Chapter 1815: Pure Yang Sword Disciple, Will You Be Grateful to This Old Man?

"Seven Killings, the Seven Killings Rule..."

Jiang Ding whispered.

In this moment, he once again witnessed the terrifying nature of the inheritance of the Human Race's boundless starry sky hegemon; the Seven Killings Supreme One could rise in this era and establish a generation of heroes, truly one could not underestimate him.

But such a person,

should not be fought by a magical projection in the Upper Domain!

Boom~

At this time, the sky over the Blood Killing Bone Domain underwent a great change; ten thousand li of wind and clouds changed color, and a appeared in the sky.

On the other side, Dong Xue Xi had been skillfully drawing circles on the ground; when he had drawn the circles almost complete while dodging, the great fire burned down upon him.

Song Jiu was responsible for piloting the Cherokee, purely just along for the ride; the engine roared, but the tires spun in place, kicking up a sky full of dust like a dog paddling, not only failing to help, but actually obstructing Dai Wei's line of sight.

The sun hid, taking away the brilliance of the entire world. The Prince of Jin's mansion was exceptionally lively; nearly a hundred servants were all gathered in the courtyard, looking up at the night sky, or rather, looking at that bright moon.

The way Li Qiang spoke sounded like he was mocking these fellows for not distinguishing the situation, insisting on telling jokes at a memorial service.

Li Qiang, who looked up in response, did not pay much attention to J's explanation; the past was the past, and there was no need for him to help Old Fu cling to it.

He looks quite cute, but his belly is full of cunning thoughts; how could he be a hamster? He should be a fox.

"I know... but..." What level of destructive power would allow one to remain unscathed and composed against that degree of devastation?

After the explanation was clear, everyone was overjoyed. And Yun Xiao was now a person of the Divine Temple; in a few days, he would return to the Divine Temple with the High Priest.

"What senior, not senior, I'll shiver you to death and send you to see King Yama..." Having finished speaking, a blade struck directly, splitting the ground like a watermelon, cleaving it deeply in two from the middle.

"No way." Li Qiang heard this and couldn't stay calm, thinking: isn't this going to save someone? Why does it feel like raising Gu poison?

When Chen Xun previously met Peng Xingtian in Qingjiang, he saw that the Kaiyang Yu Clan had great ambitions for the regions surrounding Xize Sea, but the northwest of Xize Sea belongs to the Northern Domain, and the west of Xize Sea belongs to the Northwest Domain; even if the Yu Clan were descendants of the Thirty-Six Divine Generals, there was no reason for them to stretch their hands into the Northern Domain or the Northwest Domain.

Secondly, this time at Wu Peak, the execution of that core ghost cultivator, although using a one-time forbidden artifact, still established great prestige in that situation, indirectly influencing the decisions of some people.

The fleet scattered; facing them head-on had no chance of victory. Zhang Linjing scattered and engaged in attacks all the way, adding floating mines to constantly delay, but no matter how agile they were, the fleet's losses grew increasingly severe; the aliens attacked like madmen, all knowing the importance of time now.

One black, one white; the materials, internal structure, and weapon configuration were nowhere near what a general mecha could compare to; although lacking the expanded design of a Platinum-class war machine, the combat effectiveness was absolutely not inferior.

Not long after, the scout reported again: the Zhou Kingdom's hundred thousand troops had already arrived fifty li outside Suzhou City; the general's surname was Zhao, his name Zhao Hong, from a noble family, and he was extremely methodical in marching and fighting.

And Saltar and Langelos struggled to chase from behind, unable to catch up no matter how they chased; plus the unintentional hindrance from other team members created even more obstacles. Li Feng's movement technique was incomparably terrifying; even with a Canno Type-3, no one could catch up, let alone such a terrifying mobile suit.

With a soft sound, we appeared in an unfamiliar city; of course, "unfamiliar" was only for me and Bing Yu; this was the city Linde pointed out to us, named Quenster City, generally shortened by people to Kui City.

Zhou Zhi's reaction was naturally to weakly comply, while the three sisters continued to look at Li Feng with hostility; if their gazes could kill, Li Feng would have long ago sat through eighteen layers of hell.