Chapter 83: On the Banks of the Seine, Coffee on the Left Bank

Xiang Lingyun was furious; he drew his blade and unleashed the Evil Shadow Slash, a black crescent moon suddenly appearing and flying straight toward the back of the neck of the domineering figure.

The reason for choosing this artillery piece was that after a comprehensive evaluation, Qin Liangyu felt its weight and caliber were the most suitable.

"Why not fetch water from the Stone River?" Dorgon saw the guards stammering and looked toward the distant Stone River, only to discover that the riverbank was littered with corpses. Some had half their bodies submerged in the water, still clutching water skins. Clearly, they had been sniped by the Ming army on the opposite bank while trying to fetch water.

"No need for you to keep accounts, just take it and spend it." After the Blood God finished speaking, he said goodbye to everyone again and then hurried away.

While the cultivation techniques among them were certainly quite extraordinary, compared to the technique-transmitting stone chamber of the Fallen Immortal Sect, the cultivation techniques here were far inferior; thus, Lin Ge only took a rough glance at these jade slips before tossing them aside.

When speaking of the latter part, the Purple Qilin’s expression was neither smiling nor unsmiling, and he teased Yun Tian by looking at him a few extra times, yet one could still feel that he had a good relationship with Yun Tian’s parents.

The other party did not respond for a long time; the leader looked down at the city, where a troop of several hundred cavalry was filing into the city.

Niu Jinxing on the city tower saw the battle situation clearly and had long since urgently ordered the soldiers inside the city to close the gates and raise the drawbridge. The retreating soldiers swarmed onto the drawbridge, and when Tian Jianxiu, who was running at the very front, was only one zhang away from the gate, the heavy doors were slammed shut with a clang.

Therefore, now, whenever anyone sees a seven-colored barrage, basically everyone has a rough idea in their hearts, knowing that it is either a big shot or a hidden expert.

That old man was probably fifty or sixty years old, with white hair and beard, hunched over and leaning on a cane. The dozen or so family members beside him all kept straight faces when they saw Qin Liangyu enter, and none of them had any intention of greeting her. Judging by this stance, they naturally had no intention of inviting Qin Liangyu inside for tea, their hostility fully apparent.

Originally, the black light had blotted out the sky and covered all lines of sight, its power terrifying; even when that sound rang out, Luo Fan’s mood had been extremely heavy, thinking he had released some monster from eons ago.

Li Yuanchao took off his glasses, breathed on them, wiped the glass lenses vigorously with his lapel, and said, "Old Guo, do you think we can really get into a fight with the Big Noses? I see the wind has been blowing quite hard these days... if things go wrong, we might really end up fighting!"

After instructing Yaomei to investigate the information on that Brother Gang, Qiu Chu was already rubbing his hands, preparing to take action.

However, the Mage did not just stand there either; seeing the skill disappear, he immediately cast a Fireball spell again to test the opponent, and then followed up with a Fire Dragon spell.

Glared at by such a great beauty, Yao Xuan also guiltily rubbed his nose and continued to follow.

He directly released Brother Gang from his portable space, and of course, the driver was released along with him.

Don't look at how calm he appeared on the surface, but inside he had begun to feel somewhat anxious; after all, he had previously experienced the methods of this eerie gray mist, and if it weren't for the existence of the Golden Dragon Soul, he would have long since died at the opponent's hands, turning into a bloodless corpse.

The White Fatty took a sip of wine and said, "I suddenly saw golden light shining on that cloth, and a wisp of purple energy faintly rising!"

His name was Ye Yan, and he was the young patriarch of the Ye family; right now, it was the annual Dou Qi test.

If Qiu Chu were here at this moment, he would certainly be surprised to discover that this person was the owner of the private kitchen restaurant.

He stepped forward a few paces and snatched the wooden stick from his hand, then used force to snap the stick into two pieces.

The people around the city had forgotten the city; when they saw the sons appear, they all fled like gods. During this time, only three sons and the pedestrians of Chu Feng remained on the entire street.

In Yu Hanxin's view, if Di Ligong could have cared even a little bit about Mother Li's affairs, even just a little, Mother Li would not have ended up in such a state.

Everyone's gaze was focused on Lian Yaxin and An Jin; as school beauties, they indeed possessed a charm that could attract attention in an instant.

Every time, she would go to the schoolhouse to pretend to greet him and threaten him not to tell anyone.

With a goal, the two no longer hesitated; hearing that they were going out again, the excited light in Yu'er's eyes could not be hidden at all.

From this incident, Gu Pan's biggest takeaway was that if one provoked him, there was only one way to coax him into a good mood.

"Reporter Li, what brings you to me?" Xu Guohua smiled, pulled out the chair opposite Li Bing, and sat down. Upon seeing Xu Guohua, a trace of a smile finally appeared on Li Bing's slightly pale face.

This axe was swung in anger; instantly, a dull, humming roar erupted in the void, the air for dozens of miles around was compressed, then exploded into fragments, and the black gale in the valley was torn to shreds, shaking Princess Su Xue and Zhang Shen so much that they could no longer hear anything else.

Tang Guanlin nodded hurriedly, quickly put on his coat, and rushed out, with Yu Sining and Chu Xueyun also hurrying to follow.

Just at this moment, a middle-aged Daoist priest wearing an apricot-yellow Daoist robe, a Daoist crown, and carrying a wooden sword appeared from nowhere; the priest walked up to the notice, scanned the content casually, and then, in full view of everyone, reached out and tore the notice down.

Qin Yuan was not flustered at all; he let out a loud roar, and a yellow ribbon of light suddenly flashed. With a thunderous boom, a tall stone pillar appeared between Qin Yuan and the white light. The white light stabbed into the stone pillar, spinning crazily like an electric drill, and a large pile of stone debris fell with a rustle.

Just at this moment, a huge bomb suddenly flew out from mid-air and dropped straight into the giants' camp, and those giants were all caught off guard.

"Your external injuries have almost healed, and you can exert seven or eight tenths of your combat power; for the rest, go find it in the Sword Pool yourself!" In the end, Qin Chuan received only this sentence and could only pin his hopes on the trip to the Sword Pool.

His subordinates, seeing Deng Yongxin in such a rage, did not dare to linger and, after responding with an "yes," hurried out.

But the two experts from the Imperial Fist Temple also brought an important piece of information: the Night Raid assassin who assassinated Lord Nopus was wounded.

The weather was nice today; although there were some clouds over the island, plenty of sunlight still shone down, making the surfaces of those buildings look like crystal, bright and shimmering.

The three nearby thatched huts were all burning; the people inside had been drawn away by the thunder just now and were not in the huts.

"You still say you won't let me kill, but I think your momentum when you attacked just now was quite fierce!" Zi Xuan said sheepishly, then looked at Chen Yuxuan beside him and nodded slightly toward him.