Way Of Choices Chapter 652 – White Moonlight (1/2)

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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