Chapter 453: Life star material! Burial Sword Blood Gold!

"Bang!"

The first sword wall shattered directly.

Following that was the second, the third, the fourth...

Five or six sword walls in a row were like paper; they were shattered upon a single touch.

Just when Feng Geng thought these twelve sword walls would all shatter one after another, it was only when they reached about seven or eight sword walls that the exploding sword Qi seemed to encounter something, and the impact force actually slowed down significantly.

Yue Chu wanted to sit up. Seeing this, Jiang Sheng was about to get up to help her, but just as he got up, Yue Chu had already sat up, leaning there and letting out a long sigh of relief.

Amidst the snow-white, beside the vermilion pillar, he was in black robes, his face cold, his eyes deep; he already had the coldness and unapproachability of a deep-palace emperor.

Lu Shiyu looked at her on the screen, his dark eyes gentle and affectionate, his heart having long since melted into a puddle of water.

Regarding Finn's statement, Riveria only nodded gently after thinking for a moment.

While still in the air, the sword Qi attached to the King Yue Sword erupted; that was not the spiritual power within Chen Qi's body, but the spiritual power within the King Yue Sword itself.

Wen Shang took the initiative to find her? This was truly surprising and exciting; could it be that Wen Shang was tired of Yue Chu?

However, they didn't escape for long before the bald chubby man, after devouring some people, seemed to summon them, making some people return.

Xu Jiao's face turned white with anger. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the person who ordered the spicy hot pot walk away directly.

From the time Chen Qi joined the Special Intelligence Bureau until now, Chen Qi had already proven his strength many times, each time more shocking than the last.

"You are a big man, it won't do to have such a small appetite; don't you understand what it means to have no masculinity?" Yun Chi stuffed another meat strip into his hand.

He did not regret making the ten-year agreement with Xuanyuan Huihuang, but he did not know how he should cultivate to reach a level comparable to him within these ten years.

Some men picked up sickles and hoes one after another, guarding the village, preparing to fight the mountain bandits to the death.

Actually, the Flood Dragon was indeed like this before; these were all things parsed from the dragon blood, and this was actually the dragon's way of fighting.

It was precisely because of this reason that Jiang Ruyun was unwilling to believe that Murong Yingxue was practicing such martial arts.

Zhong Jin sometimes thought that if he hadn't been so headstrong at that time, always thinking about making Wan'er his wife, then the Wan'er of today would be living a different kind of life.

The Ghost was born in Tibet and grew up in the glaciers and mountains. Coming to Xiamen for the first time, he praised it endlessly and liked it deeply. Unfortunately, he had important matters to attend to and could not let him feel the atmosphere here in detail.

The screams lasted for one or two breaths before disappearing, and the beam of light also disappeared at this moment, revealing Cui Yuan within.

Regarding Tao Ruo, Yun Yu was naturally very doting, treating her like his own sister. Yun Yu naturally knew about her constitution; after all, their hearts were connected.

After the blood mist completely dissipated, it was clear that the face of this figure was Xia Mingfeng. The purple-red light was emitted from his body, and his eyes were silver-gray. Scanning his own enormous body, he couldn't help but be happy, and then he rushed toward the two elders of the Blood Demon Sect.

The reason why his own life-bound treasure could not be summoned was, of course, only this weird green fragrant light ball.

Some reporters who were lying in ambush in other wards and the fire escapes upstairs and downstairs, hearing that the scene here was already out of control and finding that the police were also unable to control it, all rushed over fearlessly.

In her dream, she saw that man again, still unable to see his face clearly. He was saying something to Zhao Xiaozhi, who was half-lying on the sofa, word by word, very slowly.

So at this moment, the people of the Wood Spirit tribe were all holding their breath tightly, waiting for the result with extremely nervous hearts. ### CHAPTER 454