Chapter 333

323. New Life of the Running Wolf

"Whether you just arrived at the Rudder Capital today or were already here, the ladies who came today are in luck! Before our 'Double Eagle Rudder' festival reaches its climax, today is our final training race!"

The host, "Lierde," draped in a cloak of Soul Apex, spoke loudly to the surroundings.

"When the official competition arrives, whoever among our twelve racers wins the final victory, he will represent him..."

Looking behind those five ghost generals, not far away there was a dilapidated, ancient stone bridge; under the bridge flowed a great river, the water rolling along, and I could even hear the "rumbling" sound of the water, and the color of the water was yellow.

Gu Kai's tone suddenly sharpened; even over the phone, Zhang Ergou's body trembled, and without thinking, he blurted out the address here.

"Trying to entangle me? I'll slaughter you first!" The furious Legendary-rank Abyss Demon-born backhanded with a blade, the flame-imbued Slaughterer's Blade striking heavily on the Golden Treant leader, leaving a huge scar on its trunk.

The good mood from winning battles for many days was completely ruined! Shu Rao paced back and forth in the room, frantically racking her brains for a countermeasure.

This was secret intelligence from the government, which let Chen Xingyu know that Iori had followed Kyo Kusanagi's trail to China.

"Of course I won't; all his kindness is directed at Hua Weiyang, not me. I have only one goal: kill him and take his place!" Yun Weiyang sneered. If she could rule the Great Yun Kingdom in the name of Empress, that would be fine too; changing the dynasty could wait a step, as long as the power was in her hands.

I sighed, looked up at the floor; my dad had already sent me a text message on the way, so they were probably both waiting at home now.

Wen Jin let the waiter take Jing Xiaocha to pick out a gown, while he sat in the leather sofa, leisurely drinking tea.

Because the True Love Law power within the sword was gone, it was likely impossible to unleash the terrifying sword move from just now.

At this moment, he had completely fused with this wisp of divine soul, his powerful divine soul cultivation realm advancing by leaps and bounds, becoming a true Heavenly Demon.

However, Chu Xuan didn't care about this at all; he saw the two things on the back of his thighs, which were supposed to be mechanical arms for the avalanche-type component, suddenly open, and 36 GN flying swords flew out from within, each blade flickering with crimson high-energy beams.

Immersed in spiritual energy, I simply stopped worrying about the flow of spiritual energy and let it enter my body with my breath; the spiritual energy condensed at a point in my head, which is where the cultivator's sea of consciousness resides. When cultivation reaches a certain realm, it is where spiritual power turns into a sea.

Fortunately, there was no traffic on the way back, and it took about 50 minutes to arrive. Aoxue and Aojun each helped their men upstairs. As soon as they entered the room, the two men each found a bed to sleep in.

The soldiers retreated, and feeling the pressure ease, Jiang Qi stopped the shield in his hand, which was already somewhat deformed; relying on courage, Jiang Qi advanced fifty steps, leaving forty or fifty corpses along the way. Many of the corpses were mangled by the shield he wielded, but the gathering soldiers told him there was still no way back.

I was clearer than anyone about this point; he was baiting me into using the Air-Piercing Dragon-Breaking Slash. Sure enough, at the critical moment of life and death, no matter how reckless a person usually is, they become steady, using their own advantages to resist the opponent's disadvantages, changing from a simple grappling battle to a mixed battle of intelligence and technique.

Lan Xiang's husband is a tall man; he also works at the brick kiln. When I worked at the brick kiln, it was just a different job. I pulled wet bricks, and he pulled dry bricks to stack in the kiln. He is still working at the kiln pulling bricks today.

"I... just can't say it to you..." Uncle Lu opened his mouth a few times, but didn't speak, packed his things, and went inside.

Zhao Xiaochen looked at Dapeng, a look of anticipation on his face; Zhao Xiaochen didn't know why, but he felt an inexplicable sense of affinity for this Dapeng, as if they were destined to know each other.