Way of Choices

There was broken ice floating everywhere in the river, and the iron tree floated in between, with eyes open, already dead.

His eyes reflected the dark sky, like fragments and water around his body.

There is a wound between his chest and abdomen, very straight and very deep, which cut off the Yufu and Zhuqiao directly and cut off vitality.

From this wound, Wang Po's previous knife could be seen.

As usual, his knife has many more faint changes, and the realm is more profound.

The moment the iron knife broke the sheath, he successfully broke through.

The prerequisite for this is that he removed the shadow that Zhou Du|fu left on his mind.

Facing the high mountains ahead, some people will choose to detour, some will choose to retreat, and some will choose to climb.

Wang Po has been walking towards the high mountain, the peak is always close to his eyes, but he can't get close.

Until the previous moment, he broke his own demon, and then established his own sword.

Tie Shu died in the battle of standing upright and was not wronged.

But he just broke through, and the background is not enough. To cut down a strong man in the sacred field, he must pay a great price.

He broke his arm, and the more terrible injury than the broken arm, in his body, is constantly invading his meridians and mentality.

The cold winter wind came out of the willow from both sides of Luoshui, gently flicking the broken ice on the water and everything in the broken ice.

Although the wind is cold, it is actually not strong. However, the body of the iron tree in the broken ice turns into a light smoke with the wind and disappears.

Then, the wind swayed Wang Po's coat, making those cracks bigger, bloody, and suddenly gushing out like a waterfall.

Countless ways of arrogant breath, with the blood, left his body.

Wang Po's face did not have a touch of blood, and was whiter than the snow on the riverbank.

His body became extremely heavy, without any energy.

He walked to the shore.

River water mixed with crushed ice seems to become much thicker, and it is very difficult to walk in between.

A straight line of blood appeared in the river water, and then spread toward both sides, and the edge was frozen and condensed into a blood coral-like thing.

He didn't know where he should go at this time, just looked at the embankment east of Luoshui in front of him, and walked over there.

He is used to moving forward.

Only this time he seems to have chosen the wrong way.

The heavy willow was blown by the wind, and many figures appeared.

The first to arrive at the Luoshui River was the second grandfather of the Tang family. Behind him were hundreds of Yulin cavalry and two great generals.

There were small wounds all over his face, and he looked very embarrassed.

That was the damage caused by Wang Po and Tie Shu's first encounter on Snow Street.

Looking at Wang Po in Luoshui, the shock and anger in his eyes gradually disappeared and became indifferent.

Then he laughed silently, with unspeakable sarcasm, contempt and pity in his smile.

Yes, you succeeded in breaking through, and became a sacred realm in the world.

However, in the next moment, you will die.

What a sad fact this should be, and how should this story be celebrated?

The second Tang family smiled, raised his right hand, and waved blankly.

Hundreds of Daoli arrows with dazzling light left the shore of Luoshui and fell to the center of the river.

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There was silence in the palace, the atmosphere was extremely tense, the snow on the eaves melted silently, and before it fell, it became ice beads in the air.

Time walked slowly, no one showed up.

Madam Mu looked at Xueyun in the sky and raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

Who left the firm's boat in the palace?

Who made such a big move on the streets of Kyoto?

Iron tree? No, if he is alone, this thunder will not be so bright.

The thunder finally fell on Luoshui.

The laws of heaven and earth in Luoshui have changed.

An invisible flower came down from the sky.

The meaning of an iron sword rose to the sky.

Mrs. Mu finally moved.

Wang Po broke through!

Iron Tree is dead!

This surprised her, then silenced, and then awe-inspiring.

The words that Zhu Luo said in Tianshuling before he died were not only for Shangxing Zhou, but also for their couple.

If it were changed to something else, she would definitely take action in person to kill Wang Po.

But at this time she needs to leave the palace, graze the snow clouds in the sky, and temporarily resist the will of the entire state religion, unable to leave.

Fortunately, she could clearly feel that after defeating Tieshu, Wang Po no longer had the power to fight.

In Kyoto, he could not fight, and that was death.

If he died, will Chen Changsheng still be alive?

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Surrounded by high-level assassins, killers, masters.

Xiaode stood before his eyes.

For the current situation, Chen Changsheng is not surprised.

He knew that Master wanted to kill himself, and he always knew.

It is related to the position of the Pope, but the more important reason is other-the relationship between him and his brother is too close.

He didn't mention this to anyone, it doesn't mean he didn't know it.

He always thought that Master would choose the day when Uncle Pope returned to Xinghai.

So he had to finish the things that had to be done before the day came.

In the yellow leaves of the sky, he went to Beixinqiao, exhausted his efforts, and made arrangements for the little black dragon to get out of difficulty two years later.

In the wind and snow, he came to Beibing Masi alley to kill Zhou Tong.

He did not expect that Master so desperately wanted to die.

Maybe just today.

Yes, there was no sound on the long street.

Then it is today.

The last leaf was still left in the bald branches of the begonia tree. As the assassin hit the courtyard wall, the leaf also fell down and fell silently on the snow, before the leather boots.

Chen Changsheng's eyes moved upward and fell on Xiaode's face.

The premier master of the young generation of demon races, who appeared in Beibing Masi alley today, naturally means Baidi City, at least the tacit consent of the sage couple.

In the past two years, there have been many gifts and greetings and glory from the Baidi City to the National College of Education. Now I want to come, all this does not make much sense. He did not ask about the reason and reason, because all the reasons and reasons in the world are always investigated in the end, and they are often the words of interest. The Baidi couple should consider for the benefit of the demon clan, even if they have some good feelings about Chen Changsheng, it will not affect their indifferent judgment. Xiao De wants to consider his own interests, and he does not have any affection for Chen Changsheng. For the eight hundred miles of Red River and Luoluo, he is very willing to die.

"I must ask you to die."

Xiao De looked at him seriously and then smashed it with a punch.

This fist seems to be simple, but it is actually terrible. The majestic demon Zhenyuan drives the breath of heaven and earth and comes directly to his eyes.

At the same time, the swords of more than ten assassins gathered in the snow, which blocked all his escape routes.

If Chen Changsheng retreats, he must face these more than ten dreadful swords at the same time, but also face the frightening fist of Xiaode.

If he chooses to move forward, he will surely be left by Xiaode's fist, and the more than ten swords will burst out the most terrifying power at this moment.

Now he seems to choose any way, he will die.

Or for this reason, he chose to move forward.

Both forward and backward are dead, why not move forward? Of course we have to move forward.

He broke through the snow and stabbed with a sword.

His movements were faster than Xiao De's fists.

His sword intention is like a wildfire.

No, it should be Skyfire.

The fire that falls from the sky is lightning.

His sword, like a lightning bolt, penetrated into Xiaode's body.

Xiao De's fist also reached his body at the same time.

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(I went to the hospital at noon and arrived home at nine in the evening. I was really tired and didn’t want to write anymore, but the writing was more powerful. When I wrote this chapter, I moved forward. The soundtracks here are all marches, especially majestic and powerful.)

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