Chapter 411: I can't beat Xiaoqiang

This special modi... looks more awesome!
Can the gods sling them?
During the funeral in the village, his mouth opened so much that he could never close it again!
His last hope was all gathered on the wind chaser in front of him! But what does this mean now? It is clear that it is going to be cool!
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! I must have read it wrong! Right, right, right! I am indeed wrong!"
The burial in the village can only numb himself in this way, but only he knows what the real situation is!
At this time... what can he do?
"Cough...cough cough cough..."
"How is it possible that there is an existence that can hurt me in this world..."
The eyes of Jucun Buici squeezed together in an instant, and his face showed an expression of extreme disbelief.
He is an invincible envoy! Even if it is suppressed by the power of the rules of the world, it can still exert at least a five-star king-level combat effectiveness!
This big guy in front of me... is stronger than him?
The answer is naturally obvious. The Intermediate Hell Messenger is a ten-star king-level existence...
Was it surprising to sling a divine 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 want to punish you! You will be punished endlessly! You are killing yourself!"
The wind chaser clenched his fists and stood up slowly, with an expression of infinite glory in his eyes.
God made him feel supremely honored with this identity!
When facing these humble ants, he really had a sense of supremacy.
The key is that the previous burial times in the village were too humble! Holding him too much made him drift...
boom……
When the wind chaser was in the peak state of pretending, the intermediate messenger arrived, slapped him on the head, and slapped him directly into the city wall, sinking deep in the cracks of the city wall.
"Tsk... why bother?"
"Who are you a true god? At best, a false god..."
"There is no God and Fire God... this kind of counterfeit will show up..."
Fang Fan curled his lips, directly contemptuously said.
Bang bang bang...
Bang bang ......
The ten-star king-level messenger frantically attacked the wind chaser, beating him again and again...
But seven or eight minutes passed... This guy is still so energetic...
Fang Fan's eyes tightened slightly, this resistance... simply not too strong!
"Why haven't you killed yet?"
"Kill him!"
Fang Fan gave orders to the messenger of hell.
The offensive of the messenger became more and more violent, but from beginning to end, the chasing wind envoy was still so energetic!
No matter how many wounds there are on the body, this is true.
"Hahaha! I can't die! Even if this divine envoy is compressed, it is also an invincible divine envoy!"
"You ants can't kill me! Tsk tsk tsk... all have to die! All of them have to die!"
"Wait! When I find a chance, you...will definitely die!"
The eyes of the wind chaser shined with infinite hatred light.
The humiliation suffered today is too much!
And these humiliations seemed to him to be brought to him by Fang Fan!
For the first time in his life, he hated a person so much.
"My lord God...you...you can't die, hahaha! Can't die! Can't die! Great!"
The turbid eyes of the village funeral showed infinite excitement, this kind of feeling of one village after another, it is not too cool!