Chapter 1951: The Path of the Human Sword Cultivator

Tianhuo Star Region.

This star region bordering the Zhu Que Star Region has unknowingly been purged by numerous sword cultivators.

For tens of thousands of years, these sword cultivators have constantly waged war and slaughtered; many Sword Disciples often set out alone, choosing a direction, a Great Thousand World, and ruthlessly killing toward the strongest in that Great Thousand World. If they win, they succeed; if they lose, they flee. If they cannot escape, they die.

Many sword cultivators died; many sword cultivators survived.

Some surviving sword cultivators' paths

Then those Dragon Soul team members seemed to start holding guns and machine-gunning those bushes, probing whether anyone was hiding in those bushes to shoot.

If the incident in the village was an accident, then this old woman had already been sent to the hospital; under the watchful eyes of the Physician and nurses, such a thing could still happen. If one didn't say it was ghosts and spirits seeking revenge, no one would believe it anymore.

He suddenly felt those rumors were all false; a person possessing those eyes would absolutely never commit suicide.

A wave of despair filled his heart; in the moment before fainting, only that lonely, cold figure remained in his mind, the person she had not yet found.

Ding Chun Jian observed; having served before the throne for so long, he had to admit, hitting the bullseye dead center was exactly what the Emperor appreciated. Better to have that arrogance, which might make mistakes, than someone who never sticks their head out.

"The Demon God Sword cannot be drawn." Yue Meng's smile had vanished, replaced by an icy chill.

"Where, where! It's merely a mere 128 water balls." The fish-shaped Long Aotian spoke humble words, but the proud expression on his face betrayed his secretly smug soul.

"Forget what I just said; this tomb has been controlled." Once the Skinny Bamboo Pole said this, I suddenly realized. If this tomb chamber has been controlled by someone, then it means he can also control the explosives underground. When to detonate depends entirely on his mood.

Now there is one more, namely Lin Hao. Actually, she slowly sat in the seat beside him, pulling on that golden-plated plaque, her heart in a mess.

Yang Chun Jian lifted his weapon; the thousands of soldiers behind him also lifted their weapons in shared hatred and righteous indignation. They were about to begin battle. Their eyes held the madness before death. Battle meant certain death, but even if they died, they would drag someone down with them as a scapegoat.

Having served through three dynasties and respectfully attended two rulers, within the Xia family's court, Chun Jian Changshi could be said to have weathered many storms.

In the end, he stubbornly proposed a method no one had ever considered, not even those military academy students.

Yang Xian led people inside; the imperial throne representing supreme power was already covered in dust. Yet even so, Yang Xian still knelt before that imperial throne with great respect.

Wen Li understood the grand strategy very clearly and displayed excellent strategic vision and judgment capabilities unmatched by her peers.

Therefore, regarding the previous training, they worked especially hard; the border troops transferred from the frontier were the same. Seeing the Imperial Guard soldiers so elite, they were unwilling to show weakness, getting up early every morning to train and practicing again at night.

The audience was extremely amazed; even someone of Jin's status had not seen Ababa before this, let alone them.

"Hmph! Stinky guy! You only know these things; you didn't even ask how many hours I spent boiling soup for you! Hmph! This time I definitely won't agree to you!" Zhang Juan muttered two lines in her heart, turned around, and prepared to leave.

"H-how many?!" Xie Chuan and Qiu Lu screamed in disbelief again, as if they couldn't believe their own ears.

The ferocity of the Platinum-class Cricket Frog was staggering; forty Golden Peak physique individuals were slaughtered to nothing.

Only at this moment did he realize the opponent's thinking was meticulous; every plan had not a single flaw. One move of "Inviting the Guest into the Urn" completely calculated him in, truly showing extreme cunning and deep plotting.

Although there was a strange situation similar to a time paradox within this, Su Li simply didn't care—the simulator's main point was authenticity.

Among them, the corpse from Fen Xiao earlier had also completely stiffened, and in the next moment completely withered, leaving only a wrinkled human skin and twisted blood patterns like bats on the skin.

The yellow-shirted man was so angry he couldn't speak for a long time; he didn't even say he would treat people to KFC anymore. His face was as gloomy as if it were about to rain, showing not a shred of a man's grace, and he pounded the table twice in a row.

After this matter was settled, Shen Jin'an turned and went into the room to pack luggage for Gu Yanqing, putting in two sets of changeable clothes, and taking a lot of dried rations and simple pills from the system space.

With the experience from Brother Jia's match earlier as a foundation, everyone quickly entered the state of flow.

When he walked to the entrance of this tent, he suddenly thought of something. Huang Lai'er stopped her steps; perhaps thinking of the miserable experience of being driven into the mountains back then, she paused for a moment and spoke to modify the order slightly.

The shadow transformed from Amosta directly transmitted the voice into Hermione's mind; immediately after, he led Hermione suddenly rushing into the pipeline.

As the perspective introduced the various facilities within this floor of the office building, Luo Bai's flat, unremarkable voice reading the narration also lingered around the ears.

Nan Xiyue's whole body shuddered; the moment her grandfather was mentioned, all the soft shells of her pretended strength were ruthlessly torn apart.

I made two "tsk tsk" sounds. "Old man, are you trying to take advantage of me? How old are you, how old am I? You don't have many years left to live; dying wouldn't be much of a regret, but I'm different. I still have plenty of youth and prime years, especially beautiful girls I haven't possessed yet." I fixed my gaze on Nan Cheng again.

"Won't it be long?" The old lady was anxious to go catch medicine and couldn't sit still. But she had previously promised Lei Shiji, so it was awkward to go back on her word now.

Sleepiness overcame me, and I fell into a deep sleep. Above, there was the sound of a car stopping. I was covered over the mouth, afraid that the heat would suddenly wake me up.

Because these tea guests were all accustomed to this one teahouse, coming and going for many years, they basically knew most of the like-minded people appearing in this teahouse.

After seeing off the Imperial Concubines, the Fourth Master still had to go to the Cining Palace to see the Empress Dowager. The Empress Dowager had not come just now because she was an elder.

The milk tea girl, having already ruined Wu Qiang's child before, then went to Hong Kong to rest for the pregnancy.

Fu Luo Shi heard this; the boiling blood of her youth made her completely understand, and she nodded, speaking with a soft sigh.

Or rather, we sisters are all tied to you; you, Da Qiangzi, cannot fall.

Just then, a place of darkness turned into a place as beautiful as a painting. Ruoxi suddenly lost that pain, but she discovered the 'Star of Purple Dragon' worn on her hand was emitting dazzling light.

Yi Senior Qian's appearance and abilities were both outstanding, and with her family background placed here, although she was not yet very old, many people had already shown intentions to form a marriage alliance with the Yi family.

But today, she again took the initiative to arrange the assassination of Ding Zhen; naturally, someone would come to stop his rash action.