Chapter 87: The Sword Intent of the Miyamoto Clan

After walking for more than half an hour along the long mountain path, they finally reached the mid-mountain area where Chongri Town is located.

According to that young townsman, they could have taken the elevator directly, but that would not allow them to bring livestock; the two long-haired camels would need to be taken to the beast pen for storage in advance.

Since the camels still carried quite a few important belongings, and since they all wanted to see the scenery of this town along the way, they simply decided to walk up.

All the way to the town

A barrier is another good choice, even the best choice after the apocalypse descends, but the conditions for establishing a barrier are too harsh, and the internal space is not large enough, thus losing the meaning of establishing a barrier.

Two months have passed since the first spaceship explored space; no matter how excited and thrilled the human high command was, Fang Yuan still lived his days calmly.

But if one were to talk about a sweeping vehicle tracking a target, using that red dot to chase a moving object, let alone the people inside the car window or even just the car itself, those capable of hitting all of them with a single burst are few and far between.

However, the Miyamoto Clan has practiced the sword way for generations; their heroic souls are preserved in the purest sword way, thus emitting sword intent at all times.

But after becoming an Awakened One, the residual medicinal power directly greatly enhanced her talent potential and cultivation speed.

Regarding this, although Fang Yuan was scheming, he could only wait; during the waiting process, he did not idle, but continued to study the marble world.

Afterwards, the head wolf used the same method to risk entering the vast world, which is the only micro-universe Fang Yuan created where the appearance and interior are the same size.

Lu Tianyu hoped the man would take the backpack and not come to trouble him; now he did not like killing people, and except when unavoidable, he hoped to avoid the pursuit of these Cannibal Tribe members.

He slapped Yu Yue's buttocks hard twice, telling Yu Yue that this was just an idea, to be implemented once Dream Company truly developed; for now, she should honestly go to work at the Energy Company.

Qi Qi helped bandage Su Wen's numerous wounds; except for the most glaring one on the shoulder, the knife wound on the waist and abdomen almost pierced straight through. Nan Zhuixing, without wine, finally did not continue watching the show; when Su Wen exchanged a knife strike with the second assassin while exhausting all his injuries, this assassination, which might be called a lesson, should come to an end.

Humans are, after all, living beings; the primary imperative of living beings is survival; before survival, gentlemanly manners and the like are nonsense.

But just as he was exhausted and barely holding on, suddenly, a black shadow silently came to his back amidst the chaotic battlefield.

At the moment the blade light struck the Undying Tree, it seemed to emit a painful low moan; as the firelight dispersed, Yang Hao saw the Undying Tree split in half from the middle; under his faint perception, he discovered it had no life force.

Amidst Qi Qi's exclamation, Yang Hao held her slender waist with one hand, lifted Qi Ping beside him with the other, and with a flap of his wings, swept toward Shu Yingying.

Mu Qiu, feeling heartache, went over and held Leng Yan's hand, saying softly: "Yan'er, you've worked hard; won't you stop having children in the future?" Mu Qiu asked everyone else to leave, and then stayed by his bedside to accompany him.

Gong Wuxie's mouth corner still held a gentle smile; regarding Hua Xiangrong's words, he nodded lightly to indicate agreement.

Seven days later, Jiang Dongyu finally woke up leisurely; his whole body still felt weak; looking around, he then realized he was lying on the back of a Suanni; he could not help but feel it was strange; the Suanni is the eighth son of the nine dragon sons; he had just passed the Nine Dragon Tribulation not long ago, and now he was actually riding the real thing.

"You indeed share one heart with him," Huoyang Lie sneered coldly; although he had been beaten by several punches, he was not seriously injured; just as Zhu Linjiang had previously judged, for him and Bai Yuntian to determine a winner, they would at least have to fight for ten days and ten nights.