Way of Choices

The wind was a bit cold, and the stinging was slightly painful, but it was only a cold wind, not from the mind attack of the old man who played the piano. Those water mist ideas like mountain ghosts and tigers seem to avoid the yellow paper umbrella, but where can they really avoid it.

The yellow paper umbrella in Chen Changsheng's hands is the countless rare materials used by Wenshui Tang's household. It was created by Mrs. Tang himself. If the umbrella holder has enough realms, he can completely isolate all mental attacks, even if he still has realms. Insufficient, it is enough to isolate the black robe from viewing outside Zhou Yuan. What is the attack of the old man playing the piano? But the shot of the old man playing the piano represents a dangerous signal, which means that Nanke finally no longer insists on his pride, and the Devil Race strongmen are likely to shoot together and launch a siege on him.

This fact makes Chen Changsheng very vigilant. Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er, the demon couple, have been standing quietly and silently under the Shinto, as low-key as their names, but he never forgot that the demon couple's terrifying strength was shown by the demon couple on the lakeside on the cliff In fact, this couple of demon masters are in fact the real powerhouses who gather in the stars. Except for the five sages, the wind and rain in all directions, and the peerless powerhouses like Su Li, who can say that they can easily win? Even in order to enter Zhouyuan, the demon couple forcedly lowered the state and only retained the strength of Tongyou Shangjing, but with their combat experience and consciousness, if they competed for combat effectiveness, they might even be stronger than Nanke. .

Nanke's sword power has not been completely chopped by his sword. The starlight like the glow of the sea is still waving strongly in front of the umbrella of the yellow paper umbrella. His gaze crosses the edge of the yellow paper umbrella and the shoulder of Nanke. Below the shinto, the expression was abrupt. I saw Liu Waner looking at him with a smile in the wind and rain, looking very gentle and quiet, as if a mother leaning on the door and waiting for her son to return, but she couldn't see the handsome middle-aged man beside her, he went where?

Suddenly, a thunderous sound like spring thunder sounded in the sky above Shinto! The cold wind passing through the mausoleum seemed to stop at this moment, but the falling rain became more violent.

Chen Changsheng looked up and saw a black spot in the dark sky.

The black spot fell with the majestic torrential rain, faster and faster, in a very short period of time it has become countless times larger, and gradually becomes like a mountain in his eyes.

Twenty-four demons turned Teng Xiaoming into a heavy mountain, holding the seemingly unremarkable pole in his hand. The condensing wind and rain fell from the sky, whistling and breaking the wind, and his momentum was unparalleled!

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng's face instantly paled for a few minutes, but his eyes remained calm as before, without any palpitations. The short sword in his right hand pierced the falling rain curtain and greeted the past.

The yellow paper umbrella in his left hand is resisting the two galaxies of Nanke, and the full power of Wuhu in the sound of the piano, there is no way to move. If he wants to use a yellow paper umbrella to block Teng Xiaoming's trick , There is only the road hiding in the yellow paper umbrella. But then he would not have any retreat and could only be beaten passively, so he had no choice but to choose the sword. At such a tense moment, he did not forget to separate the sword intentions in the yellow paper umbrella into the dagger.

A loud noise! The stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum shook violently. The rain on the ground was like a frightened ghost, tearing and deforming to escape and turning into a large piece of water mist. In the rear corner of the water mist, Xu Yourong was affected by the shock. His face was pale for a moment, and he could no longer support it. It was extremely uncomfortable. He closed his eyes and began to resist interest.

The water mist fell. Chen Changsheng was still standing at the same place, but he was a bit shorter than before. Upon closer inspection, he found that his feet had fallen deeply into the hard bluestone ground until he had no knees!

It was really terrifying that Teng Xiaoming's heavy blow from the rain fell. Chen Changsheng used the dagger and the sword to separate the strands of the sword, and took a hard blow. Even the body that had been bathed in the blood of the black dragon seemed to be broken, from the eyebrow to the collarbone to the cervical spine to the ankle Every bone is unbearably painful, and his right hand is trembling, just like a seriously ill old man. If he does not know that he will die without a sword, his right hand can hold the sword handle.

Teng Xiaoming stood in the rainstorm without expression.

The pole that he held in his right hand was actually an iron bar, with the thickness of ordinary people's arms, made of two or two meteorites and real gold from the magic mountain secret iron, which was extremely hard. On the battlefield of the snowfield, I didn't know how many big Zhou Juns were killed Strong, at this time dozens of extremely deep sword marks appeared on this iron bar, especially the top part was cut off half.

The iron rod and Chen Changsheng's dagger only met for an instant, and so many marks were cut out. It must be said that the sharpness of the dagger has reached an unimaginable level, and the sword is even more powerful. Is chilling. But Teng Xiaoming didn't react to it. Watching Chen Changsheng remained silent, like a real mountain, no matter how violent the wind and rain, he couldn't shake his body at all, giving a particularly solemn feeling.

This is the real powerhouse. Chen Changsheng looked at the demon man standing in the rain, naturally born this kind of thought, and then gave birth to more thoughts. As Nanke said earlier, he can only exert one of the true powers of that sword's intention. How can he defeat such a powerful opponent? The most important thing is that with his current level of strength, if he wants to block or even defeat this iron rod, the cooperation between the sword and the dagger is far from enough. He needs a sword that can more powerfully use the sword. .

