My Internet Café In Another World

As soon as Wan Ci's words came out, all the people present were pale!

That light smile, then palm person life and death, let a person cold!

Rao is the most powerful Lin Yueru among all the people. He works hard to activate his true Qi and stirs up a piece of golden sword Qi. He can't even break the invisible pressure, and his actions are limited.

Let alone fight back!

"Thank you very much, elder martial brother I'll tell you the location of the old ghost in detail as elder martial brother later. The elder martial brother is responsible for it all. "

"No, my younger martial brother has worked hard." With a gentle smile and a brush in his hand, all the people in the yard, except Wan Bei, are under great pressure.

Poof!

Many people, are pressed, spit blood on the spot.

Especially for a weak woman like Shu Lan, her viscera are in great pain.

Wanci, this is to use great pressure to press all the people present into meat pulp!

Wan CI still gave a kind smile, but in a moment, a little surprise flashed in his eyes.

I saw in the field, the townspeople's body has a holy spring general light, fell on them, for their treatment.

It's Zhao ling'er's "Guanyin curse"!

"Why? How could anyone else act? " Wan CI looked at Zhao ling'er in surprise, and then lost interest:

"my Ten Thousand Buddhas will be under more and more pressure. Even if I can still move for a while, as long as I can't leave the yard, sooner or later, I will be squeezed into fly ash. No matter how I struggle, it's futile."

Wan Ci's tone was light, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter.

But he just took two steps, and his face changed slightly.

At first, Zhao ling'er's heart was divided into several uses, and he was able to bless four or five people at the same time. Soon, Zhao ling'er's "Avalokitesvara" could cover almost ten people, constantly blessing them, bringing many women back from their dying blood.

After that, Zhao linger was able to treat more than 100 people on the scene. For a while, although the danger continued, none of them really died.

If it wasn't for Zhao ling'er, many people would have been unable to hold on.

"Where are the pagans who dare to show off in front of me?"

Wan CI walks slowly towards Zhao ling'er. His eyes are indifferent. In his opinion, Zhao ling'er is a dying man. He can't protect himself. How can he spare time to protect others?

Zhao ling'er was very angry. Seeing Wan CI coming to him, she was not afraid at all. She asked directly:

"when you leave your family, you should be compassionate. Saving a life is better than building a seven level putu. Why do you hurt others like this?"

"Ha ha." Wan said with a sneer:

"I'm the left Dharma protector under the great mercy Bodhi mingzong throne, Wan CI. This is just to clean up the source of toxin and avoid the spread of corpse poison. It's really my duty."

"Buddha said: I don't go to hell, who goes to hell?"

"Your Highness, stop talking and run away quickly!"

The poison fairy urged.

This Wan CI is also 55 level, extremely powerful, face-to-face, absolutely hopeless.

But if Zhao ling'er just escaped, it should be possible to rely on the power of Tu Ling Zhu and her goddess.

However, Zhao ling'er was resolute and said to Wan CI:

"if you really have a good reason, I can't refute it, but you just depend on this point, you can't take their lives and tolerate it!"

"In your opinion, you are a great mage. You have all kinds of magic power. You are in charge of people's life and death, so people's lives are insignificant, right?"

Wan Ci was stunned, and then said with a smile: "ha ha, little girl, can you still beat me?"

The smile on WAN Ci's face is cold. If a little girl frightens him today, his face will be ruined.

Think of this, his hand once again, against Zhao ling'er, the force of oppression in vain and suddenly doubled.

But Zhao ling'er, still standing in the same place, didn't seem to be bound by Wan CI like others.

Zhao ling'er wanted to talk again, but at this time, a concerned voice came:

"ling'er, don't talk to him anymore. Since he doesn't understand anything and doesn't want to understand anything, call until he understands it. "

"Who is it?" Wan CI frowned for the first time.

But the next moment, his face changed.

A touch of sword Qi, cut through the sky, from the sky, suddenly hit him!

The crowd was shocked.

I saw a huge sword with a length of more than 10 Zhang and a width of more than 10 Zhang. It was born across the sky, condensed with the air, and exuded the spirit of lingran. The point of the sword was straight down, pierced the invisible pressure in the void, and rolled towards wanci!

A sword can make the sky clear, and the blade is shining with a frightening cold air under the blazing sun!

It's like a sword thrown by an ancient god above the clouds!Wan Ci's face changed greatly. He felt that he had been locked by the huge sword. He rushed out several magic shields, but he was not at ease. He also sacrificed a talisman.

But, no use!

"Crackling!"

The huge sword rolled down, but his shield was only pierced like plastic, making a crackling sound, and the huge sword didn't even slow down!

A sword down, a sword dust, a sword sky!

Boom!

The heaven and earth were shocked by it. The huge sword was nailed into the ground and penetrated into the earth a full depth.

Wan Ci, who had been blocked by his cassock before, was forced to protect his cassock, which was also a purple equipment. However, the end result was that the purple cassock was punctured on the spot, and WAN Bei was nailed to the huge sword!

Everyone felt the pressure on their body suddenly dissipated, and finally they could breathe smoothly!

"It must be the grown-up!"

The mayor was overjoyed. In a short period of two days, he didn't know how many times he had walked in front of the gate of death.

Now that the adult is here, surely he can save them!

Sure enough, in the distance, a man came in the air. His robes were blown so loud that his sword spirit didn't dissipate. He was like a peerless sword God.

"Why are you again?" Wan Bei's pupil shrinks.

"Who are you?" Wan Ci was shocked. He was stabbed in the back by the sword. He was frightened and scared.

But Shen Lang didn't answer him. He came up to shine on WAN Ci's face, which was a blow!

Get through!

-34！

A red injury number rises from Wan Ci's head.

-41！

-33！

-35！

Shen Lang was not polite at all. One punch after another made his face tremble.

Although the real damage is low, but this fist, hitting Wan Ci's face, which is biased towards the magic department, is enough to make Wan Ci's face a pig!

Before that, master Wan Ci, who lived and died with the palm of his hand, was no longer a man in the twinkling of an eye!

"Poof!"

Wan CI vomited out his broken teeth and was in a state of embarrassment. He tried his best to push the magic. However, a breath of wine filled his nose. Suddenly, several swords penetrated into his body and hurt him by thousands of points. His legs were so soft that he didn't dare to move any more, so he had to be beaten.

After ten minutes, Wan Ci was beaten to death.