Way of Choices

No one can imagine that the sinister and spicy sword came from his own side, and the person who attacked it was Liang Xiaoxiao.

Folded sleeves are extremely rich in combat experience, and have always been indifferent in temperament, and they rarely trust people. Chen Changsheng has always been extremely cautious in handling things because of his growth environment and encounters, so no matter how charming the two Mozu women are, they are not. The way to cheat them, however, even the two of them did not expect that Liang Xiaoxiao would suddenly be in trouble.

From Tianshuling to Zhouyuan, Chen Changsheng has always noticed that Liang Xiaoxiao is vaguely hostile to himself, but in the seven laws of the Kingdom of God he has contacted with, Gou Hanshi is a kind and stable gentleman, and Guan Feibai is a violent swordsman, or an opponent, an enemy. , But he never thought that the disciples of Lishan Jianzong would be insidious villains, nor could Liang Xiaoxiao actually collude with the Demon Race!

The war between humans and demons has been going on for nearly a thousand years. Whether it is Da Zhou in the north or Changsheng Sect in the south, how many predecessors and fellows have gone to die? As a practitioner, it should be more clear that this is a genocide battle. Why is Liang Xiaoxiao willing to be controlled by the Demon Race?

Of course, the most shocking people are still seven. His lower abdomen was penetrated by Liang Xiaoxiao's sword, and he was seriously injured, but the heart was even more hurt. He looked at Liang Xiaoxiao, his face was pale, and his expression was sorrowful. Until this time, he still couldn't understand. Why did the three senior brothers who grew up together and care about themselves in ordinary times, why would they be so bad!

Liang Xiaoxiao didn't speak, and his face was also pale, and there was a struggle in the depths of his eyes, but deeper, there was an almost frantic euphoria.

That is pain and pleasure.

The three of Chen Changsheng thought about many things and thought about many possibilities. In fact, it only took a short time.

Mozu has always been ruthless, watching the layout finally succeed, Liang Xiaoxiao succeeded in sneak attack, where will give them a chance to breathe, reason time.

Teng Xiaoming, with a blank expression, carried the pole to the front of the three people again, his hands clasped back and forth, and hit the head again without mercy!

The wind by the lake suddenly shattered into countless strands. All the trees nearby were destroyed and collapsed. The horrible pole was pressed down like a mountain.

Even if the three of Chen Changsheng were not injured, it would be extremely difficult to block the full blow of the murderous twenty-four demon heads, not to mention their current situation is very bad.

The folded shoulders had **** flesh and blood, and some messy, undissolved wolf hairs could be seen with bony bones. Even more terrifying is that it is the peacock feather that the demon woman hid in her fingers—the depth of the pupils of the wolf tribe's pupils, who can already see a touch of greenery.

The legendary peacock feather has poisons that can poison powerful monsters, and now those poisons have begun to wreak havoc on his body.

The seven rooms are even more miserable, and their abdomen is gurgling with blood. Even if they force out their final energy, they can only barely hold the Lishan Sword and can’t stand up. How can they fight?

Chen Changsheng looked slightly better. He rushed out of the bottom of the pit with a sword, and he was covered in dust and dirt, and he was extremely embarrassed. There were no wounds on his body and no blood stains on his clothes.

In fact, it just looks better.

Previously, he hardened Teng Xiaoming’s first pole in the bottom of the pit. Even if his body had been bathed with dragon blood, he could not fully support it. The bones of his left arm had cracked, and several ribs had broken. The more troublesome thing was His knowledge of the sea was greatly shaken, extremely disturbing and uncomfortable, his chest was extremely stuffy, and he might vomit bleeding at any time.

How can the three teenagers who were seriously injured face this mountain-like pole?

After Liang Xiaoxiao had successfully attacked before, he floated and swept away, looking at the scene at a distance of tens of feet, and said nothing.

The demon beauty has a smile on his face.

The dignified boudoir was calm.

Liu Xiaowan sympathized and waited.

Waiting for the three of Chen Changsheng, he died without any accident.

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Of course, Chen Changsheng doesn't want to die.

It can be said without a doubt that from the age of ten, he was the person who did not want to die in this world.

In order not to die, he has made a lot of efforts, and naturally has a lot of preparation.

When everyone thought they were going to die, including seven, and even walked through countless folds between life and death and said silently in his heart, he began to work hard again, and came up with the prepared things.

It was a metal ball with scaly lines on the surface.

Chen Changsheng poured his real element into the metal ball, a bright light flashed on the surface of the metal ball, and then trembling quickly, the scales did not break apart.

The sound of finely broken machine springs and metal friction sounded intensively.

The cracked metal ball changes instantly, giving birth to several thin-faced umbrella faces, followed by umbrella bones and umbrella handles.

The time taken for these changes is very short, and the pole carrying the powerful force of the demon has not yet fallen.

An old oiled paper umbrella appeared in Chen Changsheng's hands.

This umbrella looks ordinary and unremarkable, just like his people.

A loud noise!

