Chapter 896: Transformation of the Sword Dao

Back in the disciples' quarters, Mo Hua was still pondering how to use a sword array as a medium to merge formation techniques with swordplay.

He had already glimpsed the fundamental principles of merging formations with swords.

Now he needed to strike while the iron was hot, gather more types of sword arrays, study them deeply, evolve additional forms of sword qi, deepen his understanding of the Sword Dao, and strengthen both the form and power of his spiritual sense turning into swords.

"More sword arrays…"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then took out from his storage ring

Min Du looked at Liang Houzai, her eyes filled with deep hesitation, but finally nodded.

"If I hadn't come, were you planning to forfeit for me?" He waved off Xu Mu's offer of support, his face pale from excessive blood loss, solemn as his gaze swept across Xue Li and Mo Ziqi.

Although there was no evidence directly pointing to the old thief, in the Honghuang Star Region, no one else possessed such methods besides the old thief.

"Shouhou, fire one shot." I was growing restless from the silence, so I told Liu Shangang this.

"What brat is this? Go play somewhere else!" Zhu Jia burst out from behind Qin Meng and slapped Jing Ke aside with one hand.

Lin Yu staggered to his feet, looked up at the calendar on the wall, and realized it was already the next day; touching the bed and walls, feeling the coldness against his hands, it felt like a dream—he had died yesterday, yet here he was, resurrected today.

Hearing Fu Shaomei's words, combined with her expression, Sun Zhaohua couldn't help but smile—it made her seem like she was walking to the execution ground.

At that moment, an elderly prince suddenly cried out; he was very old, his skin dry and shriveled, hunched over, with all his teeth long gone, holding immense seniority within the imperial clan.

"Wang Xian, back then I heeded Qin Zi's advice: military families rarely remain safe beyond three generations. I feared prosperity would lead to decline, so I named my eldest grandson 'Xian,' hoping he would one day become a man of leisure, thus avoiding disaster!" Wang Jian said casually as he fully concentrated on drawing his cards.

The Golden Dragon's body was massive and had already been charging toward the puppet; it didn't expect the puppet to suddenly spit out a divine weapon—by the time it tried to dodge, it was too late, so it opened its mouth and spat out several Heavenly Fire Balls, hoping to burn the divine weapon.

Could we possibly have the chance to take a master and train, fulfilling our dream of becoming martial arts masters? When we heard Captain Kuang's words, both my gaze and Peng Zheng's filled with uncontainable joy and intense longing.

"Zhou Jie, what are you saying?" Yang Jun rushed up from behind and slapped Zhou Jie on the shoulder, his ring on the middle finger gleaming brightly.

Qiongqi heard Qing Chen's laughter, glanced at Qing Chen with a mournful look, then glanced again at the ginseng dolls and zhima dolls who were still tugging his beard; resigned, he closed his eyes and let the ginseng dolls and zhima dolls torment him.

Seeing me place the empty bottle on the ground, Jing Xuewei believed her chance had come; she lunged at me with a roar, a flash of cold light appearing in her hand as she gritted her teeth and aimed to unleash a barrage at me.

The man said: "You only tell me after you've already decided—so what do you want me to do?" Liu remained silent, head down.

The winter sun felt warm and pleasant on the skin; logically, under such sunlight one should feel drowsy—on ordinary days, this was when I'd hold a cigarette, lying somewhere carefree, like a celestial being.

As night fell and half the moon rose, Bieli Hutuo and Gao Can exchanged glances, sighed helplessly, and finally had Bieli Hutuo, whose face was thicker-skinned, step forward to play the villain.

At this moment, the Southwest University robot football competition was in full swing, and Xie Lang naturally had to go observe it.

His diligence, his effort—Mo Ran noticed that whenever cultivation was mentioned, Shao Yang shed his usual demeanor and became sharp, like a blade being honed, destined one day to reveal its full edge. Precisely because of this, Shao Yang earned Mo Ran's genuine instruction.