Summon Qunhao

Chapter 298 [I refuse to accept]

Time is passing by little by little.

Gu Yue'an still couldn't do anything, and he couldn't talk to this person who was possessed by him at all.

Because he is very clear that all of this is false, it is all in the past, and everything is just a repeat of the past.

But is all this true?
Gu Yue'an didn't know.

He really doesn't know, he now has a feeling that he is eager to see the story behind, but he doesn't dare to read it at all

Because he was afraid that the following story would be completely different from what he thought.

I'm afraid, it's exactly the same.

An absolutely contradictory emotion was constantly brewing in his heart.

Finally, the moment of Xu Shi came.

It seemed that this time was also counted, and the woman possessed by Gu Yue'an also raised her head. She walked to the window and opened the window. A bright moon was hanging high outside the window, and she could see it clearly from the window .

She looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and there were osmanthus petals dancing in the autumn wind outside the window, and the moonlight fell, printing out sparse shadows.

"It's time." She whispered, then gently tied the hair around her ears, turned around, picked up the long sword placed by the table, and opened the door.

The moment the door was opened, the night wind suddenly became stronger, and the petals that were already dancing with the wind, at this moment, danced out a mysterious rhythm.

The woman walked to the atrium, stopped, and looked quietly at the palace gate of the palace.

The gate of the palace gate slowly and silently opened by itself.

Someone walked in step by step.

Obviously, walking loudly, every step can be heard clearly, but it seems that every step is actually erratic to the extreme, as if, just listening to the steps, I feel that the person, at any time, is in the next step, It's like flying away.

But at the same time, it seemed that the person's steps were down-to-earth, matching the rhythm of the world, and the rhythm of those flying flowers was exactly the same.

A master, a very strong master.

Moreover, it was a master that Gu Yue'an knew.

Chen Xiaoju.

It could only be Chen Xiaoju.

Gu Yue'an looked at the man holding a sword who appeared at the door, without any surprise.

Only Chen Xiaoju can take such steps.

Gu Yue'an had heard about the evaluation of people in the Spring Wind Building, and mentioned several generations of owners of the Little Ju Sword. Among them, Chen Xiaoju was compared with the owner of the first generation of the Little Ju Sword.

The owner of the first generation is naturally Chen Yin, the founding emperor of the great Chen Dynasty. Chunfenglou said that the emperor Taizu was a dragon, a mad dragon. It is the demeanor of a king to be domineering and guard the heart of heaven.

And Chen Xiaoju is just Xiaoju, Xiaoju was born in the ancient way of the setting sun, and Chen Xiaoju holds Xiaoju.

So in the early years, Chen Xiaoju had a nickname, called Immortal Exile.

At this moment, the bright moon is in the sky, and the moonlight is like water. Someone came stepping on the flowers and stood under the moonlight, like a nine-day immortal descending from the mundane world.

Immortals block the way, where do we go?
"Brother Six, are you going to stop me?" No need to say any more, just seeing Chen Xiaoju falling like a banished fairy, the woman already understood the meaning, without too much emotion, just said every word.

"It's not that Sixth Brother wants to stop you, it's just that the palace is dangerous tonight, it's safer for my little sister to stay in Yuegui Palace." Chen Xiaoju responded, also extremely calm.

Although the words were calm, the atmosphere in the entire palace was already stagnant.

The flower stopped at the moment of flying.

The wind is not moving.

The moonlight seems to be eternal at that moment, no longer changing angles.

Just because, the hand has already held the sword.

"Little sister, do you remember that you once asked me if I have seen God?" Chen Xiaoju said suddenly.

"Remember." The woman nodded.

"Today, Brother Six will ask my little sister to meet God." As Chen Xiaoju said this, his hand holding the sword tightened an inch.

The wind broke through the stagnant barrier in vain, blowing Chen Xiaoju's loose robe wantonly, and he was fascinated by the wind and the moonlight.

God, god of gods.

A sword into the gods.

