Hello, Yan Chaobai

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Shaoxing was a little dazed.

When he was fighting with bad wounds, his spiritual platform was clear and his heart was like still water, but at this time his thoughts were hopelessly drowning.

How long has it been since I saw Zhen Shanhe?

This is not a question, because Cang Yun knows the answer himself.

"It's a failure..." He grinned, a simple skill actually made him confused. The pain, exhaustion, and even the overdraft that had been deliberately ignored before poured into his limbs at this moment. , bringing a heaviness that he could hardly bear.

This is the first time Yan Chaobai has used Zhenshanhe.The imminent death squeezed all the energy in his body, and they exploded like a blowout, bringing out the unique light of various mental methods.

Thousands of arrows in the air were cut off by the monstrous sword qi of the master, and they fell to the ground one after another.

For Yan Chaobai, this is a very good Zhenshanhe. The timing, location, and effect of the release are all perfect.

For Yu Cangyun, this was the last straw.All along, what is really fatal is not the deep and shallow wounds on his body, but the determination he holds.

Many times, Cang Yun has faced such a situation.

Chunyang's Zhenshanhe is always just right, the timing, location, and even the movement of swinging the sword are perfect without a single flaw.

Cang Yun likes his fighting without fireworks, his flowing swordsmanship, his unrestrained sword aura, and his free and easy way of killing people hundreds of feet away.

Even if his sword was aimed at his own chest in the end.

The sound of horseshoes came from afar, and Cangyun's army finally approached the battlefield.

"Kill those two people, shrink the formation and prepare to retreat." An Lushan gave an order, and countless pairs of eyes fixed on Cang Yun and Yan Chaobai instantly.

When Zhen Shanhe disappeared, Cang Yun had already stood up.

Yan Chaobai saw that the pale palm of his left hand had now turned into an empty hole, the ancient battlefield was clear behind the dense bones and severed meridians, and the pain was shocking.

"You shouldn't have come." Cang Yun pulled out the Mo Dao and said calmly, "I'll take you back."

"I..." Yan Chaobai didn't feel any aura similar to Leng Dugu on Cang Yun's body, but there was only vague regret.

Perhaps, there is still a little useless hope.

However, oppression remains.This is not the condescending sense of superiority of the strong, but the desperation condensed by excessive tragic and withered.

Yan Chaobai imagined what his parents would be like countless times, but the young man in front of him surpassed the limit he could accept, and was far away from his limit.

If this is a story about Cang Yun, then this story should end here.

Yan Chaobai was thrown into Yan Beiyao's arms, he struggled desperately to get rid of the instinctive stiffness of his body in the air, and when he looked back, he only had time to look back for the last time.

This time, those bright and heroic eyes were genuinely stained with a smile, which was insane.

In just a short moment, Yan Chaobai saw the Cang Yun back then, the Cang Yun that hadn't brought him to Yanmen Pass.

He laughed silently, without hysteria, without becoming angry from embarrassment, without being out of temper, what he had was just the purest arrogance, destroying the haze along the way like destruction, which is hard to get rid of until death.

Go to Quantai to recruit the old department, and kill Yama with one hundred thousand flags!

Under such arrogance, what is laid is the vitality that belongs only to young people.

In that year, Kaiyuan flourished.A young man walked leisurely outside the city of Yangzhou.But seeing him in the black gold armor, holding the shield and raising the sword, his appearance is very handsome.

Under the green willows, leaning against the Taoist priest in white, an ancient sword hung quietly behind him, when the young man passed by, it shook slightly and let out a low cry.

"Is that him?" Dao Chang's cold brows and eyes instantly softened.

Once the prosperity is gone, Yangzhou has gone through many vicissitudes.

"Is this Yangzhou?" The newborn Erlang looked up at the towering city gate, showing two snow-white canine teeth on his face. The sun was shining brightly, but it couldn't hide the arrogance in his eyes.

"I have heard for a long time that Yangzhou is prosperous, and heroes and heroes gather here, but now it seems that it is nothing more than mediocrity!" The young man laughed, his smile was presumptuous and flamboyant.

Once upon a time, no one had laughed so chicly and heartily in this land of changing generations.

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