Way of Choices

Chen Changsheng didn't notice that the sky was suddenly dark.

Because he was shocked at this time.

Liu Qing is the third assassin in the world. His swordsmanship has been directed by Su Li. His talent is extremely strong and his realm is extremely high. The most important thing is that he is very determined. In the city of Xunyang, he even dared Zhu Luo to yin and stab it with a sword. Why was he dying at this moment, but he didn't dare to give a sword to that middle-aged scholar?

Is it that the middle-aged scholar is even stronger and more terrible than Juluo?

Juluo is a wind and rain in all directions. People on the mainland who are stronger than him can count with two hands.

Is this middle-aged scholar very popular? Is it South Rail? In other words, he is the old man of heaven and earth?

No, middle-aged scholars are not similar to everyone in the wind and rain.

"Is it His Majesty the White Emperor?" Tang Thirty-six looked very ugly.

In fact, there is no need to carefully calculate, the real answer is already coming out, but they are in the mountains, they can't think of it anyway. Because there is no reason for that big man to appear in Hanshan, appear here, appear here.

In addition to Liu Qing beside the stream, there are some people-Xiao De and more than a dozen demon clan strongmen.

More than a dozen demon clan powerhouses scattered on the grass beside the stream, and Xiao De stood in the stream.

Looking at the back of the middle-aged scholar in front of him, this big demon with a rash appearance disguising his inner arrogance, calmness and imagination, and absolute realism, finally stripped off all his disguise, and his pale face was full of vigilance. Tawny eyes are full of despair.

There was a sword wound on his body. Liu Qing, who brought him this sword wound, had bleeding in the corners of his eyes under the pressure of the middle-aged scholar. He couldn’t even pull out the sword. He knew he and the middle-aged man very well. How far is the gap in strength between scholars, so he is so desperate.

But despair does not mean surrender, his body exudes increasingly fierce fighting intentions.

It is worthy of being the top five real powerhouses on the Xiaoyao list. His previous performance on the mountain road seems to be far less famous, but at this time, facing the real shadow of death and the night that shrouded the cold mountains, he really showed it. Fearless will.

Xiao De's eyes fell on Liu Qing's right hand.

Holding the sword in his hand, Liu Qing shivered slightly, seemingly weak.

Druid is waiting for an opportunity.

He knew that only with the Tsing Yi Kendo strong man who hurt himself, it was possible to fight a near-impossible vitality in front of this middle-aged scholar. He believed that he had never given up, and that this Tsing Yi person would never give up. How trembling the hand holding the sword would eventually be a moment of calming down.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged scholar did not give them this opportunity.

At the moment Liu Qing's hand gradually stabilized and Xiao De's breath gradually became stronger, the middle-aged scholar turned around.

The moment before, the middle-aged scholar looked at the lantern-like persimmons in the woods with his hands on his back, as if he had returned to his hometown to support his seniors.

At the next moment, the middle-aged scholar turned to look at them, and his expression was calm, and he regained his identity as a peerless master.

The appearance of this middle-aged scholar is difficult to describe in words, because no matter Liu Qing or Xiaode, such a strong star at the peak of the star, feels that there is a faint night between his eyebrows and he can’t see clearly. As for Chen Changsheng and others on the mountain road, they are even incapable of seeing this person's face.

People can only see this world in the face of middle-aged scholars.

The middle-aged scholar's face was filled with brocades, painted with mountains and waters, and was once a desert of yellow sand, and once a magnificent blue sea, raised his eyebrows and raised his lips, and everything in the world moved, the scenery was very vivid, but yet With a sense of absolute coldness.

Because there are all kinds of scenery in this world, but there is no one.

There is no one.

All people are dead.

Seeing the face of the middle-aged scholar, Liu Qing confirmed his conjecture, his face became paler, and there was blood on the corners of his lips.

That's when he bit his tongue. Only in this way can he keep himself in his mood.

Xiao De has begun to madness in the depths of his pupils, a burst of blood, which is a precursor to the use of demon blood to solve the secret method!

The conjecture has been confirmed, so it is impossible to win any vitality just by joining forces. They must come up with the most secretive and powerful means in order to fight desperately with each other. And what makes them sad is that even if they are desperately unable to continue to live in this world, they just want to be able to delay a moment and let the saints know what is happening on this creek, so that it is dead. Well, it’s not wrong to be killed by this big man.

The middle-aged scholar didn't care about Liu Qing and Xiao De's psychological activities. They didn't even look at the two of them, even if they were two strong stars at the top of the star, and they were ready to desperately.

His eyes fell on the mountain road in the distance, and fell on Chen Changsheng.

With this glance, snowflakes fell in the dark sky, fell on the mountain road, and also fell on Chen Changsheng.

Against the backdrop of the weird night, the snow falling from the sky looks extremely white, but extremely dangerous.

The temperature on the mountain road dropped sharply and became extremely cold. Chen Changsheng and others instantly felt that their bodies were frozen and frozen, and even the true elements in the meridians have become slower countless times. If this situation is allowed to develop Go on, don't talk about fighting after counting interest, just fear that even walking will become particularly difficult.

Feeling such a terrible danger, naturally want to avoid, but there are snowflakes everywhere before and after the mountain road, they have nowhere to go. Because those snowflakes seem to be soft, in fact, every thin piece of snow seems to have an unimaginable amount of power.

At this time, a very concealed breath fluctuates, which arises on the mountain road.

The director of the Tianji Pavilion didn't know when, and touched the secret treasure hidden in his sleeve with his consciousness, preparing to warn the depths of Hanshan.

With a snapping sound, the secret treasure had just breathed and was crushed directly by the snowflakes around the mountain road. The right arm of the Tianji Pavilion turned into broken flesh!

"There are enemies!" The Tianji Pavilion's manager, full of anger and despair, snarled toward the depths of Hanshan.

The howling did not reach far, and was cut into pieces by the snow all over the sky, and fell to the ground like a dust.

At the same time, a blood splattered out from the lips of the man who was in charge, and was instantly frozen into countless deep red particles, which fell everywhere on the mountain road.

The body in charge fell slowly, and he no longer breathed.

The mountain road exclaimed.

The monks who participated in the stone-making conference looked angrily at the middle-aged scholars by the creek in the distance.

They could not clearly see the middle-aged scholar's face, but they could feel the middle-aged scholar's indifference or indifference.

It fell a thousand pieces of snow at a glance, trapped the people on the mountain road in an array, and then randomly killed a steward in the Tianji Pavilion. To this person, it seemed that it was really just a small matter.

From the moment the line of sight fell, middle-aged scholars have been watching Chen Changsheng.

what does this mean?

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(There is a chapter at eight o'clock in the evening.)

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