147 Ghost Rider Using Superheavy Samurai

[Duel Mode On! Speed World Ⅱ Set!]

"Riding Duel, accelerate!"

The three of them separated. Yusei took the original straight road, while Crow turned toward the riding highway on the left.

"Duel!"

She rose from her seat and began to pace slowly along the top of the city wall, casting her gaze toward the distant center of the battlefield. Listening to the deafening battle cries of the Spirit Beast clan, her expression grew increasingly gloomy.

Limol slowly turned her eyes to look at me, her face pale and her expression as cold and desolate as frost, as if all her gentleness and softness had vanished in an instant.

Regarding Li Zhishi's words, Ouyang Che was naturally somewhat embarrassed. He realized that compared to the person before him, his own skill in maintaining composure and cultivating inner peace was still far too lacking.

Directly ahead in their line of sight—opposite the participating members of the three guilds—the phantom of Leng Ningshuang, the Lord of the Spirit Realm, had appeared once again. Astonishingly, beside her, three more equally ethereal figures had emerged.

The scene at this moment somewhat reenacted the drama of Jing Ke assassinating the King of Qin, with the King of Qin running in circles around a pillar. Although Li Zhishi's footsteps were hurried, aside from one near-miss straight at the throat and opening a few gashes on Chen Dong before being forced back by a returning sword, he achieved not a single inch of further success.

At 8:45, a white sedan drove in from afar. The moment it entered the perimeter of Qifeng Temple, it was targeted by Eva, and at the same time, Yueliang also spotted the car.

"It might snow tonight, so a tent is a necessity; we can't skimp on these few points," Li Rui said to the others after obtaining the tents from the show's production team.

"Don't you remember me, Zhao Ming?" The voice suddenly echoed inside the car. Hearing it, the two were so frightened that they were rendered speechless.

At this very moment, what I represent is no longer just myself, but Nan Chengyao's wife, Murong Qing, the Princess Consort of the Southern Dynasty.

Once, I had casually mentioned to Xia Haoyu that I liked green, and I never expected that this time he would directly choose a necklace embedded with emeralds for me. His attentiveness toward me was truly meticulous.

"Then what else can I do? If I go over there, I'll be discovered. My dad is extremely formidable. You're talking as if you actually have a way." Li Yinkong looked at the face before him, feeling thoroughly uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it.

"So, should we leave after dawn?" Song Cuiling felt that this place was much more comfortable than being at the Song family home. She disliked traveling, but if Brother Shen did not allow them to stay, they would have no choice but to leave.

After pausing to watch for a moment, she still felt that rather than being curious about what they were up to, filling her stomach was far more important. She had taken quite a few pastries from the nourishment hall, casually found a seat, and impatiently took a bite.

Ma Tianjue then let out another laugh, but this time the laughter held much more of a sense of relief after escaping torment and suffering. Who knew what kind of miraculous power it was that allowed Ma Tianjue, who had just been plunged deep into self-blame and guilt, to find release in the blink of an eye?

"The sound is coming from below. Something is coming," Xiao Fei said, drawing his Soul-Slicing Blade.

Song Songming had originally come with the intention of going tit-for-tat, but he hadn't expected that throwing this punch of his would feel like striking empty air. Far from taking up the challenge, the other party hadn't even spared him a glance.

"Of course, a real man has no need to tell lies and deceive people," Shen Luofan's voice was calm, yet filled with absolute certainty.

Within this terrifying and vexing purgatory, thoughts of him were the only thing that could bring him a trace of coolness and soothing comfort.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have come!" Although Reno said this, he still headed toward the dormitory!

Only then did Ling Yunfeng realize that he was in a large room. Across from a long table before him, people were seated facing each other on both sides—one side wearing military uniforms, the other in police uniforms. Distinctly separated, they were currently arguing about something.