How Chen Xiaoju stabbed him was impossible to describe in words.

Gu Yue'an only knew that if it was him at that night who blocked this sword, he would definitely lose.

But the woman blocked it, she drew out her sword at the moment Feng Zhi stopped, and blocked the fairy.

At that moment, Xiaoju and Xiaotong crossed the barrier of time and space, and resonated together again, but they were no longer comrades in arms, but enemies.

"You have retreated for a year, and it seems that the effect is very good. Have you already comprehended the true meaning of the Phoenix Sword in Dragon House?" Chen Xiaoju looked at Chen Xiaotong and said softly.

"No." The woman shook her head, and the long sword shook suddenly, making an iron-blooded sound similar to a charge on the battlefield, and pointed the sword directly at Chen Xiaoju's eyebrows.

"I have forgotten all about the Fengjian. I only know my Chen family's now, Bajian!"

Overlord, horizontal bar also.

The woman stabs out with a sword, without the slightest bit of femininity at all, it is all open and wide, and she will never give up until she achieves her goal.

Charge in the battle formation, there is death but there is no life.

No one can block the overlord's horizontal bar.

In an instant, the woman unleashed fourteen swords in a row. The swords were completely unreasonable moves with no room for turning around.

And as she continued to draw the sword, a shadow of a person gradually appeared behind her. It was an iron-blooded and invincible figure, responding to every sword of the woman, as if carrying thousands of troops.

Chen Xiaoju retreated fourteen steps in a row, the toga on his body was torn by Qiangba's sword energy, but he himself was safe and sound, standing there firmly, touching the woman's sword, just like Xiaoju under the ancient sunset road Trees are lazy, tired, but endlessly alive!
"My junior, Chen Baxia, see Wuwei King, Baxiangong!" Chen Xiaoju looked at the majestic figure behind the woman and said respectfully.

"If you really respect, then give way, Sixth Brother!" The woman raised her sword again, her words seemed to be infected by the aura behind her, and she was unparalleled.

The so-called, women do not give way to men.

"It should be so." Chen Xiaoju nodded, but shook her head again, "Unfortunately..."

pity.

"The ancestors are above me, even if the Baxian is in front of me, I can't let him, after all..." Chen Xiaoju suddenly let out a clear whistle, and his sword suddenly withdrew. on his sword.

At the same time, behind him, a mighty phantom with a twelve-pronged crown appeared behind him, and when he stood there, there were mountains and rivers.

It's not that he swallows mountains and rivers with anger, but he is mountains and rivers.

There is no king's soil under the whole world, and there is no king's ministers on the coast of leading the soil.

"I am a descendant of the Chen family, and the royal family must not offend! Little sister, retreat!"

After exiting the word retreat, Chen Xiaoju had already drawn out his sword, and with a single sword out, it was Xiaoju who was slanting sideways, endlessly alive.

Another Qingqiu mad dragon, invincible in the world.

One sword contains everything.

Impeccable.

Even if it is a tyrant who crosses the fence, his halberd will be broken.

The woman was pierced by the sword, the phantom behind her dissipated, and wind, flowers, snow and moon rushed towards her face.

Life seems to be falling like a flower.

Is this... the end of that night?

This is, the truth?
Zeng Jingheng wanted to make a move, desperately, but couldn't move.

He looked at the sword, which was close at hand. As the sword got closer, it was no longer a simple sword. It began to evolve into a thick fog, a monstrous fog, and the fog became more and more As it got closer, it became more and more clear, and finally turned into countless distorted faces of struggling people. It was the howling of countless innocent souls, and it was an unstoppable force.

Like a torrent.

It's like fate again.

Li Sui is anxious, you let me read these because you want to tell me that this is fate, if you miss it, you miss it.

Nothing can be changed.

Just resign yourself to fate.

Is that right?

So……

I don't accept such a fate.

　Second more.

　　Take a shower and come back for the third watch.

　　In fact, the plot may not be as clichéd as you think, please read two more chapters, maybe there will be surprises.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)