On the beach by the lake, there was not another giant crater, but dozens of cracks about several feet deep!

The energy was splashing, hitting the hard pebbles, leaving clear marks on it.

The breath of the terrible rush splashed into the depths of the woods, leaving mottled marks on the bark. I don't know how many birds didn't have time to escape, and they were shot down to the ground miserably.

The smoke gradually condensed, and the echoes in the cliffs behind the lake gradually went away.

Chen Changsheng was not dead.

Because the pole was blocked by the unusual umbrella in his hand.

The edge of the umbrella dropped a faint yellow light like a curtain, covering Chen Changsheng inside.

He stood in front of the folded sleeves and Qijian.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the demon beauty stretched his hand to cover his mouth, shocked and speechless.

Liang Xiaoxiao raised his eyebrows slightly, his face dignified.

Liu Xiaowan frowned slightly, revealing a thinking look, as if remembering something.

Only Teng Xiaoming was still looking down, taking another step forward with his right foot, holding a pole in his hands, and hitting again!

The clouds on the lake were brought by that pole!

There was another loud noise!

The yellow paper umbrella blocked again.

But Chen Changsheng's face became more pale.

In Wenshui City, Mrs. Tang gave him this legendary magical instrument. Folded sleeves once said that this umbrella can resist the full blow of the strong star-minster.

It is also said that since the Demon Race used some method to send the two generals of Juxing Realm to force the realm into Zhou Yuan, then Teng Xiaoming and Liu Xiaowan are now at most the peak of Tong You.

It stands to reason that the umbrella in his hand can certainly resist the offensive of the other party.

The question is, how many full blows can be blocked from this monster?

The use of magical tools also requires the support of true elements. The number of true elements is much less than that of practitioners in the same realm, and how long can it last?

The most critical question is that the area of ​​the yellow paper umbrella is not large. How can these demon clan groups attack and how can he protect the folding sleeve and the seven?

There is no way.

He has no way to protect his companions and continue to hold on, and his dilemma is still difficult to solve, so he can only send his companions away.

Just as the yellow paper umbrella defended the pole, his right hand protruded like lightning, shoveling several pills into the folded sleeve mouth behind him, and at the same time put a small thing into his hand.

Those pills are the antidote elixir made by the priest of the palace according to his recipe. His medical skills are inherited from Ji Dao Ren, who is the strongest in the whole mainland's medical technique. From this, the efficacy of these pills can be imagined, or the poison of peacock feathers cannot be resolved, but at least it can help fold the sleeve and suppress it for a period of time.

As for the little cool thing, it is a button.

When he left Kyoto, he only brought a button. He was thinking about what dangers he encountered in Zhou Yuan and could help him save his life.

But now, it seems to be used by others.

When he gave the button to him at the National College of Education, he made it very clear that the button can only take two people away at most.

Chen Changsheng held an umbrella and watched several demon strong men who were rushing at high speed. Without turning around, he calmly said to the folded sleeve behind him: "Take him away."

Mozu's game in Zhouyuan is definitely more than that, but what happened continuously on the lakeside is enough to help them confirm that among the three of them, the goal of Mozu's first place is seven. Otherwise, the Demon Race can fully concentrate on killing him and the folded sleeves first, instead of doing so as now, until the seven rooms enter the mortal situation, Liu Xiaowan said the three words, Liang Xiaoxiao finally came out with the sword.

Folded sleeves understand this, although he does not understand, even if the seven close disciples of Lishan's gate, why did the demon so attach importance to it?

He also understood that when Chen Changsheng gave himself the button, he gave himself the hope of life. When Chen Changsheng stayed, he had to face death.

He also understands that Chen Changsheng will not take the seven rooms by himself, nor will he drop the seven rooms, so there is only one possibility left in the arrangement.

He also understood that he was poisoned at this time and was unable to fight anymore. He could not help Chen Changsheng by staying, so he might as well leave Qijian.

What he understands best is that since Chen Changsheng has made up his mind, no matter what he does, it is meaningless and can only be a waste of time.

Folding the sleeves without hesitation, hugged the seven rooms, and at the same time inspired the button in the palm.

In his arms, the seven small faces were extremely pale, frowning at the tip of the eyebrows, closing their eyes, blinking their eyelashes slightly, looked very pitiful, but did not know what happened.

A blue smoke rose under the yellow umbrella.

At the last moment, folded his sleeves and looked at Chen Changsheng's back, thinking blankly, who is his bodyguard? If you can survive today, it seems that you really owe someone a life.

Almost at the same time, the third pole of the devil fell.

The ground shook violently, and countless smoke filled the green smoke.

Numerous cracks appeared, and fresh soil rolled out like a field in spring.

The smoke is quiet.

Chen Changsheng stood alone.

He held an umbrella in his left hand.

He holds a dagger in his right hand.

His expression was extremely serious, preparing for the final battle.

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(This chapter is cooler than a sad sword, so switch to this one and try to come out by eleven in the next chapter.)

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