"Whether I use an immortal sword to hack people or a sword puppet uses an immortal sword to hack people, there is really no difference. This is what it means to be one with the sword," Zhang Sheng explained.
Wei Yuan gave a dry laugh and asked, "Then how many more of these sword puppets do you have?"
Zhang Sheng waved his small banner, and five more figures emerged. However, their auras were noticeably far weaker than the person from beyond the heavens, all possessing only the cultivation of newly entered Scenery Command.
Looking at them, Wei Yuan found them somewhat familiar; it seemed they were all souls who had perished beneath Zhang Sheng's sword.
As the four of them moved forward, they were unaware that danger lurked all around them as well. Every major power had come for that ghost spirit; after all, the Five Spirits of Ten Thousand Origins had always been kept sealed as a secret.
Friends from the south might not know how beautiful Harbin is. Back then, before Chairman Mao designated Beijing as the capital, his initial plan was actually Harbin, which is enough to give an inkling of what the city is like.
"Senior Brother, how is the situation?" Huo Rong asked. He finally felt the benefits of having a senior brother.
The Flying Hero noticed that their attacks were aimed at his hands; they hoped the bomb would detonate, blowing him and them up together.
"Third Master, there is something you do not know. This time, the Northern Barbarians declared war first; our Alliance Master was merely forced into battle." Its massive serpent mouth flicked out a long tongue, its voice deep and clear.
"There are several zombies over there!!" Detecting movement about a dozen meters ahead, I immediately shouted and opened fire in a burst.
After falling into the forest, Li Yunxuan produced a large heap of fruit from who knew where and handed them to the three one by one. The Presiding Judge was fine and took it.
"The battle with the Long family will surely shake heaven and earth. You have already died once before, and I do not want you to go through it with me again!" Su Yi took a deep breath, a trace of gloom in his eyes.
"All right, Teacher Zhou, you should get some rest early too, I'm heading back now!" Now that I had checked on things, everything should be fine, so I promptly took my leave.
Looking up at the ceiling, my mind had been in utter chaos ever since I woke up. My limbs were weak, leaving me able only to lie there.
In the afternoon, the sky over Indianapolis was overcast. December weather was never particularly pleasant; after all, the coldest season was about to arrive. This gloomy sky seemed to mirror Bird's current mood.
After repeatedly making excuses, Mr. Devil finally saw Liu Yulian off. Sweating profusely, he walked back, with Liu Yanshi accompanying him, struggling to stifle her laughter all the while, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons.
Although they had just endured their longest three-game losing streak of the season, judging from observations on the training ground, the players' morale did not seem that low.
With the recording equipment in place and filming the entire process, it seemed Jinrui's people did not merely want to treat this competition as a simple dispute over shop ownership; they also planned to orchestrate it well to add some weight to their publicity.
Qin Muyu was an art student who excelled at dance. Her flexibility was astonishing, and her temperament retained a touch of naivety.
Reaching her hand forward little by little, An Heshi was terrified deep down, but for some reason, the strange sensation welling up in her heart held back her urge to retreat.
Lü Liuliang thought to himself: *Under ordinary circumstances, I wouldn't harm a soul. But this time is different. Not only does it concern my brother's lifelong happiness, but looking further down the road, it touches upon the great cause of resisting the Qing. If you fail to open your eyes this time, I won't hesitate to go on a killing spree.*
Crouching down, she carefully inspected the safe before her, focused her mind, and turned the dial. Within mere moments, with a click, the safe swung open in her hands.
Out of seven repechage matches, they had lost only once to Myth, yet as a result they had risen two ranks. If climbing the sword-debate ranks always worked on this kind of mechanism, Chu Yan would probably never reach the Transformation Realm in his entire life.
Seeing that Fiona had calmed down, I seated her on a stool to the side. After confirming repeatedly with her that she wouldn't do anything reckless, Vivian and I hurriedly left the laboratory.
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