Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
A strong wind blew behind Murong Chong, kicking up dust. Up in the sky, the clouds churned, moving continuously. They seemed to span unbroken in the sky for at least 108,000 meters.
For a moment, there were rising winds and scudding clouds; the sky seemed to have changed color. Murong Chong’s aura rushed to the sky; within this space, he seemed like a ruler. He was like an exceptionally treasured saber standing there; it felt as if he could even pierce the sky.
When the saber swung, a cold and sharp saber light lit up. The wind immediately ceased, and the clouds froze. Within that space, only the saber light remained resplendent.
Murong Chong’s wrist dropped downward, and the saber light left the saber, turning into a surging saber Qi heading for the ground violently.
A ten meters wide and 33 meters deep hole gouged into the ground. The saber Qi was like a pillar. It flew five thousand meters before it stopped.
With one glance, the five-thousand-meters pit seemed endless. There were remnants of the state of wind and clouds lingering to the sides. It did not dissipate for quite a while. Dust left the ground and filled the air, dancing chaotically.
“Dang!”
Murong Chong withdrew his saber and stood upright as he looked at the endless cloud of dust and the horrifying gorge. His face was still expressionless as he said indifferently, “Liu Ruyue will definitely tell Ye Chen about the nine secret techniques of Qingyun Peak. They cannot be my true trump cards.
“Only this Great Perfection state of cloud and my self-created Three Weather Styles can be my true trump cards. Now that the state of wind has reached Great Perfection, and the state of wind and the state of cloud merged perfectly together, no one under Martial King is my match.”
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The sun rose and set; the clouds gathered and scattered. Five days flew by just like that.
The eighth move of the Wukui Saber Technique was harder to learn than Xiao Chen originally expected. He spent a total of three and a half days before completely learning it. Then he merged it w
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