Way of Choices

The sword Chen Changsheng wanted was naturally in Zhou Garden, to be precise, in the sword pool. Although he didn’t know where the sword pool was until now, the sword he wanted was undoubtedly a famous sword, just like The mountain and sea sword in his hand was the same.

In fact, the sword he wanted was far inferior to the Shanhai Sword on the Baiqi List, but in some respects it was even more famous than the Shanhai Sword, because that sword was extremely rare and was unique to Zhou Hai. The husband brought the sword back to Zhou Yuan from the outside world. More importantly, that sword is the sword of Nanxizhai, that is to say, that sword is the saint's sword.

Chen Changsheng didn’t know that the girl behind him was Xu Yourong. He didn’t have any preference for the name Xu Yourong until this time. He wanted this sword at this time. Naturally, he didn’t want to prepare a dowry for his fiancee, but because of the legendary one. Nanxizhai's Zhaijian comes with holy light, which can purify all toxins, and can naturally suppress the demon's blood dissolution Dafa.

This idea is indeed absurd, but it has become a reality. Just when he gave birth to the idea, somewhere in the grassland just south of the tomb, he suddenly felt a very fresh feeling. Those wild grasses with their heads looked very tired in the rainstorm straightened their waists again, and the raindrops flowed down the leaf veins. , A hundred times the spirit.

A very slight sword intention appeared in endless vitality, and then disappeared without a trace.

At the next moment, this sword intention came to the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, and a sword appeared with it. The sword looked very clean, without any extra decoration, exuding a divine sense, and illuminating the darkness brought by the rainstorm a lot.

This is the sword that Chen Changsheng wants.

He reached into the rain to take off the sword and cut it towards the oncoming peacock.

I only heard an angry chirp in the violent flames, and then in the chirping sound, the flames attached to the peacock feathers turned into blue smoke, and the horrible toxins contained in those blood fires were instantly sacred by the Sword Light purification!

Quiet, absolutely quiet. Nanke's small face was even paler. The two maids behind her opened their eyes wide, their expressions unbelievable. The old man who played the piano showed a look of fear, and Teng Xiaoming's expression was solemn.

Suddenly, the rain burst suddenly. Liu Wan'er, who had never shot, flew up along the Shinto, and the big iron pot in his hand turned into the night of the sky, and covered the Sai Sword that still radiated the Holy Light!

Chen Changsheng loosened the handle of Zhaijian, held the sword of Shanhai sword again in the rain, and picked it toward the iron pot, only to hear the sound of Jin Ming breaking, the breath spurting, the black pot was directly lifted by the iron sword, and the night lifted Opened a mouth.

After night, it was not Qingtian, but Liu Waner's hands.

She held a ribbon in her hands, the ribbon was soft and smooth to the extreme, tied to the mountain and sea sword, so that the heavy iron sword could not move anymore. At this moment, Teng Xiaoming, who had her own heart in mind, held an iron bar and fell from the rain again, smashing it against his head!

Just then, there was another movement in the depths of the grassland, and a thin sword traversed the torrential rain like a stream of light for dozens of miles, and came to the front entrance of the mausoleum, as if it was jammed into the right hand that Chen Changsheng had just loosened the sword handle of the mountain and sea.

The sword is very delicate, and it feels like a needle.

Chen Changsheng held the sword and pierced Liu Wan'er. The delicate sword body seemed to be unable to withstand the baptism of the rainstorm. On the way, it kept shaking, and the blade of the sword walked like lightning, just like what was embroidered in the rain. I don't know what kind of sword this is, what kind of swordsmanship he uses, I just feel that it is extremely soft, the sword moves willow green and red, the grand scene is all beautiful!

In the chirping noise, the delicate sword failed to embroider a beautiful picture in the rain, but broke the ribbon wrapped around the mountain and sea sword, Xiu Jian continued to break through the raindrops, and finally killed Liu Waner. Tear her earlobe. If it weren’t for Teng Xiaoming’s deformed iron bar, or this delicate sword would directly tear Liu Waner’s neck.

The iron bar came through the sky, Chen Changsheng released the sword, held the mountain and sea sword in the rain again, and lifted up, still picking words, only heard a deafening impact sound, the iron bar whistled and broke away, I don’t know Where did it fall. Teng Xiaoming didn't hesitate to grab Liu Waner's shoulder and backed violently, dangerously avoiding Chen Changsheng's next sword.

Whether using the delicate sword or the mountain and sea sword, Chen Changsheng used three consecutive strokes to pick words, picking lines from Brie, picking lights at night, picking neatly, and picking the most chic.

