Way of Choices

An aunt was sitting in a sedan chair, with a whisk in his left arm.

The whisk was obviously repaired in the past two years, and it was very new.

Dao Gu's eyebrows are not very old, but always give people a sense of old-fashioned, and has a strange temperament that is annoying.

Wang Po hated her very much. If it were not for her husband, he would cut off one of her arms two years ago.

Of course, with the exception of such characters as Wang Po, no one dared to show any aversion to that Taoist.

Because this Taoist's temper is very violent, because this Taoist is called Infinite Bi, one of the previous generations of the eight directions, the strong man in the sacred field.

There was no one in the other sedan.

The person who originally sat in the sedan chair stood beside Wang Po at this time.

It was a very fat middle-aged man, wearing a bright yellow shirt, and the fat in his abdomen was pulled down from his belt, looking a little funny.

But no one dared to make fun of him.

Because he was the prime minister, the most powerful prince in the court of the Zhou Dynasty had the support of countless troops and ministers.

And not long ago, he finally broke through that threshold and became the first real strongman of the Chen clan to enter the sacred realm after the first emperor.

The last thing, as of today, few people know.

Until he came to Wenshui City from Kyoto, he took the sedan chair to Jiming Mountain, walked to Wang Po's side and shoulder to shoulder with him, and there were great mountains in front of him.

Wang Po said: "I didn't expect it."

Xiang Wang said with emotion: "Neither did I think of it."

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The wind and snow enveloped Wenshui City and the ancestral hall.

The black eaves had accumulated snow, and the white ones looked good, but the white walls were not whiter. Instead, they were reflected by the snow in the courtyard and looked darker.

In the intermittent and dense wind and snow, the light under the sky changes constantly, dark and bright.

Between the light and dark, many figures appeared in the snow.

The assassins wore white clothes and covered their faces, like a snow storm, with a chill all over them, it was difficult to be discovered.

The first time they appeared, they were discovered by Tang 36. That's because they didn't care about being discovered by him.

Tang 36's eyes narrowed.

The cold wind blew on his face, did not allow the heat to be reduced, because the greasy hair fluttered because he had not washed for a long time.

He feels a little bad, because the picture is not beautiful enough, and because the smell is not good.

He looked at the white assassins in the courtyard of the ancestral hall, scratched his head, and said: "You so many people beat me one? It's unfair."

The assassins in white would naturally not answer, and looked at him expressionlessly.

Tang Thirty-six looked up to worship the old man.

He was sitting on the futon at this time, and the old offering stood beside him. If he wanted to see the old offering's face more clearly, he would need to raise his head high.

You can say that he is like a duck waiting to be killed, or he is like a proud goose.

Yes, no matter how cold and horrible the assassins who sneaked into the ancestral hall through the snow and snow are not the old enemies.

But these assassins obviously did not care, and the sight only fell on him, so there was only one explanation.

The second prince of the Tang family is going to kill the thirty-sixth of Tang. Where does confidence come from?

Because the old worshiper who stayed in the ancestral hall was his.

The old envoy said: "Sorry, young master."

Tang Thirty-six smiled and said: "Hug your mother's apology."

The old worshiper raised his right hand and slid down the top of his head.

The sudden snow storm, the candlelight in the deep of the temple shook violently, the first few rows were directly extinguished, and more than ten cards rolled off the rack and smashed into several pieces on the ground.

Tang Thirty-six moved.

The futon was scattered into countless fragments under him, and a smoky smoke filled it with obvious poison.

He rolled and crawled towards the snow-covered courtyard.

Obviously, there is no defense force of the Tang family in the ancestral hall, but he made preparations in advance.

It was just that he didn't expect that the person who wanted to kill himself would actually be the Tang family's offering.

The poisonous smoke in the futon is certainly very powerful, but how can it poison the other party?

The old enshrinement was a generation of elders of the Changsheng Sect. The true element was extremely profound, and the realm had already gathered at the peak of the star.

Don't say that Tang Sanshi is now in Juxing's first realm. Even if he suddenly burst out ten times his strength, how can he stop this crit?

How can he leave the envelope of palm wind when he rolls and crawls towards the courtyard?

The old enshrined palms fell like a mountain.

The wind and snow in the courtyard of the ancestral hall seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. The wind and the snow fell slowly.

Seeing the old enshrined palm, it fell on the head of Tang Sanshi.

Suddenly, the wind in the courtyard came to life again, and snowflakes fell.

A sword light appeared in the wind and snow.

This sword light is extremely bright, illuminating the Lamei snow bench in the courtyard and the eyes of the assassins.

This sword is bright and extremely gloomy, condensing all the breath, as if contaminated with more than a hundred days of fallen leaves and dust, it has been integrated into the ancestral hall.

A few snowflakes falling from the sky suddenly turned red.

It was red with blood.

There was an incredible look on the old enshrined face.

The palm wind roared.

Jianguang walked silently.

All the candles in the ancestral hall were extinguished.

The densely packed cards fell one after another.

Numerous palm prints and sword marks appeared on Liang Zhu and the walls.

With a snort, the ancestral hall was silent again.

The old enshrine stood on the stone steps in front of the ancestral hall.

His left palm was penetrated by a sword, and blood was flowing.

A deep sword mark also appeared on his left chest, and blood was gradually spilling.

His right palm overlaps the opponent's left palm.

His opponent is a man dressed in servant clothes.

The man is unusual and cannot find any features.

Over the past five years, the man's shoulders have been sagged, just like Wang Po on the Jiming Mountain outside the city at this time.

But today it doesn't work, because his left wrist and shoulders have been shattered by the old enshrined palm power.

Who is this man, and actually had a result of losing both sides and defeating the Tang family's worship!

Even if it is a sneak attack, it is still unbelievable.

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The old enshrined vaguely remember this person, should be the dumb servant in the ancestral hall.

At this time he certainly knew that the other party could never be an ordinary dumb servant.

And the other party is not a master of the Tang family arranged by the old man, because he knows all the secrets of the Tang family.

So who is this master who pretends to be a dumb servant and sweeps the courtyard in the Tang family ancestral hall for half a year?

Successfully attacking a half-step sacred strongman must be a very professional assassin, and the realm must be similar.

Juxing Pinnacle? There is only one assassin in this state.

The old enlightenment knew the identity of the other party, his eyes narrowed, and shouted: "Do it!"

This is naturally for those assassins in white.

But at this most critical moment, he forgot a very important thing.

The assassins in white swept towards Tang 36 in the courtyard. The sword was fierce and gloomy, and it was colder than the snow in the deep winter. It was countless times chilling.

During the dancing snow and snow, countless cold sword lights appeared, and then the sound of sharp blades and muffled sounds intensively sounded.

The blood sprinkled on the snow in the courtyard, which was extremely dazzling.

Several assassins fell into the pool of blood and no longer breathed.

These assassins are of high standard and extremely alert, but they never thought that the sneak attack came from their companions.

The sharp and eerie swordsmanship enveloped the courtyard of the Tang family ancestral hall.

The dumb servant retreated to the courtyard.

The seven white assassins approached him.

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