Chapter 185: Explosive Kill, Gu Ruilong's Defense Broken!

Not to mention Cai You and Zhao Xiaowan.

Seeing Li Changan seemingly controlled by the opponent, the two had already begun to feel cold sweat breaking out all over their bodies.

After all, among the three people present, the only one who could fight was Li Changan.

If something went wrong with Li Changan.

Then next they really could just surrender directly.

Because the incident happened too suddenly, out of sheer desperation, Zhao Xiaowan could only fiercely hurl the long spear in her hand, the spear sharp as a red

29, Daburazan, Prince of Tubo, twenty-two years old, holding Qiran, presented to him by Ma Buyao when competing with the world's heroes at the grand assembly.

This was very useful—at the very least, several sacred beings whose faces were unsightly and dark as ink gritted their teeth, their gazes fierce, yet they ultimately suppressed the urge to strike.

Contacting Chen Zhang via the communicator to determine their location, Yu Qing then drove over.

When this light dissipated, everything between heaven and earth came back into view, yet it caused the eyes of all the sacred beings of the Yuanchu Alliance to turn blood red.

Hua Nongying paused slightly; it was clearly her who was in a bad mood, so what was Jiuer feeling depressed about? Shouldn't he be happy instead?

Kill. Li Qi had no choice but to obey at this time, and Li Shou immediately dispatched troops to execute Li Yue, Tian Bao, Xu Fu, and others.

As the end of the year approached, every household was brimming with a festive atmosphere, yet inside the Old Home Inn, there was a dead silence.

The ink arrows continuously struck the ice wall, making bursts of sound, yet they could never breach the defense of the ice crystals.

Seeing that the sniper sat at a table and ordered a drink, Yu Qing felt it was pointless to just sit there idling like a paparazzi, so he also reached out and ordered a drink.

"Don't come, thanks. I have Brother Wei helping me." Andy did not intend to tell Wang Baichuan about the Fan family's affairs; speaking of such things would only force Wang Baichuan to take a stand.

He was trying, bit by bit, to utilize the natural spiritual energy within the Yin-Yang Jasper. Others stored their internal energy in their Dantian, ready to use at any time. After all, the Yin-Yang Jasper was an external object; if he wanted to use this natural spiritual energy as if it were his own internal energy, he had to merge with the Yin-Yang Jasper.

The surroundings were all gray, filled with dust and wood that had fallen from the roof; the roof had long been in ruins, so it was no wonder no one lived here, as it could not keep out the rain at all.

"Step aside, We are going to the inner palace!" the Emperor of Wan roared in anger, shoving away the guard commander standing foremost to block him, and walked straight down the earthen platform.

"Young Master Cheng need not be polite." The general waved his hand, and his men swarmed forward in a flash, completely surrounding Cheng Wu's troop.

She leaned quietly by his side, feeling the chill around him, and the irrepressible rage and grief that occasionally surged in the depths of his eyes.

After Lin Rongsen finished speaking, he stood up and had the nurse prepare another lunch; when the lunch arrived, the special care nurse brought it before me, but looking at the food, I actually had no appetite.

How could ordinary people like them know about such things? Hearing it now with their own ears, each and every one revealed a look of astonishment.

No one would have thought that Qiu Yingying would actually drink nearly the entire glass of red wine without the slightest hesitation. Fan Shengmei was dumbfounded with shock; when did this pair of rivals secretly come to an understanding? But on second thought, Qu Xiaoxiao's advice to Qiu Yingying was entirely accurate in every word. Presumably, the latest advice from not long ago had also hit the nail on the head.

Having finished these tasks, Mo Zhanhuang did not leave immediately, but stood quietly and loftily before his mother's spirit tablet.

Out of curiosity, she had specially asked about the origin of this scar, although Madam Mi had not answered at the time. Yet seeing her today, not only had the scar on her wrist vanished, but even her hands were much whiter and more tender than before.

In truth, it was not that she had overlooked it, but rather that she only understood upon hearing what the subordinate official said through the transmission talisman regarding the actions of the demon army he had witnessed.

Yan Sinian's warm breath brushed against the face of Mo Ning who lay in his arms, his fingers pressing against her waist twitching twice, quietly slipping beneath the hem of her clothes.