Chapter 1111: Life is better than death! (1)

The first one hundred and eleven chapters are not as good as death!
Hard to smash Qinshan three palms, may be seriously injured, will be disabled, but not necessarily die. Trek is also a top-level master of the fifth-grade peak, and he is still a bit confident about himself. Whether it is serious injury or disability, it is obviously better than death.
After a moment in his heart, Trek nodded and said, "If I finally won, I hope you promise, I can live away from here, they must not be in danger, find me trouble!" Refers to the Emperor Anzhen and Princess Anzhen.
"Hugh think! You are a big dog thief, you must die today!" Du Yong shouted with a full of hate.
"Du Tong collar!" Princess An Zhen heard the words and hurriedly made a look at Du Yong. Then I rushed to Trek, the cold road. "Whatever you do today, my royal family will never give up! But if you finally win, at least today, here, we will not embarrass you!"
"This is what you mean!" said the Emperor Anzhen nodded.
"Good! This bet, I played!" Trek looked alive.
Qin Dong’s mouth showed a sneer, a faint road.
That’s good, you are ready to pick me up.

Trek did not neglect, he immediately concentrated his mind and gathered all his spiritual strength. In the end, it was the master of the fifth-grade peak. When Trek gathered all the spiritual powers, he was covered with a visible air shield behind his body. And this gas shield is not generally thick, and it looks like a naked eye. It is more than ten inches.
In the face of such a gas shield, the mind of the Emperor of Anzhen could not help but sink. If you change to be him, let alone use the palm, even with a sword, it is difficult to break through, let alone hurt Trek.
"Come on!" Condensed into a gas shield, and Trek's look followed.
"You are a turtle shell, it is quite chic." Qin Dong looked up and looked at Trek, sneer.
"Do not talk nonsense! Let's go out!" Trek ignored the sarcasm of Qin Dong and shouted in anger.
Qin Dong’s eyes narrowed and he slowly lifted his right palm. Those who don’t know will never think of it. Qin Dong is prepared to take over Cui Ke. He will think that he is playing Tai Chi and playing well.
Qin Dong’s movements are not only slow, but the momentum is completely chilling. The feelings are relaxed and relaxed, as if it is not a life and death gamble, it is just a game to pass the time.
No matter from which aspect, Qin Dong’s actions appeared to be a little play in the eyes of the Emperor Anzhen. In a pair of eyes, there was a suspicion of unconsciously.
Trek was still a little nervous. When he saw Qin Dong’s move, his mind immediately relaxed. He said,
Mr. Qin, although your cultivation is unfathomable, my Trek is not papery. You think Can you knock me down? Hahaha... I can only say that you are too naive!"
"Is it?" Qin Dong smiled coldly, and he trembled slightly against Trek's palm. In an instant, a sharp and screaming sound rose from the sky, accompanied by a gold and silver glare from Qin Dong's palm. Out, in a blink of an eye, it hit the gas shield under Trek.
Everything that happened next, I couldn’t think of Trek, who had high hopes for the gas shield. The golden light is dazzling, the silver light flashes, and the air shield that Trek condenses with the whole body spirit is like a layer of imaginary cloud smoke. Even if it can't support it for a thousandth of a second, it will collapse.