blood remained intact, and only Haidi could see the gravel, gravel, and lines in his arm.

He knew that he could no longer bear it, and he had to find a way to escape.

More than ten strangely colored blood spattered from his shoulders, and his tree-like arms flew into the sky.

Haidi broke his arm on his own, without hesitation, turned and ran.

The devil waved his sleeves, seemingly casual and chic, like a scholar who wrote a new poem after drinking.

In his sleeve is a broken stele held by his hand.

The sleeves waved lightly, and the broken monument understates, but it hits the back of Haidi in such an unavoidable way.

Kara sounded like a towering giant tree that had been decayed for countless years, and finally could not bear it, and collapsed from it.

An extremely exaggerated protrusion appeared on Haidi's chest, like a peak rising overnight on the fertile plain.

An unimaginable magnificent force wreaked havoc in his demon body, instantly displacing his organs and cracking, even cracks appeared on the magic core.

Haidi could not bear this great force, and turned into a paper kite, tragically drifting towards the distant snow peak.

Looking at Xue Feng, who was getting closer, he was seriously injured and his vision was blurred and his consciousness was disordered, but he did not forget an important question.

Why is this happening? What about the soldiers?

He came tonight and knew in advance that the owner who found and killed Zhu Shadan was not all, so after seeing Chen Changsheng, it was not too unexpected. Even if he saw his majesty who had died long ago reappearing in front of him, he was shocked, but he still kept hope.

For countless years, the Devil Race has formed a certain psychological inertia, and the black robe must be a complete strategy.

Haidi thought that since the military division had sent itself, it must have been counted to this point, and of course there would be arrangements.

So at that moment, he dared to shoot to His Majesty.

He always thought there would be other changes.

However... no.

The fact is like Xuefeng, which is getting closer and closer, so cold and hard.

At the last moment, Haidi suddenly remembered the night two years ago.

On that night, he saw the old man who had not been seen for hundreds of years, more precisely, the former master.

Haidi understood, closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.

...

...

In the distant night sky, Haidi's mountain-like demon body has turned into a small black spot.

Compared with the truly majestic snow mountain, both man and demon seem so small.

The little black spot sank into the middle of Xuefeng, deep in the thick snow.

A vibration spread from the distance back to the snow valley, followed by a thunderous thunderous rumble, and thousands of years of snow, falling from that snowy mountain.

It didn't take long for the shape of the snow mountain to change dramatically, which was completely different from the previous one.

The black hole hit by Haidi also disappeared, and no trace could be found.

The front commander of the Mozu army disappeared.

This event, which should have shaken the entire continent, seemed so insignificant in this deep night.

No matter whether it is spectacular or tragic, no one sees it, no one cares.

The devil didn't look at it because he didn't care.

After his eyes left the strings, the first sight looked at the broken monument, and the second sight looked at the sky sparks in the night sky.

Then he extended his hand again.

This time his hand went straight through the sky and reached the highest point in the night sky.

A dragon chant full of anger and unwillingness came from high altitude, and then stopped abruptly.

With countless snow frost and killing intentions, the deep cold dragon breath disappeared like this.

The Xuanshuang Dragon covering the night sky shrank sharply, turned into a small black spot, and then flew towards the far side of the sky with the invisible giant's hand waving.

The little black spot rubbed against the air, bringing out a dazzling light, and it looked as if it were a shooting star, and I wonder where it would end up.

The deep cold dragon's breath disappeared, and the sky was full of sword rain. Two green streamers suddenly condensed, and Nanke appeared behind the demon king.

There were wounds all over her petite body, blood melted into her shirt, and the original color could not be seen.

When the demon raised his hand and cast his feet, he stunned Haidi and squeaked away, breaking the game.

The gap between the two sides is too large, and the devil does not need to go all out at all. He can easily crush them only by his vision and realm.

It didn't make any sense to Nan Ke anymore, Chen Changsheng called back all the swords.

The sound of breaking the sky sounded above the snow valley. In the roar, thousands of famous swords returned, suspended in the air around him, slightly vibrating, and constantly buzzing.

He looked straight ahead, his expression dignified and silent.

Whether it is a residual fire in the lake garden, or fly ash, or the afterglow falling from the night sky, it has been cut into pieces by the sharp sword.

Looking at this scene, the devil's eyes showed a look of appreciation, saying: "Whether the swordsmanship is good, the strength of the consciousness, or the number of true elements, you are very good. Don’t say that the younger generation is the old Chen Xuan Ba, Zhou Du|fu, and when I am as big as you, they are not necessarily stronger than you."

Obviously, in the eyes of the devil, he, Zhou Du|fu and Chen Xuanba are the strongest in thousands of years.

Unlike the common sense, he did not put Emperor Taizong in this rank.

Chen Changsheng leaned slightly and expressed his gratitude for this appreciation.

The remaining flames in the lake garden illuminate his face. Although the expression is solemn, it is still so calm, and there is no panic and fear.

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