Chapter 403 I'm the Unbeatable Xiaoqiang
This is so...it looks more arrogant!
Can the angels be hanged?
Jucun Burial opened his mouth so wide that he could no longer close it!
His last hope was all gathered on the wind chaser in front of him! But what does this mean now? It's clear that it's going to be cool!
"Impossible! It's absolutely impossible! I must have read it wrong! That's right! It's true that I've read it wrong!"
The village burial can only paralyze himself in this way, but only he himself knows what the real situation is!
At this time...what can he do?
"Cough...cough...cough..."
"How is it possible that in this world, there is an existence that can hurt me..."
Jucun Burial's eyes instantly tightened, and a look of extreme disbelief appeared on his face.
He is an invincible angel! Even if it is suppressed by the power of the rules of the world, it can still exert at least the combat power of a five-star king!
This big man in front of me... is stronger than him?
The answer is naturally obvious, the intermediate hell messenger is a ten-star king-level existence...
Is it surprising to hang up an envoy with five-star king-level combat power?
"You can't hurt me!"
"I am a god! I am a god! How dare you disobey the great god!"
"I will punish you! You will be punished endlessly! You are committing suicide!"
The wind chaser clenched his fists and stood up slowly, with a look of infinite glory in his eyes.
The status of God made him feel extremely honored!
In the face of these humble ants, he really has a sense of supremacy.
The key is that the previous village burial was too humble! Holding him too much makes him a little bit floating...
boom……
When the wind chaser was at the peak of his pretense, the intermediate hell messenger arrived, slapped him on the head, and slapped him directly into the city wall, sinking deep into the cracks in the city wall, unable to extricate himself...
"Tsk...why?"
"What kind of real god are you? At best, you're just a fake god..."
"There is no god of fire and godhead... This kind of counterfeit dares to show up..."
Fang Fan pouted, and said with direct contempt.
bang bang bang...
clap clap clap...
The ten-star king-level hell messenger frantically attacked the wind-chasing god messenger, beating him all over again and again...
But seven or eight minutes have passed... This guy is still so energetic...
Fang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, this resistance... simply not too strong!
"Why haven't you been killed yet?"
"Kill him!"
Fang Fan gave orders to the messenger of hell.
The attack of the hell messengers became more and more violent, but from the beginning to the end, the wind chaser was still so energetic!
No matter how many wounds there are on the body.
"Hahaha! I can't die! Even if the strength of this divine envoy is compressed, it is still an invincible divine envoy!"
"You ants can't kill me! Tsk tsk tsk... all have to die! All of you have to die!"
"Wait! When I find a chance, you...you will surely die!"
The eyes of the wind chasing god radiated an infinite light of hatred.
The humiliation suffered today is too much!
And these humiliations were all brought to him by Fang Fan!
For the first time in his life, he hated someone so much.
"Lord God Envoy...you...you can't die, hahaha! Can't die! Can't die! That's great!"
In the turbid eyes of the village burial, there is an expression of infinite excitement. This kind of feeling of village after village is not too cool!
