Chapter 695: The Avenger (6)
Translator: 549690339
He slowly breathed in and out, and the White clouds in the sky were attracted by him and gathered together, forming a vortex.
As the North Vanquisher King exhaled, the broken keratin was repaired, and the wound was healed.
On the other side, the two broken arms of the ‘pitch-black Dharma form’ flew over and joined together at the fracture. He said calmly, “”10000 punches.”
The North vanquishing Prince’s face was gloomy, and his breath had weakened slightly, He raised his hand and said, “”Die!”
His palm was stained with blood. It was the blood of the pitch-black Dharma power. This curse killing technique should have severely injured the pitch-black Dharma power.
But nothing happened.
This was because the demonic flame Halo behind the pitch-black Dharma form had transformed into a pitch-black relic that was emitting a warm and dense black light.
Buddhist relics were the same as Taoist golden pills, they both had the effect of being immune to all evil.
The pitch-black Dharma form charged forward, and the sound of its steps was like an earthquake.
North Vanquisher King lowered his waist and slowly clenched his fist. As his five fingers closed, the air made a muffled explosion. He grabbed the air and exploded it. One could only imagine how powerful he was.
The overbearing fist intent appeared again. In the sky, the vortex-shaped clouds suddenly collapsed.
The 12 pairs of arms suddenly merged into “Xu Qi ‘an’s” right arm and punched out.
When the two fists collided, the shockwaves did not spread out in ripples. Instead, they swept across the entire Chu Prefecture city in an instant.
It was like a Typhoon passing through, blowing away the ruins and everything on the flat ground. Everything within a radius of several miles had been cleared, and not even the ruins existed.
North vanquishing Prince’s fist cracked inch by inch, and pieces of flesh burst out.
He roared in pain and staggered back.
The pitch-black Dharma form stepped forward, and twelve pairs of fists continued to attack. They hit the North-guarding King’s chest and face, forcing him to fall back.
“Bang Bang Bang!”
The fists were so dense that ordinary people couldn’t see them with the naked eye. They hit pieces of armor, repairing and breaking them, repairing and breaking them.
is it laughable? is it laughable that you’re risking your life for mortals? ‘ Bang Bang Bang …
“Without the people, what kind of Prince are you? whose Prince are you?”
Bang Bang Bang ..
50,000, … North vanquishing Prince’s body cracked and recovered again and again. At first, he could fight back, but he was injured more and more, and gradually, he lost the power to fight back.
380,000 punches!
After the punch, Xu Qi ‘an stretched out his 12 arms, grabbed the head, arms, waist, and legs of the North vanquishing Prince, and raised him high.
At this moment, Xu Qi ‘an’s eyes swept across the quiet city wall and the city that was in ruins. The scenes of the massacre reappeared in his mind. He seemed to hear the cries of 380000 vengeful souls.
What was a strong person?
Treating mortals like ants?
It was as if he had returned to Yun Lu Academy and the sub-divine Hall, seeing himself holding a brush and writing four crooked sentences on the stone tablet:
For the sake of Heaven and earth, for the sake of the people, for the sake of inheriting the Supreme Arts, and for the sake of peace for the world.
“Kill him!”
Suddenly, a roar came from the top of the city wall. A young martial artist stood on the raised parapet and shouted with all his strength, his face ferocious.
“Kill him!”
A soldier couldn’t help but shout, but the black-robed spy beside him glared at him with killing intent.
The soldier lowered his head in fear.
Just as the black-robed spy was about to threaten him, another soldier shouted, “”Kill him!”
This time, it was as if a spark had landed on a Prairie, setting off a Prairie Fire.
More and more soldiers responded.
“Kill him!”
“Kill him!”
In a daze, Xu Qi ‘an seemed to see 380000 vengeful souls appear on the city wall, in the sky, and on the ground. They looked at him silently, and all their thoughts gathered into three words:
Kill him!
The twelve pairs of arms exerted force at the same time and tore fiercely.
He had torn the North vanquishing Prince into pieces.
A rain of blood fell.
The pitch-black Dharma form was covered in blood, as if it was an Avenger who had returned from hell.
[ PS: I’m going to write a hundred Guild’s appreciation chapter later, uh, or maybe tomorrow. Because I don’t want to brush it off, I’ll definitely spend a lot of time writing it. ]
This will delay my next chapter, so I might write the first chapter tomorrow, or I might stay up late to write the second chapter..