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Using the formation left by Zhou Dufu to exert the true power of the Heavenly Book Tablet to fight against Shang Xingzhou, this is Chen Changsheng's arrangement.

During those nights in the stone chamber of the Imperial Palace, the plan had become very mature.

But in the original plan, at this time, the Nanxi Zhai sword array should have been arranged around the Zhou Tomb.

Thousands of famous swords that returned to the grassland would once again form a balance with the four Heavenly Book Tablets to ensure that Zhou Yuan would not collapse.

If all of this is implemented, he has a seventy percent chance of defeating his master.

It's a pity that all his swords were taken away by Shang Xingzhou, and the chances of victory were naturally reduced a lot.

What's more, without the suppression of thousands of vicissitudes of sword intent, the clear light emitted by the Heavenly Book Tablet was very likely to destroy Zhou Yuan before defeating Shang Xingzhou.

Shang Xingzhou understood Chen Changsheng's intentions at a glance, and also understood the current situation.

So he won't back down, and he won't admit defeat.

He will persist until the end, even at the expense of touching Zhou Yuan's prohibition.

Chen Changsheng could continue to attack with the Heavenly Book Tablet until he was defeated, but Zhou Yuan might be destroyed in advance.

Otherwise, Chen Changsheng would have to leave Zhou Yuan as soon as possible with the four Heavenly Book Tablets.

But back in the real world, without Zhou Yuan's prohibition, he couldn't exert the power of the Heavenly Book Tablet, let alone a sword......

How could Chen Changsheng defeat him?

It's still a multiple-choice question.

Shang Xingzhou looked at him quietly.

The clear light from the sky was held against his palm, and endless wind and clouds kept dying in it.

Everything in the world is often a multiple-choice question in the end.

It's really easy to get bored.

Chen Changsheng looked at Shang Xingzhou and asked, "Why do you always have to make a choice?"

He was really angry, or rather annoyed.

The angry questioning voice drifted far away in the wind.

Shang Xingzhou looked indifferent and did not answer what he meant.

From Xining Town to Kyoto, from the age of ten to the present, he has done too many multiple-choice questions, and he is really annoyed.

He really wanted to ask his master, if he was always doing this, would it be annoying.

But in the end, he didn't ask, because he knew it was useless to ask.

As in the past years, he was used to doing it, not saying it.

No matter what kind of choice you make.

Or, don't choose.

Yes, today he really doesn't want to choose anymore.

His eyes were incomparably bright, like the moonlight in Xunyang City.

His divine consciousness flew through the air and landed on the sleeve of the merchant boat.

He tries to regain control of the Hidden Blade's scabbard.

If you can't, at least reconnect with the swords in your scabbards.

He believed that as long as those swords sensed their divine sense, they would definitely follow their will, break out of their sheaths, and return to this heaven and earth.

However, he failed.

His face turned paler, like snow in the wasteland.

A stream of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, like a lonely plum tree in the snowfield.

The right hand of the merchant boat still holds the sky.

The wind flicked his sleeves, and the scabbard he held in his left hand could be faintly seen.

Chen Changsheng's gaze fell on that place.

"When making choices, we can often see a person's truest courage, wisdom and heart. ”

Shang Xingzhou looked at him and said, "I'm very disappointed to have you today, because you don't even have the courage to make a choice. ”

Chen Changsheng said: "Since no matter how you choose, you will lose, so why should I choose?"

Shang Xingzhou said: "Because that's your life." ”

Many years ago in the old temple in Xining Town, he said a word to Chen Changsheng.

If you are sick and cannot be cured, that is your life.

Today he said something similar.

No matter how you choose, you will lose, and that is your life.

Chen Changsheng looked at the grassland in the distance and did not speak for a long time.

Shang Xingzhou looked at him quietly and did not speak.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Changsheng retracted his gaze, looked at Shang Xingzhou and said, "My illness has been cured." ”

Yes, his illness has been cured.

He's alive.

So, there is no such thing as fate.

Then the choice makes sense.

Win or lose.

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It's quiet inside and outside the Anglican Academy.

Baihua Lane was full of people, but no noise was heard.

Nervousness, anxiety and worry were written on people's faces.

At this time, everyone already knew that the place where Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng fought was in Zhou Yuan.

