Two Hundred and Eighty. Three Sentences of Yan Zhaoge

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Shi Songtao walked to the group of captured Guangcheng warriors and stood still, looking up at Shi Tie.

A deep and hoarse voice sounded: "Now, there are seven people on my left and fifteen people on my right."

Shi Songtao looked up at Shi Tie: "If I say I want to kill one of them now, which one do you think I should choose better?"

Shi Tie's eyes shot out a compelling cold light, and the palm that was pressing on the golden tower moved slightly, but did not move away.

He stretched out his other free hand towards Shi Songtao, but Sima Chui charged forward with his spear, blocking Shi Tie.

Shi Songtao said indifferently: "With your cultivation base, if you don't care about the core hub of the formation, even if there is a 'Jiao King' blocking it, we can all be shocked to death in the air."

"But you can't ignore the big formation that guides the Nine Nethers to descend, right?"

Shi Songtao turned his head to look at those Guangcheng warriors: "Your experiences now are just like mine back then."

"Compared to the consequences brought by the coming of the Netherworld, 20,000, 200,000, 2 million or even more people may die, so the lives of more than 20 of you seem insignificant in Shi Tie's mind. "

Some of those Guangcheng warriors had complex expressions, while others glared at Shi Songtao stubbornly.

Shi Songtao looked at Shi Tie: "In that case, I also know your answer to the question just now."

He looked around: "Seven and fifteen, you definitely want to keep fifteen."

Shi Songtao chuckled lightly: "It's over there with a lot of people, right?"

The seven Guangcheng warriors on the left side of his body suddenly showed despair on their faces.

However, Shi Songtao did not act in a hurry, instead he turned his head and looked to the right: "However. The remaining fifteen people, if divided into five on each side, ten on each side. Which side do you choose to keep?"

Shi Tie's eyes became serious.

Shi Songtao said lightly: "Or the side with more people? Then keep ten and give up five?"

"It suits your style,

But..." Shi Songtao spread his hands to both sides, and said coldly: "In that case, ten people will survive and twelve people will die. Which side is more and which side is less? "

Shi Tie looked at Shi Songtao and remained silent for a long time.

Shi Songtao's gaze was also fixed on the tall figure in mid-air.

"Senior Brother Shi. Excuse me." Yan Zhaoge suddenly said, "I don't have much to say. Just three sentences."

"The first sentence, many times, many things are not a simple choice of quantity. With the character of the uncle. If he really has a choice, I think he will not choose to sacrifice the majority, nor will he choose to sacrifice the few, but Choose to sacrifice yourself."

Yan Zhaoge looked at Shi Songtao: "As the old saying goes, there is no better way to know a son than to be a father, and there is some truth in the other way around. I think your understanding of Master Uncle should be deeper than mine."

Shi Songtao's gaze shifted from Shi Tie to Yan Zhaoge, indifferently.

Yan Zhaoge looked at him calmly: "The second sentence, I actually want to ask one thing."

"Sister-in-law Yuzhen and Jun'er, are they dead, or are they the same as you now?"

Shi Songtao's wife, surnamed Ying and named Yuzhen, was born as a lone warrior. After meeting Shi Songtao, the two became very affectionate and became husband and wife, harmoniously.

After that, the son they gave birth to was named Shi Jun, which was also the name given by the old master Yuan Zhengfeng with help.

The years after Shi Jun's birth were the happiest days for Shi Tie and Shi Songtao's family.

But unfortunately, the good times didn't last long, and then came the catastrophe.

The three members of Shi Songtao's family suffered all kinds of disasters, and they all disappeared without a trace.

Now, Shi Songtao has finally reappeared, but Ying Yuzhen and Shi Jun are still missing.

Yan Zhaoge, Shi Tie, and Xu Fei looked at Shi Songtao like a wounded lone wolf, and felt their hearts sink.

Compared to Shi Tie and Xu Fei, this question was still asked by Yan Zhaoge.

Hearing this question, Shi Songtao's breath suddenly stopped, his eyes showed anger and pain, stronger than before.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Shi Songtao, and said slowly: "The third sentence..."

Speaking of this, Yan Zhaoge suddenly moved!

The cloak made of crane feathers on his shoulders suddenly flipped over and turned into two huge wings. During the vibration, his figure rushed towards Shi Songtao and the others like lightning!

In Yan Zhaoge's right eye, blue-purple thunder flashed, and the next moment, a perfectly round purple orb appeared on top of his head.

The desolate and ancient atmosphere permeated, the orb flashed with thunder, and jumped violently!

As if a person's eyes blinked slightly.

Boom boom boom!

There was a violent thunder, and the ball of light turned into a thunderbolt, tearing apart the space in an instant!

The thunder-fast person couldn't react at all, and directly slashed in front of the white-haired old man who was in the realm of a great master in the late stage of Yunling.

Like a thunderbolt from the sky, destroying filth and evil!

As soon as Yan Zhaoge moved, the white-haired old man woke up.

The acupoints all over his body throbbed for a while, the whole body was filled with stellar qi, and the moment his body flashed, he was about to dodge.

But Thunder is too fast!

It was almost too late for his mind, his body, to react, to react and judge, not even to react instinctively!

After Yan Zhaoge was promoted to Grand Master, he activated the fragments of the Thunder Emperor's Eye and burned the Momentary Thunder with all his strength, and his power soared even more!

Boom boom boom!

The thunder exploded on top of the white-haired old man's head, shattering his protective energy and the armor on his body.

In the end, he was tempered into steel, and his body, which was harder than many gold and iron, was blown into a cloud of blood mist!

Spike!

Kill in seconds!

The Grand Master's third level, Yun Ling's late stage state, was directly killed by a flash of lightning on the spot!

From Yan Zhaoge's attack to the white-haired old man being blown to nothing but the blink of an eye!

And Yan Zhaoge spread out the crane wings, and instantly came in front of everyone.

A green sword light flashed like a green dragon passing through the sky.

Among the five great master warriors on Jueyuan's side, after the white-haired old man, there was another one, a great master in the early stage of Yunling, who was nailed to the ground by Yan Zhaoge's sword!

Xu Fei and Ah Hu, who had been greeted in advance by Yan Zhaoge's gang qi sound transmission, also rushed out quickly, one by one, to deal with the other two Jueyuan great masters.

At the same time, Yan Zhaoge came to Shi Songtao's side.

Shi Songtao's hand was shining with a glimmer of light, and he aimed his sword at Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge staggered his hands, turned his body, stepped on his feet continuously, and quickly circled behind Shi Songtao as if the stars were moving.

The left hand slashed out, and there was a thunderous sound, like a giant blade that split the sky, it slashed on Shi Songtao's right arm holding the sword!

With a muffled click, Shi Songtao's left arm suddenly went limp, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"Offended." At the same time, Yan Zhaoge kicked Shi Songtao's leg.

It was like swinging a big axe, cutting down a big tree, directly kicking Shi Songtao's body down, and kneeling on one knee!

Yan Zhaoge stretched out his right hand, five fingers formed into claws, and clasped Shi Songtao's neck from behind, suppressing him so that he couldn't move.

"The third sentence..." Yan Zhaoge breathed out, "You can't kill any of the twenty-two fellow disciples here, Senior Brother Shi."

As soon as this sentence was finished, the white-haired old man was smashed into pieces by lightning, turning into a rain of blood, and the splattered flesh and blood fell to the ground! (To be continued.)

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