Quiet down.
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Under the rapid onslaught of the flying swords, Yang Zhentian shifted his footing in a flurry, barely managing to dodge the five flying swords once again. This time, however, an extremely uneasy feeling began to well up in his heart, for the trajectories traced by these five flying swords felt strangely familiar to him.
Having said this, the exceptionally scrawny Blade Demon Commander directed a flattering smile toward Doro, eager to gauge whether Lord Doro was satisfied.
"That's good. Nothing must happen to you, or your mother wouldn't be able to go on living," his mother said, relaxing visibly.
Field pressed forward once again. His advanced spatial control combined with his advanced physical enhancement left Mo Yuqi struggling to cope. Even so, Mo Yuqi's advanced hypnotic consciousness severely restricted Field's strikes to a large extent; otherwise, she would likely have collapsed by now.
Wang Ping's words remained thoroughly calm, yet the stories recounted in that level tone were utterly harrowing. Escaping from satellite weapon attacks? Eliminating virus-infected individuals? Hijacking armored vehicles from gray-skinned monsters? Neutralizing golden eagle attack aircraft?
He discussed this matter with Uncle Chu. Uncle Chu said he was overcomplicating things; it was actually very simple—just treat the tourists as guests of the She ethnic group. Wouldn't that be much better?
"This Five-Elements Nirvana Finger is a supreme Buddhist martial art created by Master Wudao of Miaofa Temple, a rare sight indeed under normal circumstances."
Actually, Lu Yang's words were not particularly pleasant to hear, but Li Xun did not mind. For he knew that, as Li Douliliang's direct disciple, Lu Yang had many flaws perhaps, but solely in terms of character, there was nothing to pick at. He was merely speaking the truth.
The moment Fang Huyang saw Xia's expression, he knew he was completely done for this time. Because he had truly botched not just one or two things—he had messed everything up entirely.
Yet even by exhausting all of Yang Zhentian's spiritual power, he could only guide that immense force to surge toward a general direction.
A cyan sword qi slashed across the sky, arriving at the encampment of the Mount Shu Sword Sect. The people of Mount Shu were exceedingly familiar with this blade aura; it was the unique sword energy of the Qingsuo Sword.
He wanted to probe Li Qingshan's stance to see if he knew that they were already plotting against him.
In a mere fraction of time, Xiao Zhan was beaten to the point where he could not fight back. He was like meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.
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With yet another deal of the cards, the dealer announced the result in a trembling voice. His forehead covered in sweat, he quietly kicked the hidden alarm button with his foot.
"I'll give you one last chance to leave. If you aren't gone in ten seconds, I will kill you," Rachel said with a chilling voice.
Led by He Hao, the motorcade drove up to the port gates. Atop the high walls of the gatehouse at this moment stood not only Ju Zi leading the Dahlia unit, but also several others, causing the garrison to surge significantly. There were about eighty people—it didn't take a genius to guess that Crippled Lu and other high-ranking figures had returned.
"What should we do? Force a breakthrough?" Lao Jiu asked, pulling out an assault rifle from the rucksack on his back and racking the bolt.
Perhaps for them, being freed from human control and escaping a curse and resentment that had lingered for thousands of years was their ultimate liberation.
Yet the scorching bullets ricocheted frantically inside the room over and over again, yet not a single shriek from a zombie was ever heard.
Beiming Lei shook his head, temporarily setting aside his worries as he walked into the inner courtyard to check on Sun Wukong's condition after surviving the heavenly tribulation.
Dongfang stood right there, wondering what kind of action to strike. It was too difficult; he was afraid of frightening them and raising suspicions.
At Lu Kaige's command, hundreds of disciples from the Water Mirror Manor, along with several leaders, swarmed forward, preparing to slay Liang Xiao.
Look at their connections—if they wanted pills refined, it was just a matter of a word. Unlike them, who still had to wait and see Chu Xiu's mood.
"Where are our players?" Fang Qiang asked indifferently. He was not pinning his hopes on special circumstances like opponent injuries.
"Scram!" Tu Ba was in no mood to tremble; his entire body felt profoundly uncomfortable, as if he were being steamed like a rabbit.
Though his eyes could not see, his sense of touch made it clear to Qin Zhen exactly which part of his body his hands were resting upon.
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To outsiders, Gu Xin was trembling all over, her face pale as a sheet, turning her head continuously as if she were suffering from cervical spondylosis.
Li Mingda pushed Su Rong aside directly, entered Li Chenqian's room, and slammed the door shut behind her, ignoring Su Rong's cries outside altogether.
"Go ahead, hubby. I'll wait for you to finish eating," Yun Ya said, turning her head to plant a kiss on Chu Xiu's cheek before turning back to stare at the steak sizzling in the pan.
The bus carrying the Hong Kong players arrived at the stadium entrance. Hundreds of Chinese fans waved national flags, screaming the names of their favorite players and lining the entrance to welcome them. Fang Qiang and the Hong Kong players instantly felt a surge of warmth, smiling as they rolled down their windows to wave and thank the fans.
When the others heard Ji say this, clear dissatisfaction arose. The affectionate enthusiasm toward the 'Liberation Army' instantly transformed into revulsion and hostility toward 'warlords.'
Sometimes Ye Xiang could not understand whether cultivators were truly meant to be devoid of worldly desires. Was she, a mere mortal, stuck at the peak of the Golden Core realm for so long simply because she could not see through the illusions of the mortal world?
Ever since the founding of the nation, Jade Spring Mountain had remained an important residence for the party and state leaders. Back in the day, several veteran marshals and retired national leaders had lived here for extended periods. Other veteran revolutionaries, upon stepping down from office, also favored recuperating here in peace.
If they crossed the river at this moment, the enemy could bombard their boats with catapults. Forget ten thousand men; even a hundred thousand would have to bury their bones right here.
His stern reprimand made Liu Yu shiver. In the past, whenever she cried, her husband would always relent. Why was he treating her this way now? It must be that Su Niang had resorted to some trickery to make Master Lin protect her so fiercely! She raised her head fiercely, glaring with venom at Su Yun.
Liang Luo ignored him and walked straight up to Wuxun, thrusting his charcoal-black face so close that Wuxun involuntarily averted his gaze.
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