People can't see the sword light, they can't hear the sound of the sword, and no one knows the specific situation.

But for a divine powerhouse like Wang Po and King Xiang, space cannot isolate all information.

Why is there not even a trace of sword intent in the National Education Academy?

King Xiang's expression seemed to be laughing and crying, and he couldn't see his true emotions, and his hands holding the fat meat on his abdomen were subconsciously rubbing.

Wang Po thought of a possibility, and his face became a little calm.

With Tang Thirty-six's realm, he naturally couldn't know the situation in Zhou Yuan, but he always paid attention to the changes in Wang Po's expression.

From the beginning to the present, his gaze has been falling on Wang Po's face through the crack in the window.

This is his only source of information now.

Looking at Wang Po's face, he vaguely guessed that the situation was not good, and his face became a little pale.

On the floor there was a Ru kiln azure cup broken into several pieces, and there were some water stains and tea leaves.

He held a teapot in his hand, and the tea in the pot was already cold.

He picked up the teapot and poured half a pot of cold tea into his mouth, but he still couldn't calm his beating heart, nor could he extinguish the fire in his heart.

He rushed towards the bottom of the teahouse, but Su Moyu couldn't stop him, and directly let him run to the front of the National Education Academy.

The King of Linghai and the others looked slightly different, thinking to themselves what he was here for?

The imperial court and the palace jointly decided that the National Education College would be closed, and only Wang Zhice, Shang Xingzhou, and Chen Changsheng could be in it.

The National Religion cavalry and Xuanjia cavalry were guarded around, and countless strong cultivators gathered, and there were even strong people at the level of Wang Po and King Xiang.

No one wants to enter the Anglican Academy at such a time.

Tang Thirty-six didn't pay attention to those unkind and warning glances at all, and even scolded those princes before they could speak.

"Shut up!"

"This is the National Education Academy, I am the superintendent, Chen Changsheng is not here, I am the biggest!"

"No one can go in because they don't agree, I want to go in myself, who do I want to agree?"

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There was chaos in the Hundred Flowers Alley for a while, the sword intent rose vertically and horizontally, and even a few crossbow arrows cut through the sky diagonally.

Wang Zhice turned his head to look at the lakeside and saw Tang Thirty-six.

Of course, Tang Thirty-six guessed that he was Wang Zhice, but he didn't come forward to greet him, and asked directly, "How did you enter Zhou Garden?"

For countless years, Wang Zhice has never met someone who knows his identity but doesn't care, and he can't help but feel a little surprised, and then find it funny.

He spread out his palms to reveal the black stone, and said, "Enter through this door." ”

Tang Thirty-six said, "Give it to me." ”

His request was very concise and to the point.

So much so that Wang Zhice was stunned before he reacted.

"Why?"

"Zhou Yuan is Chen Changsheng's, so this thing is naturally his. ”

"He gave it to me, and it was mine. ”

This time, it was Tang Thirty-six's turn to be stunned before he reacted.

"It was yours, which means it's not yours now, and how old are you?

Wang Zhice had never seen such an unreasonable character, and soon guessed the origin of this little guy.

He said, "Your grandfather wouldn't dare talk to me like that." ”

"Nonsense, except for Emperor Taizong, who dares to be disrespectful to you?"

Tang Thirty-six changed his words and said, "But I want to congratulate you today." ”

Wang Zhice asked, "What's the matter?"

"Congratulations on you, in addition to Emperor Taizong, you finally met someone who dared to scare you again. ”

Tang Thirty-six looked at him and said seriously, "If you refuse to give me this thing, I will scold your mother." ”

Wang Zhice raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I am the referee of this battle. ”

Tang Thirty-six said: "You were invited by Shang Xingzhou, I don't trust you." ”

Wang Zhice said: "The Pope trusts me. ”

Tang Thirty-six said, "What's the matter with me?"

Wang Zhice said calmly: "If I don't give it to you, what can you do?"

Tang Thirty-six's answer was still so concise and clear.

The Wenshui sword is out of the sheath, and the lake surface gives birth to 10,000 golden leaves.

Wang Zhice's expression changed slightly.

It's not because Tang Thirty-six came out with a sword.

It's because of Tang Thirty-six back swords.

Self-slaughter.

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