Chapter 590: A Friend

Big treasure sword, grab grab.

Jiang Nian had already given up hope, but at this moment his desire to possess flared up again.

After all, who could refuse a sword?

Xu Qianqian was lying on the sofa playing with her phone. She glanced at Jiang Nian wriggling next door, utterly speechless.

"Got heat rash?"

"You're the one with heat rash!" Jiang Nian kept a straight face, but soon grinned again, "One sword, frost-cold fourteen provinces!"

Song Xiyun had just come out of her room when

Outside the restroom, the hunched figure was speaking in a low voice with his own boss, and Xiao Yang finally understood what had just happened.

Outside the imperial palace, Hai Shengxuan wore a blue-and-gold true-dragon long robe, beneath him sat the mystic beast Sea Dragon Horse, behind him stood the many powerhouses of his sect, and after them stretched an immense, mighty army.

The mountain path was steep, cliffs rose on both sides. The three walked in terror for half a day, and several times Lu Manman nearly lost her footing and tumbled off the cliff.

Mainly it was the feeling that person gave off—stern and unsmiling, cold and indifferent. Gu Xiyue would never have imagined he had casually made up such a reason on the spot.

First, because Tang Jinxiu's attitude had actually become so gentle; second, because she had actually apologized to him.

Reporters who understood French ran over on their own to ask questions, but Sophie simply did not answer, and everyone was full of disappointment.

Beyond the heavens, a figure sitting cross-legged—one who had been suppressing the terrifying creatures beyond the void at the cost of his own self—suddenly opened his eyes, and the surrounding pitch-black darkness slowly receded.

In this state, Qiu Bai Yun looked as if his soul had been lost, his spirit flown off to who knows which of the many heavens.

In an instant, nine crescent blades activated, and silver wheels of light struck the energy-wrapped two-finger-long blade.

Instantly, Liu Hekun had a bad premonition. Old Mi didn't even bother to look at me—so does that mean he came to Beihai not for me, but… for Miao Ruolan?

If a few more companies now came to tell him to stay in Hua Nation, then Lu Yu was truly afraid he would not have a single chance left.

Moreover, for this white bird to protect its egg meant it could not leave. With such a huge body, wasn't it just a living target? As long as one could slay this white bird, what couldn't be done?

After a long while, the smoke gradually dispersed and everything returned to calm. Blue Rose and Shen Fei walked out from behind the rock, looking at the place where Lu Yu and the green-haired monster had just fought. The ground had already turned pitch-black, like charcoal, and the air still carried a thick burnt smell.

If she could also completely conceal that single sword-humming sound at the moment of the strike and the faint ripple it sent out, it would be even more perfect.

Thinking of this, Lu Yu couldn't help a tremor in his heart. He lowered his head to check his whole body, circulated his true Qi a full dozen-plus times, and couldn't help a strange look on his face—his body was not the slightest bit wrong; what had happened earlier seemed like an illusion.

Not only was the sky unusually high and distant, looking out in every direction one could not tell how far away things were. In the blue space the view was still clear, but no matter how hard one strained to gaze into the distance, the end of the view was only a blur. Perhaps ahead lay only a few dozen feet, perhaps it might be tens of thousands of zhang.

Hearing what his subordinate said, Ergouzi only hesitated briefly, then looked again at Duan Han Xin.

Even the burned areas of his face were shrouded in a faint black Qi, appearing and disappearing intermittently, looking all the more terrifyingly uncanny.

Since he was a man of the authorities, Lu Shuangyang did not mind cooperating with them. After all, they were officials, and their manpower was considerable.

In fact, if both sides had calmed down a bit, this wouldn't have been anything major. Actually, Percy stepped forward right away, but as someone from Gryffindor he couldn't keep the Slytherins in line—at least, Tang Ning didn't see any sign of the Slytherin Head Boy.

"Then what should we do now?" Realizing the situation might worsen, the doctor was drenched in cold sweat; the only one he could count on was the mad cultivator before him.