The people in the streets and alleys of Xunyang City were all shocked by Su Li's sword. Even if they were as crazy as Xiao Zhang, 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, pierced the rain with his sword, and easily and silently beheaded a strong man in the Star Gathering Realm. This is really a shocking sword practice and realm.
But when he left Zhou Yuan to go to the snow field, he had seen Su Li's real sword.
At that time, Su Li was also holding a yellow paper umbrella. Before the handle was completely out, the sword intent pierced the snow and went straight for dozens of miles. .
Compared with that demon general, what are Lin Canghai and other idiots
Compared with the sword at that time, what is the sword in the rain in Xunyang City today
After returning south for dozens of days, Su Li finally saved a sword, which was less than one-tenth of his heyday, but it was still astonishing. If he could return to his heyday, no, even if the injury was slightly less severe, who would be able to kill him? who to kill? Who dares to kill him
It's a pity that the human world only has cold reality, and there are never ifs.
Everything is really over, after this sword.
"Is no one here?"
Su Li looked at Xunyang City in the rain, and at the guests who came to this feast, and was silent for a long time, then shook his head, and said calmly: "It seems that no one will come again."
The question was asked by him, and the answer was also answered by himself. Between the question and the answer, there were indescribable vicissitudes and sorrows.
His expression was still so indifferent, and he said to Chen Changsheng: "Look, after all, the facts prove that I am right."
Chen Changsheng remained silent, thinking of the point of arguing about these things at this time.
Su Li's expression became serious, and his tone was extremely serious: "Except for a fool or idiot like you, who would help others for no reason? Is there anyone in the world who can be trusted?"
Up to this moment, there was still no one from Lishan Sword Sect, not even a word. The other sects of the Longevity Sect and the Holy Maiden Peak also did not speak. Although Tiannan is far away, words and attitudes should not have time to appear in Xunyang City, before the world. Somewhat sadly, those words and attitudes did not appear.
Or, this shows the attitude of the entire human world towards Su Li.
Land does not distinguish between north and south, and people do not distinguish between virtuous and foolish, all want him to die.
Looking at Su Li who was silent in the rain, Chen Changsheng suddenly felt very sad. His nose was a little sore, his eyes were a little astringent, and his voice was a little tense. He said, "Maybe... Maybe something happened to Li Shan."
The so-called legend is often lonely when it ends. Chen Changsheng couldn't bear to see this scene, no matter in the storybooks or the state religion classics, he didn't like to see the words of the banquet, he didn't want Su Li to leave in such a sad way.
Su Li looked at him and smiled and said, "You idiot, is this comfort?"
Xunyang City in the rain was quiet and slightly cold, getting colder and colder. Suddenly, there was a piano sound from somewhere in the distance. I don't know who is playing the piano, it may be the musician of Prince Liang's mansion, or Liang Hongzhuang's bosom friend. The sound of the piano is sobbing, and the singing is hoarse. You can vaguely hear the words "loyal soul", "old city" and so on, but you can't hear them clearly.
Liang Hongzhuang was silent when she heard the music, and walked away with her sleeves in her tattered dance dress, which was blown up by the wind and rain.
Xue He took Huo Yunlin by the hand, bowed silently to the upstairs of the inn, and turned to leave.
The sound of the piano fades away, the singing fades away, and then...
"Yeah!"
Xiao Zhang stopped drinking!
The white paper covering his face rattled!
The iron spear stabbed at Su Li!
Liang Wangsun held a vajra pestle in his hand, his steps were as heavy as a lotus, his spirit was as full as jade, and his breath enveloped the entire inn.
The wind blew up, and Chen Changsheng was thrown to the ground, unable to get up.
A song is about to end.
That was the time of Su Li's death.
However, someone refused to let the tune stop.
It wasn't Liang Hongzhuang who turned around and left with torn dance clothes.
It wasn't General Xue, whose armor was worn out, who returned after leading the forest.
It's not that the musicians in the palace want to continue playing, nor is it that the bosom friend wants to sing to the end of the world.
The sound of the zither, the sound of the song had indeed come to an end, but in the inn, or more precisely, downstairs of the inn, there was a crisp crash, like a rattle, like a bamboo qin, in short, it continued the song. The crisp impact sounded very rhythmically, as if giving this piece a new life!
Liang Hongzhuang and Xue He, who were leaving separately on the long street, stopped at the same time, and suddenly turned to look at the inn with a shocked expression.
Snapped!
Clap!
Clap clap!
What is the sound
The counter downstairs in the inn is very old, the patent leather is fading, and there is an abacus on it.
The beads of the abacus are constantly hitting.
The person who fiddled with the beads was no longer at the counter.
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Accompanied by crisp crashing sounds, dozens of white air turbulences appeared in the ruins of the inn.
Looking at the turbulent air, Liang Wangsun looked solemn, his royal robe roared up, and his eyes were as bright as stars. Xiao Zhang's expression instantly became extremely shocked, and then became violent!
Chill! The floor between the first and second floors of the inn was like a flimsy piece of paper, just like that. A knife pierced through the floor, appeared through dozens of air masses, and slashed towards Xiao Zhang with an incomparably terrifying howling sound!
Xiao Zhang's appearance is so arrogant, but this knife is even more arrogant than him. Because the knife had no intention of blocking his iron gun at all, it was the person behind the gun that killed him. This is clearly telling Xiao Zhang that my knife must be faster, heavier and more ruthless than your gun. Before your iron gun kills Su Li, my knife will definitely cut off your head first!
Looking at the iron knife that was slashing head-on, Xiao Zhang was shocked, and then angry.
He knew the knife. He knew that this knife was made by Mr. Tang in Wenshui and he gave it to him for free. He also knows that this knife looks ordinary, but in fact it has the invincible power of gods and ghosts. He wanted to say something, but found it difficult to make his voice.
The knife whimpered, like a poor scholar crying, like a child crying from a broken house.
This knife is so angry.
Xiao Zhanghe has dealt with this knife countless times. After Xun Mei entered the Mausoleum of Books of Heaven, he was the one who fought the most times with this iron knife in this world. Of course, he also lost the most times. But he had never seen this knife so terrifying.
The dark clouds in the sky of Xunyang City seemed to have been cut open, and a blue sky appeared vaguely.
Xiao Zhang knew that he couldn't retreat, otherwise he would definitely be defeated by this knife, and even his Dao heart and fighting will would be cut to pieces by this angry knife, and he would become a useless person in this life. He held the iron gun tightly with both hands, and smashed straight at the knife!
There was a loud bang!
White paper floated in the air, and blood fell on the paper.
Xiao Zhang flew backwards, spurting blood all the way, and hit the courtyard opposite the inn heavily.
His angry and unwilling roar sounded from the smoke and debris.
"Wang Po! You actually attacked!"
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