(I was very moved when I received a handwritten copy of the story of the Heavens sent by several book friends. This New Year gift is so good and meaningful. I will say it carefully another day, thank you everyone.)

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Using the formation left by Zhou Dufu and exerting the real power of the Heavenly Book Monument to fight against Shang Xingzhou, this is Chen Changsheng's arrangement.

On those nights left in the palace stone chamber, this plan has become very mature.

But in the original plan, the Nanxizhai Sword Formation should have been set up around Zhouling at this time.

Thousands of famous swords that have returned to the grassland will form a balance again with the four Heavenly Book Monuments to ensure that Zhouyuan will not collapse.

If all of this is put into practice, he has a 70% chance to defeat his master.

Unfortunately, all his swords were taken away by Shang Xingzhou, and his chances of victory were naturally reduced a lot.

More importantly, without the suppression of thousands of vicissitudes of sword intent, the clear light emitted by the Heavenly Book Monument is very likely to destroy Zhou Yuan before defeating Shang Xingzhou.

Shang Xingzhou took a glance and understood Chen Changsheng's intentions and the current situation.

So he will not give in, nor will he admit defeat.

He would persevere until the end, and even touch Zhou Yuan's ban.

Chen Changsheng can continue to attack with the Heavenly Book Monument until he defeated him, but Zhou Yuan may be destroyed in advance.

Otherwise, Chen Changsheng would have to leave Zhouyuan as soon as possible with four Heavenly Book Monuments.

But when you return to the real world, without the restriction of Zhou Yuan, you cannot exert the power of the Heavenly Book Monument, let alone the sword...

How could Chen Changsheng defeat him?

It's still a multiple-choice question.

Shang Xingzhou looked at him quietly.

The clear light shining in the sky was pressed by his palm, and endless wind and clouds were constantly born and destroyed.

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

It's really easy to feel bored.

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

He was really angry, or annoyed.

Angry questioning drifted far away in the wind.

Shang Xingzhou looked indifferent and did not answer his meaning.

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

He really wanted to ask his master if he always did this, would he be annoying?

But in the end he didn't ask, because he knew it would be useless if he asked.

Just like in the past few years, he has been used to doing it rather than saying it.

No matter what choice you make.

Or, no choice.

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

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

His spiritual sense left across the air and fell on Shang Xingzhou's sleeve.

He tried to regain control of the Tibetan sword scabbard.

Even if you can't, you must at least reconnect with the swords in the scabbard.

He believed that as long as those swords sensed their spiritual consciousness, they would follow their will, break out of the sheath, and return to this world.

However, he failed.

His face became paler, like snow in the wasteland.

A stream of blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, like a lonely wintersweet in the snow field.

Shang Xingzhou's right hand still supported the sky.

The wind moved his sleeves and could vaguely see the scabbard he held in his left hand.

Chen Changsheng's eyes fell where.

"When making a choice, you can often see a person's truest courage, wisdom and mind."

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

He spread his palms and exposed the black stone, and said, "Go into this door."

Tang Sanshiliu said, "Give it to me."

His requests are very concise and clear.

So Wang Zhice was stunned and then reacted.

"Why?"

"Zhou Yuan belongs to Chen Changsheng, so this thing is naturally his."

"He gave it to me, and this thing was mine."

This time it was Tang Sanshiliu's turn to be stunned before he reacted.

"It was yours, which means it's not yours now, and how old are you? He will give it to you!"

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

He said, "Your grandpa dared not speak to me like this."

"No, except Emperor Taizong, who dares to disrespect you?"

Tang Sanshiliu changed the subject and said, "But I want to congratulate you today."

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

"Congratulations to you, except Emperor Taizong, for finally meeting someone who dares to fight you again."

Tang Sanshiliu looked at him and said seriously: "If you don't want to give me this thing, I will scold you."

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

Tang Sanshiliu said: "You were invited by Shang Xingzhou, and I don't trust you."

Wang Zhice said: "The Pope trusts me."

Tang Sanshiliu said, "What's the matter with me?"

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

Tang Sanshiliu's answer is still so concise and clear.

The Wenshui sword was unsheathed, and tens of golden leaves grew on the lake.

Wang Zhice's expression changed slightly.

It’s not because Tang Sanshiliu made his sword.

But because Tang Sanshiliu returns to the sword.
Chapter completed!