Way Of Choices Chapter 652 – White Moonlight (1/2)
Chapter 652 – White Moonlight
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
In Xunyang City and the Myriad Willows Garden, Zhu Luo had suffered two successive blows and was no longer at his peak, but when he unsheathed his sword, he was still an expert of the Divine Doht, the torrents of rain had poured down for a very long ti down froathered in the shallow canals of white, graduallythe waters in them
Suddenly, the turbid waters of the canal became a pure white akin to snow
Not because they had been cleaned, but because of the reflected light
A extreht and clear splendor appeared at the base of the Mausoleum of Books
This splendor came from the sword in Zhu Luo's hand
Next, a sphere of pure white light appeared amidst the scattered clouds and stars Everyone knew that it was fake, but it seemed so real when they looked up at it
Zhu Luo's sword slashed towards the Mausoleuht followed
A streak of ht sky
The waters in the canal shone with inco
The Divine Path paved hite jade also shone a pure snohite
A streak of sword intent and two streaks ofstrike and the follow-up attack, came like a tide
This was that htened to several centuries ago when he saw the moon of the demons on the snowy plains to the north
He had relied on precisely this sword technique to behead the then-second-ranked De froht was his final night and this strike was presumably his final strike, so this was naturally his most powerful strike
The entirety of the Mausoleuht For this transcendent expert of Tianliang County to push his sword intent to such a level while so heavily injured was truly awe-inspiring
Yet…such a powerful and masterly strike was not even able to enter the Divine Path, much less reach the summit of the Mausoleuht rose up to follow his sword intent, another streaht exploded froht was brighter, purer, harsher than Zhu Luo's low like a snowstorm enveloped the world at the base of the Divine Path in an extremely brief amount of time
These two extremely powerful sword intents clashed
The water in the canals boiled, spraying countless crystalline drops of water into the night sky that were promptly cut in two
The firm plain of black stone was scored with countless extreht sword slashes, at least several feet deep
The world was filled with the shrill and abnor
Were the two streaks of ht able to drive away the snowstorm, or would the snowstorrating sound of ale of wind and snow, the ht sky was scattered and sht in front of the Divine Path annihilated along with it!
Zhu Luo's figure suddenly dissipated
In the next moment, he had returned in front of his wheelchair
His face was extreray hair danced in the night wind Occasionally, a few stalks would snap off
He had carried a resolve to die as he slashed at the Mausoleum of Books He had been incomparably determined, so he would naturally not choose to retreat
He had been forced back by the snowstorm of sword intent
The Tianhai Divine Empress had still not struck, so whose sword intent was so powerful?
Zhu Luo's body began to faintly treround
Guan Xingke glanced at him
Zhu Luo slowly shook his head He slowly placed his broken sword back in its sheath and then slowly raised his head to look forward
He could have performed these actions muchwith great gravity and slowness because he knew that this was the final time he would be able to sheath his sword
The sword intent akin to a snowstorue picture of the base of the Divine Path and the pavilion there
In the pavilion sat a hed, ”I did not expect that you were already so powerful”
With a soft rip, the front lapel of his goas cut open, revealing a clear and deep wound out of which blood gradually seeped
”Two years ago, Xun Mei ht, I decided to break through From that moment on, I was already this powerful”
A ancient voice eed from the pavilion
This voice had come fro the dust and rust upon the arradually rose, and then ca ofup in a pluure was faintly visible
He had sat under this pavilion for six hundred years Tonight, he finally stood up
He was the guardian of the Mausoleum of Books