Three swords were suspended in the heavy rain around him, and the picture was shocking.

Looking at the sacrificial sword exuding a faint light, Nan Ke could no longer suppress the shock in her heart. She was even reluctant to think about why the legendary saint sword appeared, and said angrily: "How do you connect Nan Xizhai's swordsmanship capital!"

"Is this the Yue female sword?" Liu Waner looked at the delicate thin sword in the rain beside him, and was shocked. He didn't notice a drop of Yin red blood beads in his earlobe.

There was a powerful sword sect in the southeast corner of the mainland. Most of the disciples were women, and they were in the land of Yue, so they were named Yue Nvzong, and they had many masters of kendo before they joined Nanxizhai hundreds of years ago. It gradually disappeared. Needless to say, Nanxizhai, as the holy place of the southern religion of the state religion, has always been admired and worshiped by all people.

Nanke and Liu Wan'er were naturally shocked by the emergence of these two swords. What is even more incomprehensible is why Chen Changsheng knew even the swordsmanship of Nanxizhai and Yuenvzong. Seeing Ji Zhu, very few men will practice.

Chen Changsheng did not explain. He can master the swordsmanship of Nanxizhai and Yuenvzong, at least he can master the approximate moves and sword shapes of these two sets of swordsmanship, except that the most important reason for reading through Daozang is his diligence. He came to Kyoto from Xining Town in In this year of the National College of Education, the most thing he did was to study and practice all the methods of practice in the world. Except for the teenagers from the God of the Seven Kingdoms in Shanjianzong, no one of his age could be as hard-working as him. People. ?

Looking at Chen Changsheng on the stone platform in the wind and rain, both Nanke and Liu Wan'er were very upset.

Teng Xiaoming is the most silent one among the strong people who entered the Demon Clan in Zhou Yuan. Speaking of his identity, he is the twenty-four demon generals, not to mention the high-ranking Nan Ke, even without his wife Gao, but Xue All the nobles in the old city knew that because he loved his wife deeply, he was the strongest in the field when it comes to real combat power and vision.

So he didn’t let the shocking picture in front of him shock his mind, his right hand stretched out into the rain and somehow he recalled his iron rod, stepped out on the Shinto, and whistled up, attacking Chen Changsheng again .

The rest of the strong men also woke up and knew that they could not allow the war situation to continue to develop like this. Seeing that Chen Changsheng, who had entered desperation, suddenly had the help of three famous swords. Who knows what will happen later?

The air-breaking connection sounded, and the strong wind was on the Shinto, and the rainstorm was slanted like a weak willow. An extremely clear piano sound, with undisguised killing intent, accompanied by several strong winds, struck Chen Changsheng on the edge of Shitai.

Just then, a whistle suddenly sounded in the rain. The scream is a sword scream, extremely sharp, resounding in the world, but also strangely deep, as if it were a dragon roar from ancient times!

The shadow of Dapeng in the distant sky was slowly falling, and was suddenly held by this sound of Long Xiao for a moment.

The old man playing the piano had a pale complexion, and the fingers stroking the strings tremble violently, accompanied by several snaps, the strings suddenly broke, and a spit of blood will come out, and the Guqin on his knees will be dyed red in an instant.

What is it, howling, how amazing it is!

Just then, a sword broke through the rain and came to Chen Changsheng.

His sword is extremely arrogant and unmatched.

"Dragon Yinjian!" Liu Waner exclaimed in exclaimation.

Chen Changsheng took the dragon sword from the rain and cut it to Teng Xiaoming.

The mausoleum was suddenly bright, as if a virtual dragon spewed out from the sword body, striking heavily between Teng Xiaoming's chest and abdomen, only to hear a horrible muffled sound, Teng Xiaoming was flew to the Shendao hundreds of feet away, The sternum doesn't know how many cracks.

Nanke was near, the real blood burning wildly in her eyes.

Chen Changsheng looked at her eyes, suddenly let go of the sword handle of Longyin Sword, and reached into the rain sky again.

Another extremely bright sword flew from afar and fell into his hands.

He held the sword forward and washed the sword face like a wash, directly chopping Nanke back.

A shout was again heard on Shinto: "Autumn Sword!"

This is not the end.

This is just the beginning.

The sound of Jian Po Yukong kept ringing.

Shocked voices continued to sound.

"Bihu sword!"

"Zhangba Divine Sword!"

"How is this possible! This is... Moshuai's flag sword!"

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(Before nine in the next chapter.)

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