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A red dotted map appears, indicating that the Lord is in danger and at the point shown on Don Lee's cell phone. Don Lee was a little confused, he knew, his master was not someone to be easily defeated. He was sure, the situation that befell his master was not an ordinary situation. That's why, he brought many of his troops to the location point. Not only ordinary troops, Don Lee also brought the greatest troops in martial arts. ______ Jordan Catwalk entered the laboratory room. The man carried a syringe with a green liquid in it. "What do you want from us?" asked Jeremy. Jordan, who was walking with Diana and Jack beside him, laughed.

Complaining will do you good Ralf keep on complaining tsk. “Different weapons like swords have different weights and the handlers of them have different strengths. Just an example, you were in a battle and your opponent made your sword go out of your hand and you have to pick a sword. The sword you pick might not the same as your sword of course the rhythm, and posture of yours will not be the same” interesting. “you quite know a lot, huh, it does not match your appearance and personality” “Nah Sachiko taught me so I just know a few” here we go again.

Wind Specter's art of separation was unrivaled within the six realms, Ask the Sky's art of refining puppets was unrivaled within the six realms, then the Dokuro Sword Saint's realm of sword intent was also unrivaled within the six realms. At this moment, Xiao Chuan could not help but respect the Dokuro Sword Saint, all the six realms had their peak powerhouses, such as the Heavenly Emperor, the Underworld Emperor, the Demon Emperor, the Demon King, and the Buddha, so this Dokuro Sword Saint was bound to be the supreme powerhouse of the human realm, and there was no one else who could be found when looking at the Purple Mansion. "Meow! Is this sword really this powerful?" Chi Ruan had also fl

Mizu replied back, smiling, she was thankful they were more approachable than what she thought, and to this talkative guy. "Uh-huh, you're the youngest among us, oh wait... " Zhi eyes swift his gaze to the guy standing in the corner in a cross arm and on his own world. The other three followed his gaze as well. From a glance, he was extremely aloof. He was the top guy among them, who killed plenty. The weapon he used was a scimitar sword. His handsome features were also unparalleled to anybody. Black hair and black eyes are quite endearing, even his voice, "I don't want to play a fake team with a bunch of twerps." though he is straightforwardly rude.

Even if more came, he would deal with them. “Not bad… truly impressive. Unfortunately for you, tonight will be your last night committing theft in Quzhou,” Tong Mu sneered. Xiu Zhangjian smirked. 'So he thinks I’m just another bandit? Fine… then let me show you the true power of the Sword Heir.' He leaped, rolling through the air, and landed right before Tong Mu with a violent downward slash. Tong Mu hadn’t expected him to attack so swiftly; shock flashed across his face before he barely managed to block the strike. His gritted teeth were visible as he used his full strength just to withstand the blow.

He took a step forward and planned to completely trample Yang Xiao to death. Yang Xiao was also stunned. He could not believe that the Japanese Sword Sage would shamelessly repeat the same trick. She was going to attack him a second time. One had to know that the Japanese Sword Sage was the world's best swordsman. He could even be called the King of Swords. Yang Xiao's strength was really not enough to deal with such a peerless super sword hero in the world. "My apologies. Although you are very strong, you are not my match in the end. If you surrender now, I can let you die a better death. Do you understand, rubbish?" the Japanese Sword Sage laughed coldly.

In today's world, among the younger generation, those who had such cultivation were all the members in martial leaderboard. There were three outstanding young people in the martial leaderboard this time, including Alfred, Simple Saber, and Justin, who had an unpredictable origin and had withstood the two strikes of Dragon ! Among the three, Justin was undoubtedly the most outstanding.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Whenever a Tenby had to reveal his or her background, they would naturally reveal that they practiced the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists. In addition, the family and the technique were famous in Uleania and Arcadia. Once they revealed their background, even the fiercest enemy would be deterred. “The heir of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists? Pardon me for not recognizing you earlier.” Jiro stood straight up and put on a strict face. He bowed and said, “Jiro Sakamoto, Refined Blade Clan.” “Jiro Sakamoto?!” Many others recognized the name and were shocked when they heard it.

“You’re not meant to be Alpha Ryu.” An outburst of laughter erupted behind me. It was Ryu, and he was hideous, with blood rolling out of his eyes and a silver sword in his hands. I suppose someone had given it to him while Kyle was busy speaking. “I slashed your hand, and you think you’ll survive my sword aura?” He chuckled, his hands on the handle as he swung it towards Kyle. I felt the heat as the air from the blade moved towards Kyle. “So this is Sword Aura.” I murmured, “Is he an elemental?”