The long street was silent, hundreds of people did not make any sound.
Standing in the ruins of the inn, Chen Changsheng glanced at Hua Jiefu. Earlier, the bishop of Xunyang City had warned him that a big man from Huaiyuan was traveling in the north, and it was very likely to cause great trouble.
Looking at it now, the state religion is indeed the most powerful force in the mainland, and even such secret information can be accurately detected, but the bishop made a mistake, and that person is not troublesome, besides... Su Li was also wrong.
Chen Changsheng looked at Wang Po's back, and said to Su Li, "Look, there are still people willing to help you after all. This world is not blindly dark, and you can trust it."
In the slightly cold drizzle, Wang Po stood like a lone tree. He repelled Liang Wangsun and Xiao Zhang, and beat them so hard that they were unable to fight anymore. He was also seriously injured for this, coughing up blood, and his voice seemed a little weak.
"Let's go." He said directly without turning around.
Chen Changsheng knew that these words were addressed to himself. He lifted Su Li from the chair, and followed Wang Po, stepping over the broken beams and rubble wet by the rain, and walked towards the street.
Su Li felt that this was a little hard work. The most important thing was that if he was supported by Chen Changsheng, he would not be able to walk casually, and he would have to be watched by hundreds of people, which would seriously damage his legendary quality.
"I told you before entering the city, don't rush to let those two furry deer go, you won't listen!"
He complained angrily to Chen Changsheng: "I don't care, you quickly find me a mount."
Chen Changsheng was very helpless, wondering where to find a mount at this time, and said, "We'll talk about it when we get out of the city."
Su Li pointed to Huo Yunqi, who was being held by Xue He on the other side of the street, and said, "This beast is good, it can fly."
Chen Changsheng thought to himself that the whole continent knew that it was good, but the problem was that it was not yours, nor mine, but the mount of a Great Zhou God General who wanted to kill you. If you don't hurry up and leave Xunyang City, you will still do these things what to do
Su Li looked at the expression on his face, and reluctantly said: "It's really not possible, the chariot of Prince Liang's Mansion is also fine."
Chen Changsheng was silent, thinking that he was really wrong, he shouldn't have walked back when he was in Xueling Hot Spring, so while the two were talking, Wang Po had been waiting quietly in front, seeming extremely patient, when suddenly, He turned around and walked towards the crowd, and when he came to a practitioner, he stretched out his right hand—the practitioner was leading a yellow puma.
Hoofbeats sounded, Wang Po led the horse back, handed the reins into Chen Changsheng's hands, then turned around, carried the knife and continued walking towards the other side of the long street. Looking at his back, Chen Changsheng was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect that he was also a wonderful person.
He looked like a poor accountant, but a wonderful accountant.
"Wang Po is a very interesting person. When he was an accountant in Wenshui City, I was very optimistic about him, but... his eyebrows are not good, too shabby, too sad."
Su Li was riding a yellow puma, and his mood improved a lot. He wanted to chat and remember the past, and pointed to Wang Po in front of him and said, "If he can look better, I will definitely treat him better then."
Wang Po should have heard his words, he paused slightly, and then walked forward again, stepping on the rainwater on the street, at this moment, the rain falling in the sky gradually stopped, and the sky in the distance showed a blue color .
Many people came to this grand banquet in Xunyang City. There were people in the Xiaoyao list such as Huajia Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun, as well as many forces. At this time, the banquet was about to end, but there were still many people who refused to accept it. people who leave the table.
Those people had blood feuds with Su Li, and there were old grievances that could not be resolved.
Wang Po's sword can kill Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun, but it can't frighten people's hearts. Since those people came to kill Su Li, they put their life and death at risk, and they were not afraid of death, so naturally they would not be afraid of Wang Po either.
The bluestones on the street were wet by the rain and turned into countless pieces of black inkstones, and many people stood beside the street.
Wang Po was holding the knife in front, and Chen Changsheng was holding the rein behind, tick-tock-tick, it was the sound of rain dripping from the eaves, it was also the sound of blood dripping, and it was also the sound of a beating heart.
The eyes of the crowd are complex, including awe, fear, anger, and unwillingness.
The expression on Wang Po's face did not change. Chen Changsheng looked at his feet. Su Li was still looking at the sky, and he was extremely careless. In the eyes of his enemies, he naturally looked particularly hateful.
Someone finally couldn't bear it anymore, rushed into the street, and shouted: "Su Li, take your life!"
Chen Changsheng was still silent, his left hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword, Su Li was still looking at the sky and didn't care.
Returning all the way south from the snowy field, and returning tens of thousands of miles, the two of them had faced too many attacks. Now, there is one more person in the Nangui team, from two to three, and they don't worry about anything.
A sharp and steady saber intent shot out through the air, and there was only a muffled sound. Before the man had time to reach the middle of the street, he was sent flying back, fell heavily on the wall, and passed out with the smoke and dust.
Another person arrived, and was hit by the iron knife again. On the long street of Xunyang City, there were flying figures everywhere, spewing blood, muffled screams, screams of pain and despair.
