Way of Choices

When Zhu Luo opened Su Li's letter, the fat old man sat aside with a smile, not very worried. Of course, he knew that Su Li was very strong and Su Li's sword was terrible, but after all, it was just a letter. Even if he condensed Su Li's sword spirit and the medium was limited, how could he really hurt Zhu Luo?

The fat old man even dismissed Juluo's hesitation, and thoughts or things in Kyoto need to be arranged separately.

However, when the sword came out of the letter and turned the whole Wanliuyuan into the night, the fat old man knew he was wrong.

Su Li's sword is more powerful and scary than he thought.

With only a sword intent on the letter paper, can actually suppress a super strong person of all directions?

Although Zhu Luo was injured, it was also incredible.

The realm in that sword of mind has even surpassed Zhu Luo by one level!

Even if it is the will of the saint, I am afraid that this cannot be done.

Who can do it except the legendary strongman Zhou Du|Fu, Chen Xuanba, Emperor Taizong or Wang Zhice?

Su Li is not a saint, but Kendo is close to God!

Looking at the golden clouds spewing out in the winter garden, the bright moon in the night sky suddenly dimmed, and the fat old man was shocked, unable to think about it, and drifted past.

Juluo was in danger, and he would be too late if he didn't shoot.

With a loud roar, the fat old man's palms tore the air in front of him, and he shot those golden sword-like hot swords!

He looked like a fleshy mountain, but the fluttering tendency was very gentle, and his palms fell equally softly, flapping slowly, just like a real bird.

The golden black sword is a secret sword from Lishan. It originated from Suli. The sword is extremely hot. After the sword rises, it will spit light and heat towards the outside world endlessly, which is unstoppable.

At the time of the Dynasty test and Zhou Yuan, Chen Changsheng used Jin Wujian several times. His opponent, who was better than him, had to avoid his front.

These golden swords of today are from Su Li's hands, and the power is even more unimaginable.

If you are an ordinary monk, I am afraid that you will be directly burned into blue smoke before you touch those swords.

Even the most powerful person in the realm can only fight like Zhu Luo, relying on Yuehua Jianyi to fight against it, and dare not directly touch it.

Somehow, although the fat old man was afraid, he still patted those golden black swords.

An indescribable breath appeared in the courtyard where Wanliu Garden had been turned into ruins.

That breath is very powerful, but in fact it is not as good as Juluo's Yuehua sword, but that breath gives a very old feeling.

A round like the real sun appeared between the palms of the fat old man, extremely bright and dazzling!

In the light of those lights, the fat old man's face can no longer be seen in any festive meaning, and his brows and good eyes become extremely majestic, and the image of a dragon and tiger appears behind him.

At this time, where is he still a rich man common in the country? This is obviously an emperor!

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Three powerful breaths met in Wanliu Garden.

Yuehua was sprinkling Yinhui in the sky with difficulty.

The blazing sun kept the night falling.

Countless swords are like firebirds, walking between the sky and the sun.

Tens of thousands of hardy Qu Liu began to burn.

This is not the flame brought by twilight, but the real burning.

The cold winter garden seemed to instantly fall into the hot abyss of hell.

With a loud noise, the flames flew, Jiao Liu fell, and the well broke the wall.

I don't know how long it has passed, those violent breaths finally finally stopped.

The house was ruined, and Hantan was no longer able to take photos.

Zhu Luo leaned against a stump willow by the lake, his face pale, his chest covered with blood stains, and more seriously, his left hand had been broken with his wrist.

The fat old man stood in a tattered table, and his fat body collapsed the remaining edges of the table so tightly that it seemed to be broken at any time, and the fat-filled face could no longer be festive, and there was no emperor. The majesty of the world left only tiredness and ugliness.

Since many years ago, he has seen the threshold of the sacred realm. If it is not to fear the reaction of the one in Kyoto, or he has already passed, and in the previous battle, he has even played out Not inferior to the strength of the sacred field.

But he and Juluo were still defeated, and it was so miserable. If it wasn’t that the target of Jianyi was Zhu Luo, if it wasn’t that his family practice was close to the source of Jin Wujian, he would definitely be seriously injured, and even if he helped him, Zhu Luo or this time was already dead. .

Their opponent is just a letter from Su Li.

Juluo slowly stood up, looking at the surrounding fields.

The infinitely beautiful Wanliu Garden in the past has now become a scorched earth, and some willow trees are still burning in the distance.

Wanliuyuan still exists, but its name is gone.

Just like him now.

He knew very well that this was Su Li's revenge.

He has nothing to say about this.

"I can't participate in the matter of Kyoto."

Juluo said to the fat old man that he didn't turn around and looked a little lonely.

Fat old people know that this is an inevitable thing, not to mention that Zhu Luo may no longer be able to restore the state of strength in the heyday, and may even leave the ranks of the storms.

For Juluo, how to arrange the future of the family and the desperate sect is the most important thing, because that is his real aftermath.

The fat old man shook his body like a mountain and walked outside Wanliu Garden.

Outside Hanqiu City, with the help of his subordinates, he climbed a huge chariot with some difficulty.

A middle-aged man with powder on his face and a sharp voice whispered, "Why, what happened?"

"Did you know? I originally thought that if the big things are done, my first thing is to take over the big house of King Liang's mansion."

The fat old man narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of Xunyang City. He said sadly: "Now I don't know if I have a chance to sit in my life."

He looked at Xunyang City, actually looking at Kyoto.

He was talking about the big yoke of King Liang’s palace, actually referring to the seat in the Kyoto Imperial Palace.

The middle-aged man had been extremely disturbed by the changes that had taken place at Wanliuyuan, and when he heard the emotion of the prince, he was extremely disturbed.

He and those sergeants and ministers are the officials of the royal palace, but they can only listen to the orders of Kyoto. Over the years, he and his subordinates have taken great risks to help the lord to run around and shout, if the lord does not succeed in a major event, where will they have a way to live?

"Infinite Bi enters Kyoto."

The middle-aged man wanted to restore his confidence, and quickly uttered the news he had just received.

The fat old man has some surprises. Although Infinite Bi is also in all directions, he has never been among his solicitation goals, because that is also a woman.

What did the old lady go to Kyoto? Will there be any variables?

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