He needs a heavier sword.

Just when he was thinking about these things, Teng Xiaoming raised the iron rod in his hand again. The iron rod covered with sword marks seemed more terrifying than before, and the rainstorm around the iron rod suddenly spread out . Thunderous sounds sounded above the Shinto, and the iron bar roared through the air, avoiding all the wind and rain along the way.

At this time, Nanke's sword power was completely shredded by the yellow paper umbrella's sword intentions, and the old Qin Lao's thought attack was also blocked. At this time, Chen Changsheng could try to pick up the iron rod with a yellow paper umbrella. His face was still pale, but it was no longer because of tension, but because the rain was too cold, and also because he was uneasy about the last thought he had born in his heart.

He can block this iron rod with a yellow paper umbrella, but he doesn’t want to, because he vaguely feels that although the sword attached to the yellow paper umbrella is powerful and unmatched, it is not for his own use in the current state. The best way to pick up this iron rod. He still felt he needed a heavier sword.

In fact, he had no choice but to use a yellow paper umbrella, because he didn't have a heavier sword. But... he just thought he should have a great sword.

Just when Chen Changsheng's idea came into being, a change occurred somewhere in the grassland south of the tomb.

The rain in the distance is much smaller than the rain at the tomb. The water in the grass is lightly beaten by drizzle, but suddenly, somehow, the ground of the grassland is sinking down, as if collapsed! The water in the grassland and the rain in the sky were instantly condensed into a water polo and became extremely close, as if there was a very heavy thing on the ground, which was attracting everything around.

An angry whistling sounded deep in the dark sky. This whistling came from that Dapeng. What is it about to come out that makes it so angry? Can even hear its vigilance?

The heavy iron bar broke through the wind and rain on the Shinto, and came to the front entrance of the tomb, only ten feet away from Chen Changsheng. However, he did not raise the yellow paper umbrella, and even with a clear voice, he withdrew the dagger In the sheath!

He himself didn't know why he had to do this, why should he close his sword?

Just then, there was a rumbling noise outside the mausoleum, as if a real wind and thunder came to the ground. Compared with the sound of wind and thunder, the sound of wind and thunder carried by the iron rod is like the sound of firecrackers that children burn during the New Year.

A dark thing broke through the rainstorm, came to Chen Changsheng, and then stood still.

It was a sword. It was dark and I did not know what material it was made of. The sword had no patterns on it, nor was it smooth, and it was extremely rough, even without the sword front, as if it had not completed the casting work. In short, this iron sword does not have any characteristics and does not exude any eye-catching atmosphere, but it is very wide, straight, long, thick and black, so it looks... very heavy.

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Chen Changsheng wanted a heavier sword.

So a great sword appeared in front of his eyes, hovering silently in the wind and rain.

The iron sword's hilt is inclined downward, as long as he reaches out his hand, he can easily hold it. This iron sword's posture was so comfortable that he was so comfortable that he didn't even think about it, so he raised his hand.

His right hand passed through several rain curtains that seemed to be still, holding the hilt.

The handle of this iron sword is also very thick, very thick, very rough, his palm and the surface of the handle seem to be completely in one place, and a heavy feeling is clearly felt. One thing happened at this moment. The sword intention attached to the yellow paper umbrella did not follow Chen Changsheng's consciousness command, and entered this iron sword through his body, because there was a sword intention in this iron sword, and the yellow paper umbrella 'S sword intention disdains or does not want to compete with that powerful sword intention. Taking Chen Changsheng's current state and swordsmanship as an example, he can't accurately perceive the power of the sword in the iron sword, but he can clearly feel that the sword is as heavy as this iron sword.

He withdrew his hand and removed the iron sword from the rain.

To remove this heavy iron sword from the rain requires extremely powerful force. At the same time, this heavy iron sword also gave him a very powerful force. Then he waved the iron sword and chopped towards the iron rod that had broken through the rain.

The iron sword and the iron rod met in the rainstorm.

Quiet for a short time, and then the continuous sound of wind and thunder exploded. The rain was shattered, turned into ten thousand water arrows, and flew away along a circle. Numerous deep holes were punched in the cliff in front of the main entrance of the tomb. Behind the Wu Gong scattered, protecting her, but could not protect Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng's clothes are full of small holes, like leaves after being moth-eaten, floating in the rain, his face pale to the extreme, his feet are still trapped in the hard bluestone ground, surrounded by cobweb-like cracks , Looked miserable.

But he did not step back.

The powerful demon will retreat and was shocked directly for more than a hundred feet. He fell heavily in the rain, spitting blood constantly, and the iron rod in his hand bent at an extremely exaggerated angle.

The sound of the rainstorm was still thunderous, and Shinto was dead and still.

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(Today's advance report will be updated very late. I have said in the book and the group and the WeChat public account, but some readers have not seen it. Now I want to come. The easiest way is to trouble everyone to pay attention to the WeChat public account. Sometimes something can be directly told to everyone, this chapter is today, and 7,000 words tomorrow.)

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