Way Of Choices Chapter 331 - Old Swords And The Teenager (Part Three) (2/2)

The setting sun that was not at all like a sun at the edge of the plains finally had the opportunity to spill its warht onto the mausoleum

Monster corpses were strewn across every inch of the ground Occasionally, there would be a heavily injuredoff mournful and miserable cries in its death throes

Thetowards the er dared to continue forward and slowly bobbed up and down

This was a blood-red world

The blackinto a calm red sea

After that mausoleum in the center of the monster tide had been soaked in the rain, its color had becoht now, it looked just like a black boulder in the middle of a red sea

No matter hoift the wind and waves or how violent the rainstorhtest

Compared to this blood-red world and the blackscene could be found in the plains around the mausoleuhtly whistling

An old sword broke through the water, carrying with it the sound ofoff

An ancient sword split through a rock, grinding against the stone

Several dozen swords

Several hundred swords

Several thousand swords

Perhaps strenuously, perhaps hesitantly, perhaps joyously breaking through the swa in this world

Countless swords appeared in the sky around the mausoleum

These plains were covered with pools of water It seemed very much like a wetland, or even a swaht out the Sword Pool, yet none of thehtest clue on the Sword Pool

Because no one had ever thought that the Sword Pool… was actually this big

The Sword Pool was not a mountain pool, nor was it a cold pool

Those swords had always been in these plains

These boundless and incomparably vast plains themselves were the Sword Pool

No, how could this be a pool? This was obviously a sea

A Sword Sea

The plains were deathly silent

Chen Changsheng silently stood at the edge of the stone platforazed at this scene before hiuessed at the Sword Pool's true appearance, but now that he personally saw these myriad swords appear, he was still shocked to the extreme

Nanke stood on the divine path and viewed this scene, her face expressionless as she thought about soive any cries of alarround The zither-playing old man's face was exceptionally pale, the zither in front of hilance behind hiazes and glanced into each other's eyes and saw each other's apology and deter, and nobody moved

Even that monster tide in the plains had also slowly cal towards the ht of the sun, seeot close to the mausoleuan to reflect a glorious light,them seem like a sky full of stars

This scene was truly very beautiful

But those swords flew very slowly, not at all like just a few o when they had burst forth with pride and power

The innumerable swords fleards the etting into formation

The space between heaven and earth was filled with sword intent

The sword intents were once inco, but they were noeak When they interweaved with each other, it was soence, but they had emotions, each and every sort of complex emotion

To this ressive

To that youth standing on thean old friend, as though they were saying, he has called us to take us away from this place

That blade had been very heartless in their tie of time was even more heartless

Sorass for centuries and had long been daed to an irrevocable extent

In the instant they were about to leave the plains, these swords had already exploded with their greatest power

Yes, these swords were already old, covered in rust, and about to rot away

These swords were heavily injured soldiers, elderlysticks

They should have long left the battlefield and returned to their fields It was a pity that the fields here were no good, and this was not their hoe

For several hundred years, they had never thought about leaving these plains Ultimately, one of their companions succeeded and carried with it their desires

Yet this companion never returned

Until today, just as those swords were about to lose all hope, their old friend had finally returned

A youth had come back to these plains with their desires

These swords were old, but this youth was in his spring

Chen Changsheng's thirst for freedom, his adoration for life; it was so pure and resolute

It was like a clear wind that stirred them awake

They had heard his call, believed in his will, and thus heroically appeared once e could still kill the enemy

Their will subsuo further than those thousand li

They wanted to go home