Tang Hao Exploded His Rings, Was I Wrong?

Amid flashing blades and clashing swords.

Yuan Qingtian caught a tiny opening in Tang Hao's defenses. Mysterious runes emerged in his eyes.

"Amaterasu!"

In an instant, Tang Hao felt a wave of scorching heat rush toward him.

A grave expression appeared on his face. "That strange Black Flame again!"

Two years ago, he had suffered greatly from this Black Flame.

Had he not cut away a piece of flesh, his bones might have been burned bare.

Naturally, he was on guard this time.

He abruptly retreated, swinging the Clear Sky Hammer and whipping up a hurricane that swept toward the Black Flame.

A hint of amusement appeared in Yuan Qingtian's eyes.

Sorry...

When fire met wind, it would only grow stronger!

He added a little more fuel to it...

Feng Xingye slowly walked over to his side. His puzzled gaze occasionally swept over Qingyue Xuanyi. His body was so weak, yet he could still sense his presence?

The black-robed cultivator screamed on the ground, his voice making the earth tremble slightly. Looking at Gu Qi standing not far away, his eyes burned with hatred as he climbed to his feet. "Gu Qi! Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!" He circulated the Spiritual Energy within him, intending to detonate himself and perish together with Gu Qi.

"Old Zhang, are you being excluded or something? Do you have to beat around the bush?" Li Jiujiu cut him off.

The auras of all the surrounding grass and trees were absorbed by Gu Qi. Because of this, the Spiritual Energy around her grew increasingly immense. Wind surged with the flowing currents of air, while dust and sand spun up with it, eventually kicking up a raging storm of sand mixed with leaves.

Seeing the helicopter, those guys were overjoyed to the point of tears. Yet Li Huaifeng was still thinking about others.

In truth, how could Old Liu not have thought of what Li Mu had thought of? He naturally had his own considerations.

With a thought, the Blood Moon Right Emissary hurriedly withdrew all the blood-colored tentacles outside, but the killing intent in his words grew even colder.

The flowers in midair were incomparably beautiful, forming an utterly bizarre scene alongside the giant tiger. It brought to mind a saying: a fierce tiger in one's heart, delicately sniffing roses. It had unexpectedly become a real sight, leaving everyone stunned.

"If I were Chai Shaoning, would you still act so distant?" Tong Kaixian ignored Shengyue's feelings completely and asked cruelly.

The Divine Punishment Incarnation's skills were indeed powerful. However, as he acquired more and more skills and grew stronger, these skills gradually became less useful.

"The Audi A6 is passable. Come on, give me a kiss." Zhang Yuexiang wrapped an arm around Zheng Feilong's neck and offered up her alluring red lips.

After retreating two steps, the old monk's face was filled with shock, and his gaze toward Zhang Jue carried a trace of fear. What a formidable young man. His cultivation must be higher than mine. Who is he?

He could even see the varying shades of blood within the Sea of Blood, as well as its viscosity.

He was far too strong and showed no mercy. With a toss, Mo Ziyan staggered along with the force. Enduring the pain wracking her body, she struggled to open her eyes and happened to glimpse his left ear. The earring that had originally been there was gone.

The Northeast Region, especially the Longjiang area, had once been rife with drug smuggling. But now, it was already difficult to find drugs smuggled in from Russia.

If there was anything that left him at a loss, it was matters of the heart. And what confused him most was his feelings for Ma Yuanfang.

Since Gu Chenfei had already revealed that Chai Shaoning was coming, Sima Long had no reason to keep the secret any longer.

All the birds in the sky flew down and stopped attacking. They landed on the surrounding trees and rocks, silently watching Zhang Jue.

Jiang Chen nodded faintly. Since he had already revealed this identity, if he was going to lie, he had to keep the lie consistent.

"Could you perhaps be senior figures of our Daoist sect?" Wu Zhengqi asked the Immortal Couple in a trembling, excited voice. To kill Xiantian Martial Artists so easily, they had to be seniors at least at the Divine Soul Stage.

Lu Feng was startled by his roar. His folding fan failed to strike the other man's dantian, and instead, he saw a large foot kick toward his face. Frightened, he quickly tucked in his neck and ducked his head, barely avoiding the kick, but he was already drenched in cold sweat.