Wang Po carried the knife and went first. He just held the iron knife and hit it seemingly casually, and no one could get past his knife and get close to Su Li, no matter whether that person was a star-gathering beginner from the Northland or a genius of any sect.
All the while, he didn't touch the blade, so no one died.
On both sides of the long street, practitioners who fell to the ground were everywhere.
Sure enough, he is the strongest on the Xiaoyao list.
Unless a saint came in person, and the wind and rain from all directions were present, who could stop Tianliang Wangpo
Chen Changsheng still held the sword hilt tightly, silent and vigilant.
His eyes did not stay on Wang Po, nor did he fall on the unpredictable iron knife, although he knew very well that this was a rare learning opportunity, but kept on those things that were easy to miss by the street. place.
— Broken walls, hanging eaves, injured practitioners, scolded teenagers.
It was the most dangerous time to leave Xunyang City.
He never forgot the assassin who was always hiding in the night.
That third assassin in the world who had silently followed him and Su thousands of miles away, and whose patience was frighteningly strong.
That assassin with a very common name: Liu Qing.
He thought Liu Qing would make a move.
Wang Po has already arrived, and if Liu Qing doesn't take advantage of the last chaos in Xunyang City to make a move, once they leave Xunyang City, Liu Qing will most likely never find another chance to make a move, and in the end, like Su Li, put himself into the most embarrassing situation.
The head of Xunyang City is approaching, and when you turn the corner in front of you, you can see the closed city gate.
At this moment, Liang Wangsun said a word.
Liang Wangsun has been following them since they left the inn.
He is now unable to make a move, but he does not want to leave.
He wanted to see if Su Li could survive, and if he would open his eyes one day.
He said to Wang Po: "Although the world is big, there is no place for Su Li to stay. Where can you take him?"
Wang Po stopped.
Huang Puma stopped in his tracks.
Wang Po turned to look at him and said, "I'll send him back to Mount Li."
Chen Changsheng took Su Li for tens of thousands of miles.
So, what if he took Su Li for another tens of thousands of miles and walked back to Mount Li
"But... even if you send him back to Mount Li, what's the point?"
An indifferent voice sounded from the other side of the long street.
Chen Changsheng thought yes, if Li Shan really changed, so what if Su Li returned to Li Shan
Could it be that the world is so big, but it really can't accommodate him anymore
Then, he suddenly woke up and looked towards the place where the sound came from.
Who is talking
Wang Po's expression became extremely dignified, and he was speechless.
He is very vigilant, even countless times more vigilant than facing Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun together.
Looking at the person slowly appearing at the corner of the street, Chen Changsheng felt his body become very cold.
No way.
He thought silently in his heart.
Suddenly, the anger was overwhelming.
The story shouldn't have ended like this.
Why should a feast of cannibalism end according to the owner's wishes
Anger stems from helplessness.
Chen Changsheng felt very helpless at this moment, because he was really desperate.
Whether facing Xue He or Liang Hongzhuang in the wilderness, or seeing the chariot of Prince Liang's mansion in the inn, he never despaired, even when facing Xiao Zhang's iron spear, he couldn't even lift his sword, He still doesn't despair.
Because he was still alive and Su Li was still alive, he believed that there must be someone in this world who would come to help them.
When he shouted those four words to the bright spring scenery of Xunyang City, there would be echoes.
Sure enough, Wang Po came.
He came here in spite of the wind and the rain.
But now, this person... has actually come.
No matter how bright the spring scenery is, it will eventually dissipate.
The reverberation that I never forget will also dissipate.
Even if someone is willing to help them, what's the use
Now, who else can help them
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A middle-aged man appeared at the corner of the street.
The man had long hair and shawls, but he could faintly see many snow-like traces inside.
So that it is impossible to tell how many years he has lived and how many years he has practiced.
Decades or centuries
The man was tall and thin.
That person is extraordinary, unrestrained and unrestrained, because he is the leader of the family.
The man's expression was very indifferent, because he was the peerless patriarch of the ruthless sect.
Looking at Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, he had a domineering and condescending aura.
Even looking at Su Li, he did not hide his confidence and arrogance.
The name moves in all directions, and the wind and rain are like darkness.
It is the wind and rain in all directions.
Juliet.
He is the strongest in the continent.
He is the god of the practice world.
The long street in Xunyang City was quiet, and then countless voices rang out.
Hundreds of practitioners bowed down one after another.
Liang Wangsun Chang bowed to salute.
The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face moved.
Wang Po didn't move, didn't salute, just looked at the other side quietly.
Chen Changsheng didn't salute either, he forgot to salute.
Su Li sat on the horseback, condescending.
He looked at Zhu Luo and said, "You old guys can't help it at last."
Zhu Luo said: "I just can't bear to kill you with my own hands, so I don't want to see each other."
Su Li was quiet for a while, and said with emotion: "It seems that my views back then were not wrong."
"What do you think?" Julie asked.
Su Li looked at him and said seriously, "You guys are all bastards... old bastards."
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