Chapter 405: The Covenant Is Signed, A Stele Is Erected To Record It

Whether it was the old monk Zhixu or Luo Shangxian of Haorishan standing nearby, their gazes at this moment—how to put it—they hadn't understood it, but were deeply shaken.

Tianhe Sect's Yan Sect Master looked like he was in a bad way at this moment; his expression was actually somewhat bewildered, and somewhat twisted.

But no matter what, the serious injuries on his body were not fake.

Even the source of these injuries was easy to guess: the formation disk probably contained some hidden trick of Yan Sect Master's, which was discovered by Zheng Fa, but was then used to counterattack.

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At this moment, the mysterious person fighting Xiao Lingxiao was startled by the "Fourth Imperial Prince's" sudden strange state. He froze for a moment, but saw the "Fourth Imperial Prince" still lying on the ground unmoving. This person glanced up toward his master's direction, saw a hand signal from his master, and was immediately overjoyed, a boundless killing aura rising around his body.

"Doting." Cheng Xia looked at Wang Qian and raised an eyebrow. "You think you can run. Not afraid I'll take revenge?" She laughed mockingly. She now already understood Ling Feng's intention. This man still had some conscience after all.

Here, Zhuo Ran and Su Mohan were bickering, while on the other side the rest of the people had no intention of retreating; they simply found a spot, sat cross-legged, and quietly waited for night to fall.

Yang Long kept circling around Wang Qiang, the long sword in his hand like a venomous snake, poised to strike. Since the match began, he had already thrust three times, and three more wounds had been added to Wang Qiang's body.

"Hahaha, although this old man admits I'm no match for you, if you want to kill me, it won't do to just wag your tongue." The black-robed old man said, an expression of being backed by something on his face.

The crowd fell silent for a moment; Xuanyuan Wushang was racking his brains trying to think which of his generals could take on this heavy responsibility.

To put it bluntly, there is no difference between an ordinary person and a member of a dark force. What makes them different is that nameless energy of the dark force.

Following the butler to the living room, I saw Wei Zihan and his uncle and aunt were all there. I went over to pay my respects. I had come several times and never seen Wei Zihan's aunt; why had she come out this time? Surely not for me, the new son-in-law.

Wang Qiang had not taken this thing. Although he didn't mean to strike Qin the Madman, Wang Qiang had to admit that defeating Qin the Madman just now hadn't taken much of his strength.

The world was swaying in his eyes, cruel in his heart. He had finally waited for dawn, but the sun he had hoped for did not appear. Did this mean he too would fail?

I gave a cold laugh, caught my breath slightly, then immediately launched into the Cloud-Leaping Lightness Art, and with one move "Cold Light Shots in All Directions" urgently stabbed at the few black-robed men in the encirclement.

Song Duanwu heard this and his brow furrowed even more tightly, because from Mo Qingyan's words alone he could hear the blood and storms of struggle in that era.

The tall grass swayed gently, and then a black shadow, using the wild grass as cover, fled toward the distance.

They nodded half-understandingly, knowing Xiao Yan had some secret, and since he didn't want to say it, they let it be.

If he dared, Song Duanwu would naturally set his mind at ease; if he didn't dare, then Song Duanwu, who still had time, could naturally arrange for another candidate.

Moreover, she felt that this man's kiss was so gentle, so affectionate, and most importantly, he had a kind of magic that could make one sink into his tenderness, unable to extricate oneself, and not wanting to extricate oneself either.

"The injury is healed?" Jun He steadied himself, gathered his spirits, and as if nothing had happened, stepped forward to meet them. Xue Hai, still grinning cheekily, clung to her brother's robe, and for a moment also forgot Xie Junhe's earlier shove.

To put it bluntly, this is complete nonsense! You say a good person you don't like isn't suitable for you, yet you insist on falling for a bad sort, and when that bad sort abandons or hurts you, you claim no man is any good?

Xia Haitong sat on the ground, like a broken porcelain doll. She looked at him; her once lively eyes now held only emptiness and strangeness.