Chapter 395: Wind and Rain Blocking the City
The long street was silent, and hundreds of people did not make a sound.
Chen Changsheng stood in the ruins of the inn and glanced at Hua Jiefu. Previously, the bishop of Xunyang City had warned him that there was a big man in Huaiyuan who was traveling in the Northland, and it was very likely to cause great trouble.
Now it seems that the state religion is indeed the most powerful force in the mainland, and even such a secret information can be accurately detected, but the bishop miscalculated, that person is not a trouble, other than that...... Su Li was also wrong.
Chen Changsheng looked at Wang Po's back and said to Su Li: "Look, after all, there are still people who are willing to help you, this world is not blindly dark, it is worth trusting." ”
In the cold drizzle, Wang Po stood like a lonely tree. He repelled Liang Wangsun and Xiao Zhang, and slashed the two of them with extremely strong means to fight again, and was also seriously injured for this, coughing up blood, and his voice seemed a little weak.
"Let's go. He didn't turn around, he said directly.
Chen Changsheng knew that this sentence was said to himself. He helped Su Li up from the chair, followed Wang Po, walked through the broken beams and gravel wet by the rain with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked towards the street.
Su Li felt that this was a bit hard, and the most important thing was that if he had to be supported by Chen Changsheng, he couldn't walk casually, and he had to be watched by hundreds of people, which detracted from his legendary color.
"I said before I entered the city, don't let those two hairy deer go in a hurry, you don't listen!"
He complained angrily to Chen Changsheng: "I don't care, you hurry up and find me a mount." ”
Chen Changsheng was very helpless, thinking about where to find a mount at this time, and said, "Wait until you get out of the city." ”
Su Li pointed to the Huo Yunqi held by Xue He on the other side of the street and said, "This animal is good, it can fly." ”
Chen Changsheng thought to himself that the entire continent knew that it was good, the problem was that it was not yours, nor mine, but the mount of a Great Zhou Divine General who wanted to kill you, if you didn't leave Xunyang City quickly, what else would you do with this?
Su Li looked at the look on his face and said reluctantly: "It's really not good, the chariot in King Liang's Mansion can also be used." ”
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 of him, looking extremely patient, and suddenly, he turned around and walked towards the crowd, came to a cultivator, and stretched out his right hand - the cultivator was leading a yellow horse.
The hoof replied, Wang Po led the horse back, handed the reins to Chen Changsheng's hand, and then turned around, carrying the knife and continuing to walk towards the other side of the long street. Looking at his back, Chen Changsheng was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect him to be a wonderful person.
He looked like a shabby settler, but a wonderful settler.
"Wang Po is a very interesting person, when he was a bookkeeper in Wenshui City, I was very optimistic about him, but ...... His eyebrows were not long, too shabby, too sad. ”
Su Li rode the yellow horse, his mood was much better, and he had the idea of chatting and reminiscing, pointing to Wang Po in front of him and saying, "If he can look better, I will definitely be kind to him at that time." ”
Wang Po should have heard his words, his footsteps paused slightly, and then he walked forward again, stepping on the rain on the street, and at this moment, the rain falling in the sky gradually stopped, and the sky in the distance showed a blue color.
This feast in Xunyang City, there are a lot of people who go to the banquet, there are people in the free list such as Xiao Zhang, Liang Wangsun, and many forces, at this time, this banquet is about to end, but there are still many people who refuse to leave the table.
There is a deep blood feud between those people and Su Li, and there are old grudges that cannot be dissolved.
Wang Po's knife can kill Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun, but it can't shock people's hearts. Since those people came to kill Su Li, they had already put life and death out of the way, and they were not even afraid of death, and naturally they would not be afraid of Wang Po.
The bluestones on the street were wet by the rain and turned into countless black inkstones, and there were many people standing on the side of the street.
Wang Po carried the knife in front, Chen Changsheng held the reins behind, and replied, it was the sound of rain dripping from under the eaves, the sound of blood dripping, and the sound of the heart beating.
The eyes of the crowd were complex, awe, fear, anger, and unwillingness.
The expression on Wang Po's face did not change at all. Chen Changsheng looked at his feet. Su Li was still looking at the sky, extremely scattered, and in the eyes of his enemies, he naturally looked particularly hateful.
Someone finally couldn't bear it anymore, swept 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, and Su Li was still looking at the sky and didn't care.
Returning from the snowfield all the way south, tens of thousands of miles back, the two have already met too many attacks. Now, there is one more person in Nangui's team, from two people to three, and they don't have to worry about anything.
The sharp and calm sword intent broke through the air, only a muffled sound was heard, and the man did not have time to sweep into the middle of the street, and was shocked back, and fell heavily against the wall, fainting with smoke and dust.
Another person arrived, and then was struck away again by the iron sword. On the long streets of Xunyang City, there were flying figures everywhere, spurting blood, muffled screams, and screams of pain and despair.
