"Damn it, damn it!"
Seeing the death of so many companions, the wind-chaser boss Kou Gao couldn't stand it anymore. He looked savage and glared at Xia Ping: "I really missed him. He actually attracted such a plague god."
"But you have killed so many of my companions, you must die, you must die!"
King's martial arts-ghost wind knife method!
With a bang, Kou Gao drew his broad sword and slashed towards Xia Ping. The real essence of the Fourth Heavenly Heaven of the Martial Master erupted from him, and the entire cottage was shaking.
He wielded a big knife, his whole body seemed to form the center of a tornado's vortex, and countless air currents were controlled by his power and condensed on the tip of the knife.
In an instant, countless airflows condensed highly, forming small blade qi, all invincible, and the howling of evil spirits faintly appeared in the void.
The people next to him can even see that strands of black aura gushing from Kou Gao's body, extremely evil, terrifying, and vicious. Once ordinary people are contaminated, even their spiritual power will be contaminated.
The ground was cut by a wind blade, and it was immediately shattered. Numerous cracks appeared, and rubble was scattered everywhere, like a spider web, densely distributed around it, crackling.
A hint of cold light appeared in Xia Ping's eyes, and he took a step forward and blasted out a palm!
Unmoving Tathagata palm!
This palm, when competing in the martial arts realm, did not know how strong it was. The true essence was condensed into a huge golden palm, like gold pouring, condensed into substance, and extremely heavy.
The lines of the golden palm seem to be very clear at this time, each line contains a trace of Buddha's power, exuding bursts of Buddha's Sanskrit singing.
Even around this golden palm, a circle of dark red flames emerged, and the sacred and evil powers were intertwined with each other, like the fusion of the powers of Buddha and demons, containing unparalleled power.
"Damn, what kind of power is this?"
Kou Gao was horrified. He was clearly a master of the fourth heaven of martial arts, and the opponent was at best the second heaven of martial arts. When it comes to the realm of martial arts, and when it comes to true power, it is only that he is stronger.
But this palm shot contained irresistible spiritual power, crushed like a tide, causing his soul to have a terrifying illusion.
He felt that the enemy opposite was not a human being, but a master of hell, carrying the power of judgment, to drive him into the eighteen layers of hell, and suffer for life after life.
Boom!
A palm slapped it and instantly tore the countless sword qi in front of him, smashing the wind blade into smash, inch by inch, even the big knife in Kou Gao's hand was shaken into a pile of scrap iron by this tyrannical force.
"Ahhh!!"
Kou Gao let out a sorrowful scream, and his whole body was shot flying by this force, and he shot and flew tens of meters away, slamming against a distant mountain wall.
Immediately, on this huge mountain wall, a huge palm print with a diameter of more than ten meters immediately appeared. The flames burned the surrounding rocks and turned them into a large amount of molten slurry.
Kou Gao was slapped on the mountain wall in this way, like a fly. He couldn't bear to spit out a big mouthful of blood, his lungs and his organs were absolutely severely injured, and his combat power was reduced by more than half.
"No way."
The remaining wind chasers were terrified. They thought that their boss could solve this arrogant kid by himself, but they didn't expect that they were not the enemy of this kid.
With just a palm, they slapped their boss high, like a mosquito on the top of the mountain. If it weren't for the strong vitality of the martial arts realm, the bones are hard, I am afraid that this kid would have been slapped to death.
It can be said that this kind of strength is terribly messed up.
The surrounding wind chaser felt the momentum on Xia Ping's body.
With a puff, immediately a bald man knelt on the ground, kneeling towards Xia Ping, crying bitterly, and begging for mercy: "This hero, spare us, spare us people a dog."
"In fact, it is not that we want to be thieves, we are all forced by this world."
"I think I was a good citizen at the beginning, guarded myself and worked hard, but a dog, mother, boss, beat me every day and insulted me. When I was a dog, he maliciously deducted my salary. What's more, he actually seduced my wife and gave me a cuckold. So in my anger, on a dark and windy night for a month, I slaughtered the couple of dogs and men together."
"That's why I had to run away and fell into the grass. The reason why I robbed caravans everywhere was just to eat a lot of food. We are essentially good people, we are good people."
"If you can spare our lives, in the future we will surely guard ourselves and stop doing bad things."
He kept kowtow, bleeding on his forehead, extremely miserable, and hoped that Xia Ping would forgive him for a dog's life.
boom!
Before he finished speaking, Xia Ping slapped him, his tyrannical vigor erupted, and the bald man's head was smashed into pieces in an instant, and his internal organs were shattered to pieces.
Even the terrifying flames burned, and immediately surrounded the bald man's body. After a few breaths, the bald man's body was burned to ashes.
"Fuck, are you still a human?"
A wind chaser yelled: "I didn't see how miserable he was. He was beaten and scolded on weekdays. He was also put on a green hat and forced to go up to Liangshan. You had to fall into the grass as a bandit. You didn't even plan to listen to it. You just slapped him. Shoot him to death. Do you still have a conscience?"
The faces of the thief around him were green. They thought that this kid was a student and had an undiminished conscience. Maybe they had sympathy for them, and they could survive by saying some bitter words.
At the worst, there will be hesitation in their hearts, which gives them a chance to escape.
After all, some students who have a sense of justice will be like this.
But wherever he could think of it, the bastard was cold-blooded and ruthless. He didn't even plan to finish the words. He slapped his bald head to death with a palm, neat and tidy. This was more brutal than their chasing wind thief.
It is completely conceivable that the brainless appearance in the West Desert City before is absolutely pretended, and this acting can be awarded the title of best actor.
"It's my shit."
Xia Ping looked at the ashes on the ground indifferently, and said: "I care about your grievances and hidden feelings. I just took a task to kill you, nothing more."
"If you have grievances and are unwilling, go and complain to Hades. This is his job."
This bald had a miserable life experience and died very unjustly, but those who were killed by the wind-chaser were unjustly unjustified and worthy of sympathy.
Because of my pitiful life and miserable background, everything is right, everything is correct, and what jokes are there. There is no such truth in this world.
He didn't bother to care about who was right and who was wrong, and he would die if he blocked his way, nothing more.
"This bastard!"
The rest of the chasing thief can be considered to understand, and it will not work to reason with this kid, and it will not work. This bastard is basically the same as them, and is terribly cruel. In essence, it is a fierce beast.