Way of Choices

The people in the streets of Xunyang City were shocked by Su Li's sword. Even if they were crazy, they had to express their admiration.

Chen Changsheng didn't think so. On the contrary, he felt a little sad.

In the eyes of everyone, Su Li held a yellow paper umbrella in his hand and walked away with a sword. He easily and quietly beheaded a strong star in the Star Realm. This is really a terrifying Kendo practice and realm.

But when he left Zhou Yuan to the snowfield, he had seen Su Li's real sword.

At that time, Su Li, also holding a yellow paper umbrella, did not fully handle, and the sword broke through the snow. Going straight for tens of miles, a demon on the edge of the snowfield would fall down with the sword, and the mountain-like black shadow suddenly cut off .

Compared with that demon, what are Lin Canghai's rats like?

Compared with the sword at that time, what is this sword in the rain of Xunyang City today?

After returning home in tens of days, Su Li finally saved a sword, which was less than one-tenth of the heyday, but he also had a terrifying prestige. If he can return to the heyday, no, even if the injury is slightly lighter, who can Who killed him? Who dares to kill him?

It is a pity that the human world has only cold reality, never.

Everything is really over, after this sword.

"Did anyone come?"

Su Li looked at the Xunyang City in the rain and the guests who came to the feast. He was silent for a long time, then shook his head and said calmly, "It looks like no one will come again."

The question was asked by him, and the answer was by himself. Between question and answer, there was unspeakable vicissitudes and consternation.

His expression was still so indifferent, and said to Chen Changsheng: "Look, after all, the facts prove that I am right."

Chen Changsheng was silent, thinking of the significance of arguing at this time.

Su Li's expression became serious, and his tone was very heavy: "Apart from you stupid or stupid, who will help others for no reason? Where is someone in the world to be trusted?"

Up to this moment, Lishan Jianzong still had no visitors, not even a sentence. The sectarian mountain gates of the longevity sect and Saint Maiden Peak also did not speak. Tiannan is certainly far away, but words and attitudes should be too late to appear in Xunyang City, before the world. Sadly, those words and attitudes did not appear.

Or, this shows the attitude of the entire human world towards Su Li.

There is no distinction between the north and the south, and no one is wise or foolish.

Looking at Su Li, who was silent in the rain, Chen Changsheng suddenly felt so sad. His nose was a bit panic, his eyes were a bit jerky, and his voice was a little tight. He said, "Maybe... Maybe something happened to the mountain."

The so-called legend is often lonely when it ends. However, Chen Changsheng couldn't see this scene. No matter in the story or the classics of the state religion, he didn't like to see Yan San's words. He didn't want Su Li to leave so sadly.

Su Li looked at him and said with a smile: "You fool, is this comforting?"

Xunyang City in the rain is quiet and slightly cold, getting colder and colder. Somewhere in the distance suddenly came a sound of piano. I don't know who is playing the piano. It may be the musician of King Wang's house, or the confidant of Liang Hongzhuang. The sound of the piano sobbed, and the song was hoarse. I could hear the words of Loyal Soul and Old City vaguely, but it was not true.

Liang Hongzhuang heard the song and was silent, and a broken dance suit rose with the wind and rain and walked away with his sleeves down.

Xue He holding Huo Yunlin, salutes the inn upstairs and turns away.

The sound of the piano faded away, the song faded away, and...

"Bah!"

Xiao Zhang broke his drink!

The white paper covering the face is banging!

The iron gun pierced Su Li!

King Liang's hand held the vajra pestle, stepped like a lotus, and the gods were like jade, and the atmosphere covered the whole inn.

The wind blew, and Chen Changsheng was overturned to the ground, making it difficult to get up.

The song is coming to an end.

That was Su Li's death.

However, some people refused to stop the song.

Instead of turning around and walking away, Liang Hongzhuang, who was in a broken costume.

Xue Shen, who is not in armor, has worn armor.

It is not that the musicians in Wangfu want to continue to perform music, nor is it that the companion wants to sing to the world.

The sound of that piano, that song, is indeed over, but in the inn, more precisely downstairs of the inn, there is a clear impact, like a wooden ring, like a bamboo piano. In short, it continues the music. The sound of crisp impact sounded with a sense of rhythm, as if to give the song a new life!

Liang Hongzhuang, who had left on the long street, stopped walking with Xue He at the same time. Huo Ran turned to look at the inn, his face shocked.

Snapped!

Papa!

Pappa!

What is the sound of something?

The counter downstairs in the inn is very old, the patent leather is gradually falling, and there is an abacus on it.

The beads of the abacus are constantly striking.

The man who played with the abacus was no longer at the counter.

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Accompanied by crisp sounds, dozens of white air turbulences appeared in the inn ruins.

Looking at the turbulent air, Wang Liang's grandson looked awkward, the robe roared, and his eyes were bright as stars. Xiao Zhang's expression instantly became extremely shocked, and then became violent!

A snort! The floor between the first and second floors of the inn was like a piece of fragile paper, so it shattered. A knife broke through the floor, breaking through dozens of air masses, and with a terrifying horror, cut to Xiao Zhang!

Xiao Zhang's debut is so arrogant, but this knife is more arrogant than him. Because this knife had no intention of blocking his iron gun, but the person behind the gun. This is clearly telling Xiao Zhang that my knife must be faster, heavier, and harder than your gun. Before your iron gun kills Su Li, my knife will surely cut off your head!

Looking at the iron sword that was chopping head-on, Xiao Zhang was shocked and then angry.

He knew the knife. He knows that this knife was built by Wenshui Tang's grandfather and given away for free. He knows that this knife seems ordinary, but in fact it has an invincible power. He wanted to say something, but he found it difficult to make a sound.

The knife whimpered, like a shabby scholar crying, like a broken child crying.

This knife is so angry.

Xiao Zhanghe fought this knife countless times. After Xunmei entered the Tianshu Mausoleum, he was the one who fought this iron sword most often in this world. Of course, he also suffered the most defeats. But he had never seen this knife so scary.

The dark clouds in the sky of Xunyang City seemed to be cut open, and there was a faint blue sky.

Xiao Zhang knew that he could not retreat, otherwise he would definitely be defeated by this knife, and maybe even Dao Xin and the will to be chopped by this angry knife, and he would become a waste person in this life. He clenched the iron gun with both hands and hit the knife straight!

A loud noise!

White paper floated in the air, and blood fell on the paper.

Xiao Zhang flew back and forth, spurting blood all the way and smashing heavily in the courtyard opposite the inn.

In the dust and gravel, he roared with rage.

"Wang Po! You actually attacked!"

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(Writing a novel when you quit smoking is definitely one of the most painful things in the world. I can support it. This chapter is not bad. I admire myself. I want to write two chapters tomorrow, but suddenly found that this is really It's so hard...it's really sad to die.)

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