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The sturdy and slim Yuehua Jian (sword), riding the righteous tide, swept away the specific arrows in every direction. At this moment, Qin demonstrated the full extent of his tyrannical power, wielding weapons with uncontrollable force. Among the soldiers, about 300 families were either secure or damaged. Could Hu lost control and fell to the ground, his horse crying out as it finally collapsed.
They had also suffered more casualties on their side. Qin shouted loudly: "Stand back!" An army was advancing rapidly, pursued by the opposing forces. With a roar, bolts were fired, drawing the attention of the soldiers, but several Canhu warriors also fell to the ground. At this point, Qin's troops were reduced to two-thirds of their original strength. But still, there was no sense of defeat.
Qin’s weapon called out to the supplier of robust materials and yelled: "Wooden spear, show your true mettle!" These few arrows, College thought, would prove effective! The wooden spear laughed and said: "Qin, do you think your superior strength can easily overpower me? Four years ago, I already understood your techniques better than you do now. My fighting style is far superior to yours. You rely on brute force, and your handling lacks finesse, especially when dealing with arrows like these!"
Qin appeared to stabilize his roots. Such deceit—how could people return such a critical moment with beneficial advice? Would you succeed? Why should you pursue it, even if it means risking everything, obtaining support, and possibly dying? Isn't that what being at the vanguard means? Perhaps not everyone understands how to confirm this!
Qin advanced tens of yards, and all enemies became increasingly difficult to handle. According to the commanding officer's orders, each soldier aimed for Gong Nushou, using the back of a spear blaster. A hurried plan unfolded. In the midst of uncertainty, if there was artistry and flexibility in Qin’s movements, combined with his character, he might adapt well to the situation. Both hands encountered various cards. He felt pressured to leave due to the slim chances.
Qin couldn’t endure the situation any longer, abandoned help in peril, and retracted his weapons amidst the whirlwind's roar. A Yu Jian struck toward him but couldn’t be deflected, causing him to retreat further. Hurriedly moving in both directions, bombs detonated around him, and an enemy Gong Nushou fell into a pool of blood. Still fearless, his eyes never left Qin for a second.
Qin sometimes seemed to describe the damage done, but among the remaining agents and men who recovered from the alarm, he picked up a bomb—the greatest danger to those rushing toward Gong Nushou. Pressed by panic, Gong Nushou became less adept, leaving no time to fire bolts. It was Qin’s aggressive behavior that pushed gunmen too far out, nearly preventing rescue. Qin swiftly beheaded several Gong Nushou.
"Pass it on to my friends!" The strong man shouted, rushing toward the entrance of the Qin camp: "Let me deal with him!" Appearing coldly, Qin responded: "You coward, how dare you come out and play against me?"
Wood tingle laughed: "Boy, don’t lose focus. I haven’t had time to sting you yet, so be careful!" Indeed, wood has always been resistant to the impact of firearms, protected by stab wounds inflicted on Qin.
They attacked upward, and all armies opened sub-sites everywhere. Wooden spears and blasters were directed at each side of Qin. Although Qin could still respond, he ultimately found it extremely tough, likely due to overusing his strength and suffering one failure after another. However, this world war might be something he could resolve within Zhongguaxuanshu bag, probably safely, without involving others.
He examined his movements, burning with determination. He needed to think of a way, a solution. Retracting his shot earlier, he guarded his chest, steadied his breath, and his thoughts raced rapidly. Now, he had blocked the best ways to suppress.
At that moment, a loud "bang" echoed muffled sounds. I glanced at the ship, only to see him shouting loudly. Twenty-Qin places tried several techniques off the floor, mouths discharging energy. The entire process where wood impacted them marked their boards.
"Slow down!" To refute, he ranted, turned on, treated it all, and squared off with a "Teng."
Guns were mere centimeters away from the guitar neck and stopped. The wooden spear outside looked at me, blankly staring, revealing affection held back from acting recklessly.
He healed her neck and said: "You must examine the condition your puppy was put in disaster?"
Setting up wooden weapons hurt, diving jerk brows: "Where are you, country music woman? Act recklessly!"
"You don’t control where the world adolescent girls go. All your movement, unless they understand where they come from, disgraces a nation’s young women!" He learned that someone plunged racing eyebrows, however tremulous brows were scared—but I have to ease it. Or, not only will it not save anyone, even if I depleted Qin's supply, truly, there is no worry here below, but the idea of departure is horrifying.
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