Chapter 1880 (1/2)
The cold flash made the temperature of the whole hall drop a little, a little more shady.
”It doesn't seem good...”
The elder of rainbow three mole frowned tightly. It seems that the IQ after a long absence is somewhat online.
If a good sword comes out of its scabbard, it is not a gift to a hero, it must see blood!
She prefers the latter, but whose blood do you want to see?
Rainbow three mole realized that it seemed to be her.
Hoo!
Sure enough.
The armour breaking knife, which was still playing with the flower of the knife, suddenly turned the blade, just impartial, suspended to a distance of one foot in front of Hongchang's body, and stopped.
In this case, if you can't see the situation again, you'll be a fool!
She is not a fool. Otherwise, she can't be an elder in the pavilion. Those elders who raise their hands with elder Hong are not fools
I'm afraid this broken armour knife is used to make an example!
We should use their blood to set foot on the Linyu Pavilion master for Zichen and pave a flat road!
Ignoring the reaction of the crowd, the armor breaking knife moved with the mind.
Every time Ning Tianlin spits out a word, the tip of the knife is in front of an old man and shakes in the air.
”Zichen, these old guys don't agree. What should we do?”
Sixteen words, proclaiming the outcome of the sixteen people.
Ning Tianlin's indifferent tone seemed to be asking, but he was giving instructions.
What to do? It's all bright. Is there a second way to deal with it?
As a result, there is no doubt.
”Lord Huining, you should...”
Zichen, with her teeth clenched, was making a very difficult choice.
Whew!
Just when Zichen hesitated, the armour breaking knife crossed, and the position where the handle stayed was impressively in front of Zichen.
”It's more appropriate for you to do it.”
The bland voice was like Ning Tianlin ordering a trivial matter in ordinary life.
Hoo!
Zichen breathed out heavily. She was almost trembling all over. She was frightened by the sudden appearance of the blade.
She didn't have the slightest strength to lift the handle of the knife in front of her. This choice was too difficult for her.
The elders were kind to her in the past. Lord Ning was kind to her for regeneration, and laid a strong road for her. All kinds of choices collided violently in her mind
Pick up the broken armour knife, she is the first person in Linyu Pavilion, the absolute owner of rights and resources, but at the same time, she should bear the curse of harming the school.
She asked herself that she had not yet reached such an ungrateful level. If she did, she was afraid that the killing of the school would become a magic barrier in her cultivation path and her whole life.
If you don't do this, I'm afraid you will disobey Lord Ning's orders. From then on, you will only be a mediocre martial artist.
The extreme contradiction and painful struggle twisted Zichen's pale face
Ning Tianlin is silent. He is waiting for Zichen's choice. There is no free lunch in the world. If you want to have it, you must pay.
What's more, this kind of pay, not everyone will have this opportunity.
There was another dead silence, and Zichen became the focus of everyone's eyes.
”Escape!”
Sixteen people led by elder hongsanmole want to escape here quickly.
Whether they can escape or not, it's better than waiting for the slaughter here. This kind of suffering makes them frightened.
They believed that Zichen would kill them for the sake of the pavilion Lord.
”Can't move!”
The sixteen people shouted in their hearts, as if they were imprisoned by an invisible force. They could not move their body, but even speak out.
In addition to the panic and horror on his face, there is no substantive difference compared with wooden people.
Move, Zichen is going to do it!
”Wow!”
That pair of green jade hands tightly held on the handle of the broken armour knife, as if she had exhausted all her strength.
The handle of the knife was cool, but Zichen's heart was colder, like falling into an ice cellar.
”Dong!”
”Dong!”
Every step Zichen took forward was very heavy, and her leg was like an iron block tied with a weight of 10000 kilograms. The dull voice echoed in the hall for a long time.
One, two, three
Less than thirty steps away, Zichen walked out nearly sixty steps.
”Shua!”
The jade arm is bent, and the armour breaking knife rises horizontally, with the tip pointing obliquely to the void.
In the hall, the people who held their breath, and their beating hearts were about to jump to the throat with the tip of the knife.
The tip of the knife stagnated in the void, and their mood stagnated.
Armour breaking Sabre failed to fall for a long time.
Ning Tianlin is still not in a hurry. He is waiting
Many high-level officials wanted to stop, but no one dared to open their mouth for fear of being affected.
Kufei, the leader of Zhongdu City, closed his eyes slightly, looked at his nose and heart, waiting for the knife to fall.
Lin ruowen, the saint of Linyu Pavilion, was given a body shape by Ning Tianlin when she was about to step out.
”Plop!”
The almost collapsed Zichen knelt down rigidly. She couldn't get down with this knife!
”Lord Ning, Zichen... Can't do it...”
Zichen slowly lowered her head, swallowed a mouthful of saliva heavily, twisted to one side of xiumou, and burst into tears.
She tried her best, but she couldn't take that step.
In this tearful water, there are unwilling and regret. If they are unwilling to give up Lord Ning's great hope for her, they regret her cowardice and can't be really ruthless. They are bound by the kindness of the school and can't get off the raised knife in their hands.
”Do you think this is a children's play?”
”As soon as the armour breaking knife comes out, you can't take it until you see the blood!”
Ning Tianlin's empty voice sounded again in the hall, knocking on everyone's heartstrings.
Things can't be so good.
If the blood of the sixteen elders didn't splash on the spot, it should be replaced by her Zichen's blood!
The scene fell into a stalemate again. Obviously, there is no room for relaxation. Both sides must die.
”This...”
The purple Chen complexion is pale, slumped to sit on the ground, tightly looking at in the hand, still cold and shining armor breaking knife.
This knife is too dazzling in her eyes.
She was a little unreal. She thought it was an illusion. There was no tit for tat between you and me. It was just a dream.
In the slender jade hand, the handle that could be held easily seemed to weigh ten thousand kilograms.
This heavy, let her wake up, this is not a dream, is a reality to make a choice immediately.
”If only I hadn't been resurrected...”
Zichen thought softly in her heart that in that case, at least she didn't have to suffer.
Although there are bloody storms among sects from time to time, she can't get through the barrier in her heart by personally slaughtering half of the senior leaders of the school.
Although she is not a kind-hearted saint, and the blood in her hands is no longer a few, it is all the enemy's.
What's the difference between her and those ungrateful demons?