Wang Po carried a knife and walked first. He just carried the iron knife and hit it seemingly casually, and no one could get past his sword and get close to Su Li, no matter if that person was a powerhouse of the Gathering Star Primal Realm in the Northern Lands or a genius of which sect.
The whole time, he didn't move the blade, so no one died.
On both sides of the long street, there were cultivators who had fallen to the ground and could not get up.
Sure enough, he is the strongest on the list.
Unless it is a saint who comes in person, and the wind and rain from all directions arrive, who can stop the Tianliang King from breaking?
Chen Changsheng still held the hilt of his sword tightly, silent and vigilant.
His gaze did not stay on Wang Po's body, nor did he fall on the unpredictable iron knife, although he knew very well that this was a rare learning opportunity, but kept falling on those places on the side of the street that were easy to miss.
-- Broken walls, hanging eaves, injured practitioners, scolding teenagers.
is about to leave Xunyang City, but it is also the most dangerous time.
He had never forgotten the assassin who had always been hidden in the night.
The third assassin in the world who had followed him and Su thousands of miles away in silence, and whose patience was terrifying.
The assassin with a very common name: Liu Qing.
He felt that Liu Qing would make a move.
Wang Po has already come, 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 a chance to make a move, and finally like Su Li, he will put himself in the most embarrassing situation.
The head of Xunyang City is getting closer, and when you turn the street corner in front, you can see the closed city gate.
At this moment, Liang Wangsun said a word.
From the time he left the inn, Liang Wangsun had been following them.
He was now powerless, but he didn't want to leave.
He wanted to see if Su Li could still live, and wanted to see if he would open his eyes this day.
He said to Wang Po: "Although the world is big, there is no place for Su Li, where can you take him?"
Wang Po stopped.
The yellow husball stopped.
Wang Po turned to look at him and said, "I'll send him back to Lishan." ”
Chen Changsheng took Su Li for tens of thousands of miles.
So, he also took Su Li to walk tens of thousands of miles, what about walking back to Lishan?
"But...... Even if you send him back to Lishan, what's the point?"
An indifferent voice sounded on the other side of the long street.
Chen Changsheng thought to himself, yes, if Lishan really changes, what can Su Li do even if he returns to Lishan?
Could it be that the world is so big, but it really can't accommodate him anymore?
Then, suddenly, he woke up and looked at where the sound had been.
Who's talking?
Wang Po's expression became extremely solemn and speechless.
He was very vigilant, even more vigilant than facing Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun together.
Looking at the person who slowly appeared at the corner of the street, Chen Changsheng felt that his body had become very cold.
No way.
He thought silently to himself.
Suddenly, there was a lot of rage.
stories, there shouldn't be such an ending.
Why should a man-eating feast end according to the owner's wishes?
Anger comes from helplessness.
Chen Changsheng felt helpless at this time, because he was really desperate.
Whether it was facing Xue He or Liang Hongjiao in the wilderness, or seeing the big chariot of Liang Wangfu in the inn, he never despaired, even when he couldn't even lift his sword in the face of Xiao Zhang's iron spear, he still didn't despair.
Because he is still alive, Su Li is still alive, and he believes that someone in this world will definitely come to help them.
He shouted those four words in the bright spring light of Xunyang City, and there would be an echo.
Sure enough, Wang Po came.
He came in the wind and rain.
And yet, this man ...... It's actually here, too.
No matter how bright the spring light is, it will eventually dissipate.
The echoes that will not be forgotten will also dissipate.
Even if there are still people willing to help them, what good is it?
Now, who else can help them?
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A middle-aged man appeared around the corner of the street.
The man had long hair and a shawl, but there were faint traces of snow in it.
So much 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.
He was very popular and dashing, because he was the head of the family.
That man's expression was very indifferent, because he was the Peerless Sect Master of Ruthless Extermination.
Looking at Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, he has a domineering and condescending momentum.
Even looking at Su Li, he made no secret of his confidence and arrogance.
The name moves in all directions, and the wind and rain are like obscurity.
The person who came was the wind and rain from all directions.
Julo.
He is the strongest man on the continent.
He is the god of the world of cultivation.
There was silence on the long streets of Xunyang City, and then countless voices rang out.
Hundreds of cultivators bowed down one after another.
King Sun of Liang saluted.
The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face moved.
Wang Po didn't move, didn't salute, and looked at the other side quietly.
Chen Changsheng didn't salute either, he forgot to salute.
Su Li sat on horseback, condescending.
He looked at Zhu Luo and said, "You old guys finally can't help it. ”
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 opinion back then was really not wrong. ”
Zhu Luo asked, "What do you think?"
Su Li looked at him and said seriously, "You are all bastards...... Old bastard. ”
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(Quitting smoking has really had a huge impact on my writing, and I'm always working on it to get better and better.) )