Chapter 1180: Win or Lose

"Exactly, that's what we mean!" Ma Shouying clapped his hands and shouted before Li Zicheng could finish speaking.

As expected, the very next second, the black man reached out and pushed, actually sending the Muay Thai fighter flying. Then he strode forward and grabbed the Muay Thai fighter, who had just fallen to the ground and was trying to get up.

A cold light appeared in Xu Chen's eyes, and the purple-gold divine light instantly blazed. Sword energy emerged, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand fiercely attacked his opponent.

It turned out that what he had cut off before was just an afterimage left behind by Ling Yun after he had pushed the Wind God Leg to its limit.

"Can't I just not like it anymore?" She did like it, but since she had already worn it, she definitely wouldn't want it.

Just as that tear fell onto the hell-flower, the flower suddenly transformed into a cluster of flames. Facing this sudden change, Qi Die was completely at a loss. With this hell-flower that had turned into flames, in a flash, with lightning speed, it quickly ignited all the nearby flowers into flames.

Zhang Pu watched coldly from the side as the several arrogant house slaves acted as if they were the lords, even ordering the newly appointed Jinshi around. His heart was filled with resentment. It was truly a case of "one person attains the Dao, and his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven". He couldn't help but think of the wicked servants in his own home, and gritted his teeth in anger.

The next second, a large black box appeared. Then he opened the box, put on the blood python assault jacket, took out the snakeskin bag, military canteen, and obsidian dagger, and finally put the wing suit into the box and stored it away.

Yan Mumu waited quietly in the waiting room. For some reason, Jian Mofan still hadn't appeared, but she didn't think much of it, only thinking that it had taken him some time to get dressed.

She simply put everything down. She turned around indifferently. She also didn't believe that in her peak state, he could do anything to her. She just didn't expect that when she turned around, the moment the Imperial Advisor saw her face, he completely froze. This startled Qi Die. The Imperial Advisor's expression was truly strange.

"No problem on my end. By then, your side will be much more lively." Zhang Lu could imagine how fierce the scene would be, so a cunning smile appeared on her face.

The defender Zhang Shujie knew him. He was in the second year of high school, with a cool name, Xiang Fei, and his strength was so-so. When Qin Yang saw that he was about to be replaced, he deliberately walked off slowly and reluctantly. The cheering squad of Yuying High School thought he was deliberately delaying time, and gave him a round of boos. The cheering squad of Xingguang High School countered and gave him applause.

By noon the next day, an old jailer with a limping leg slowly walked up to the prison cell, put a bowl on the ground inside the door railing, then turned around and put another bowl across from it, and then slowly walked out.

Upon hearing this, everyone began to discuss animatedly. Everyone felt that Chen Feng's words made sense.

Ye Suiyun thought it made sense. No matter what, he had to live to go home, and to live he had to eat. Thinking of this, he struggled, using his shoulder and knee joints to slowly move to the rice bowl, leaned his head over, and began to eat.

Zhang Yiming seized this opportunity and raised his hand again to send out a flying knife. A bright light flashed, hitting the back of the frogman.

The drunk man's luggage was very simple. A long sword carried a package, which contained only a few thin pieces of clothing.

The legendary God of War Wang was not known for his eloquence, and after seeing the posts on the real-time forum, he was even more speechless.

"You're talking nonsense!" Bai Junhui instantly stood up, his eyes filled with rage as he glared at Luo Hebin.

The mantis man let out a howl, flew a long distance, fell to the ground, and began to convulse. He no longer had the strength to stand up.

Er quickly rubbed his face with both hands, as if trying to rub away the characteristic that made his face feel cute to Shizhi.

In the nine layers of the Source Realm, the sixth layer, Gui Xu, was the only layer without spirits living in it because it was a death zone, where death storms strong enough to turn any spirit into ashes blew at any time. Only a few spirits from the inner three layers of the Source Realm could briefly cross this area.

Innumerable disciples rushed out of their respective cave dwellings, their gazes fixed on the young man who seemed to be in a violent storm.

It can be seen that many spatial orbits have ends, and their ends all lead to one spatial gate after another. Water flows without energy drive and blooms into beautiful fountains on the ground, where the Source energy flow also plays a role.

After a while, the fat old man spit out the contents of his mouth and placed them on his hand. Everyone looked and suddenly felt an exotic fragrance fill the air.

The dagger was already touching Kaleite's temple hair. Medusa seemed to be hesitating about something, the sharp edge of the blade moving back and forth between the golden strands of hair.

"Remember, I and the Saint Son... I love you, Lan Youming." Lan Youming's beautiful face gradually disappeared, and tears of reluctance flowed from her blue and white eyes.

Qiu Shui stood on tiptoe and peeked inside, only to see a person dressed in a dragon robe, surrounded by a group of warriors in bright armor under the colorful canopy, talking about something with Master Xuanzang.

Li Tianyou was startled when he saw the sword energy in mid-air. He was surprised to find that Ah Quan's sword energy had changed, or rather, the momentum had changed.

"Jose" covered his face with both hands and let Demos attack, constantly crying and begging for mercy, but he did not use any Sea Race magic to counterattack.

Outside the gate in the courtyard, suddenly forty to fifty yamen runners rushed in. More than ten yamen runners held bows and arrows in their hands, and had already pointed the arrowheads at Leng Yuehun.

Essentially, the Turret Ship was still like the magic ships Hore was familiar with, relying on the magic helm to support the magic energy framework of the entire ship body. However, for a magic ship that was not built in Aslong, it was already quite novel and unique.