Way of Choices

There was a loud noise.

People all over the city heard it.

I don't know how much dust has fallen from the beam.

The people in the streets looked sad, not knowing what happened again.

The court official who had just received the news from the south was shocked and speechless, thinking, did another mountain collapse?

The thunderous voice gradually went away.

The huge dragon claw slowly retracted behind the clouds.

The formation of Xiangwang Mansion has been broken, and it has not turned into a ruin.

The wooden bridge was broken, and the dilapidated evening pavilion fell diagonally into the lake, and the lake water was continuously poured towards the shore, turning the yellow sand on the horse farm into a muddy mud.

There are smoke and dust everywhere in the palace, screams can be heard everywhere, and dazzling blood can be seen everywhere on the white walls and red tiles.

The neat and suppressed footsteps of the priests of the palace were heard from the broken wall, and the situation became even more chaotic.

The flower hall in the depths is relatively quiet, and the building remains relatively intact, except that there are two more holes in the corners.

Suddenly, a glare of light was scattered from those two holes, and it looked like a sword.

The wall made of hard blue bricks, like a piece of paper, was easily cut to the extreme.

The whole corner fell neatly with the high eaves.

Pappapap!

In the crisp impact sound, bricks and eaves beasts with vicissitudes fell into pieces.

Looking closely, you should be able to see the straight lines of the pen hidden in these fine fragments, and the flat edges that glow like gold.

The corner disappeared, and the man naturally showed his figure.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and wanted to confirm the identity of the other party.

The man was wearing a Tsing Yi, but it wouldn't be reminiscent of the thin young Tsing Yi, it would only make people think he was a little man.

Of course he couldn't really be a Tsing Yi cub.

The old man quickly guessed his identity.

In addition to that person in the world, who can find such a perfect timing of sword?

Whose sword can be so fast, so ruthless, one sword kills itself?

Lao Tao said with emotion: "I didn't expect you to be half a sacred."

Tsing Yi Xiao Liu is Liu Qing.

After Su Li and the mysterious character left, he was the most terrifying assassin in the world.

It was only him, who was half a step sacred, but insisted on doing such a shady thing in the dark.

Liu Qing did not answer each other's questions.

This is prudent and professional.

The old man was a little displeased and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then his eyebrows broke.

A **** mouth appeared in the middle of his left eyebrow.

The blood was very small, and it even seemed a bit delicate.

If this is broken by a sword, it can be imagined that the sword's control in the subtle place was close to God.

Blood leached from the delicate wound.

The old man sighed and sat down against the wall.

There was more and more blood flowing out of that wound, and it even gave a gurgling feeling.

Liu Qing didn't look at it, his eyes were always on the hands of the old man.

This is the case since it appeared.

The old man didn't hold a sword in his hand.

The sword has disappeared into the sky.

But he did not relax his guard.

Because a clever hand is always held empty.

Until then, the old fingers finally gradually spread out.

He stopped breathing for a long time and finally exhaled.

This breath was as hot as magma, like hot lava, instantly burning the snowflakes in the sky into blue smoke.

A snorting sound rang out.

His eyes moved, and he stayed on the old face for a moment.

Lao Tao has closed his eyes and has no breath.

He finally truly relaxed, but there was no joy on his face, but pale.

In order to kill the other party, he was also seriously injured.

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Without the formation, there is no real strong man like the old man. In front of the great power of the palace, the resistance of the Xiangwang Mansion lasted only a short time.

The palace quickly controlled the entire royal palace, and also took control of the two adjacent royal palaces.

Household 32 confessed to the subordinates: "Don't be alarmed by the women in the back house."

The National Church finally launched an attack on the royal family. No matter what happens afterwards, you should get enough benefits now. Some books and some hidden things are things that the divorce must get. How to deal with those in the palace is another matter.

The bishop of the Thirteenth Division of Qingyao and the bishop of divine magic in the palace are treating the wounded.

From time to time in the ruins you can see the Holy Light shining, and then you can hear a moan.

Even the wounded in the palace of the prime minister will be treated, of course, after the priests of the palace.

Si Yuan Dao Ren frowned slightly, and touched the slightly swollen belt with his right hand.

He strongly disagrees with this approach, but this is the order of His Majesty the Pope.

The bottle of Vermilion Dan in the belt was also handed over to him by His Majesty the Pope.

Even if the holy light technique can't save the living people, with this bottle of vermilion, it should be difficult to die.

Of course, those who have died can no longer survive.

The Siyuan Taoist looked at the old man by the broken wall, the emotions in his eyes were a little complicated.

The old man was a little skinny and short, his gray hair was messed up, and he was covered with blood.

No matter how powerful a person is, they will all appear weak after death.

He knew the origin and identity of the old man.

This old man is the most feared object of him and the king of Linghai beforehand.

Over the past few years, Tiancaidian has sent many people to stare at Changchun Temple in Luoyang, especially this old man.

Lao Tao just left Luoyang, he and the king of Linghai knew it, and even the night newspaper gave it to Chen Changsheng.

At that time, Chen Changsheng practiced swords in the stone room, and made no statement.

Until today, Si Yuandao talents knew that His Majesty the Pope had already made arrangements.

His eyes fell on the old man's broken eyebrow.

There is still some sword intent.

The sword's meaning was like a catkin that was broken, very subtle and very clear.

A cold wind blows, a spontaneous feeling.

How terrible should that assassin be to kill this old man?

Thinking of the green shadow in the depths of the previous blizzard, he raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering what is the relationship between His Majesty the Pope and Liu Qing?

At this time, three people suddenly appeared in the ruins.

The Siyuan Taoists were not surprised, nor did they show a vigilant look, obviously knowing this tunnel in the flower hall in advance.

He saluted the two Taoists and said, "I have seen two seniors."

Forgive Shen Sheng said: "Since you want to do it, why didn't you speak with the saint beforehand?"

This aunt with a temperament and a little temperament is obviously in a very bad mood.

If Siyuan Daoren is not the state-religious giant in charge of the monastery, I am afraid that she will behave even more angry.

Si Yuan Taoist smiled bitterly: "I didn't know the arrangement of His Majesty the Pope before I came."

Listening to this, Huai Shu was stunned, but Huai Ren was also surprised.

Si Yuan Dao Ren knew that it was difficult to explain clearly. He stopped talking and looked at the other person.

With the help of three Taoists in Changchun, Chen Liuwang still failed to walk to Luoshui, which is still a thousand miles away from Hanqiu City.

His face was pale, and there were blood stains on his body, but his expression was still calm.

The Siyuan Taoist people admire a little bit, and then again think that the arrangement of His Majesty the Pope may be inappropriate.

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