abnabooks Chapter 180 One Finger Hits You Hard, One Strand Of Hair Destroys You
Chapter 180 One Finger Hits You Hard, One Strand Of Hair Destroys You
The giant palm fell.
A huge pit appeared in the ground.
However, everyone's eyes were attracted to the moving corpse.
At this time, Fang Leng seemed to be a different person.
He looked at Xiao Zhiqiu with fierce eyes and murderous intent all over his body.
"Xiao Zhiqiu, you are digging your own grave!"
Xiao Zhiqiu didn't take it seriously.
Even if the other party's cultivation level is higher than your own.
He is also fearless.
"Hey, this is a strange thing in the world. A person in the realm of gods can only be a small slave.
Is it because the level of cultivators has become lower or your level is not enough? "
Those who can achieve the realm of gods are no ordinary people.
Its strength can be described as a giant in a star.
But we don’t rule out evil heretics who can’t stand the beating.
Everyone present was shocked by Xiao Zhiqiu's words.
Fang Leng turned out to be a cultivator in the realm of gods!
"You dare to talk nonsense in front of me even if you are a mere god! You don't overestimate your ability! You will die to me!"
Fang Leng was completely angered by these words.
Without saying a word, he went to kill Xiao Zhiqiu.
Suddenly.
A terrifying momentum swept the entire place.
However, Xiao Zhiqiu didn't care.
I saw him throwing the wooden sword in his hand into the air.
Uh-huh!
The moment the wooden sword was released.
The sword energy breaks through the air.
An unparalleled sword energy instantly suppressed the entire audience.
Fang Leng's blow just now was completely destroyed by the impact.
Then the sword energy cut through the sky.
He stabbed towards the opposite direction.
The wooden sword passed through the chest.
Kill him on the spot!
Fang Leng's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You! Qinglong Yanyue Style! How could you do this!"
Until his death, he could not figure out what it was like to be a cultivator in the realm of gods and humans.
How to develop such a powerful swordsmanship.
Xiao Zhiqiu curled his lips disdainfully.
He looked at the corpse on the ground with disdain.
"Who said I was the one who used this sword?"
Xiao Zhiqiu took back the wooden sword as he spoke.
This was given to him by Uncle Xiao Tianyun when he came here.
Let alone a cultivator in the realm of gods.
Even the supreme realm cannot take this move.
Subsequently.
Fang Leng's luck was sucked into Xiao Zhiqiu's body.
All this cannot be seen by others.
"The content in the book in the library is actually true."
Xiao Zhiqiu was surprised by the power of the library.
In my heart, I admired the mysterious and powerful head of the family even more.
Murong Longcheng also hurriedly stepped forward at this time.
Express thanks to Xiao Zhiqiu.
"My dear nephew, if you hadn't been here today, I, the Murong family, would have been dead!"
Xiao Zhiqiu waved his hand.
"It's just a piece of cake. Besides, I'm here for my uncle and sister Wanqing."
These words directly gave everyone in the Murong family a warning.
Also tell them.
There is no father and daughter Murong Longcheng.
It was not Fang Leng who fell to the ground today.
The elder of the Murong family smiled bitterly.
But he didn't dare to say anything.
Murong Longcheng felt warm in his heart.
Xiao Zhiqiu’s behavior.
Not only did it give him face.
He also made everyone in the Murong family dare not challenge his authority.
Then Xiao Zhiqiu took Murong Wanqing onto the Kowloon chariot.
However, at this moment an uninvited guest came.
"Xiao Zhiqiu, you destroyed my clone and ruined my plan, and you still want to get away easily?"
I saw a terrifying momentum falling from the sky instantly.
A man wearing a black robe and a mask appeared in the air.
There was thick black mist all around.
Everyone looked up to the sky.
I was shocked by this terrifying momentum.
"Quasi-Emperor!"
All of a sudden.
There was a commotion in the crowd.
"It's the Black Mist Quasi-Emperor!"
"Why would the Black Mist Quasi-Emperor appear here!"
"How could the Murong family provoke such a terrifying existence? The quasi-emperor is such a giant!"
For a moment, everyone showed extremely shocked eyes.
Everyone in the Murong family saw this scene.
His expression suddenly turned to fear and panic.
However, Xiao Zhiqiu's expression remained unchanged.
Then stepped forward.
Blocking in front of Murong Wanqing.
"Hey, a quasi-emperor-level slave! This is my first time seeing you."
Xiao Zhiqiu crossed his arms.
There was a playful smile on his face.
He was not surprised by the appearance of the Black Mist Quasi-Emperor.
As early as when I was browsing books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
He already knew the identity of the Black Mist Quasi-Emperor.
His face was filled with contempt.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be the final boss of the entire book!
"Do you really think your Qinglong Yanyue Style can cause harm to me? It's ridiculous! Die!"
The Black Mist Emperor suddenly felt something was not good.
It was Xiao Xuan!
I saw the white figure gradually solidifying.
If I want to kill you, it's just like crushing an ant! No matter how powerful Xiao Xuan is,
Attack Xiao Zhiqiu directly and leave.
"A mere child in the divine realm dares to do anything in front of me, even though we are so far apart.
Facing such a terrifying blow.
His hands can't be that long either! "
The wooden sword collided with the giant palm.
Not only luck will be divided.
As the Black Mist Emperor roared angrily.
It is also the final boss of the entire book!
The Black Mist Quasi-Emperor smiled instead of being angry.
And when Xiao Zhiqiu and the son of Da Lun were fighting in the book.
That comes with it.
Xiao Zhiqiu still looked calm.
It was blown apart directly.
The words fall.
To face such people.
How could Xiao Zhiqiu not make preparations?
He was not only Murong Wanqing's master in his later years.
Seeing the attack with endless killing intent, he was about to encounter Xiao Zhiqiu.
This person's luck is extremely strong.
All have indirect or direct influence on the Black Mist Quasi-Emperor.
A giant palm fell from the sky.
Xiao Zhiqiu, who had been unmoved, threw a stone into the air.
Under his influence.
Even the opportunities and great fortunes gained were swallowed up by others.
In the book, Xiao Zhiqiu is fighting with other children of destiny.
It was also Fang Leng, the slave who had been lurking beside Murong Wanqing for many years.
The wooden sword beside him swung out to meet the blow.
There is also a white figure.