Chapter 1805, Don’t Die Too Miserable

Hegemon's power has been accumulating underground, and now it suddenly explodes!

A golden dragon bursts out of the ground!

Thor's attention was entirely on the two women in front of him, and he couldn't react at all.

What's more, in his current state, even if he reacts, he can't escape at all!

The golden dragon is extremely fast and can penetrate Thor from bottom to top in the blink of an eye!

"Ouch!"

The sharp wailing soared into the sky, even surpassing the old monk's roar just now, making everyone's scalp numb.

"Fuck you!"

"who……"

Thor almost died from the pain. He mobilized all his remaining strength and barely managed to save his life.

At this moment, this extremely arrogant so-called ‘Thunder God’ cursed one after another the quintessence of the Chinese nation.

Qin Feng stood proudly in the void, looking sideways at all living beings.

"Little thief!"

"Don't rush to praise me! It's not over yet!"

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

Just like Gongbei's encounter not long ago, the Overlord Spear began to spin crazily inside Thor's body!

"Ouch!"

"Ouch!"

"I'm so sorry..."

Thor was going crazy, and he kept yelling angrily, with a face like gold paper.

The look of extreme pain made even Lancelot, a god, feel a chill running down his back.

He frowned, his tone admiring.

"The culture of Daxia really has a long history. This method of attack should be some kind of torture from ancient times, right?"

Lin Que and others looked at each other: No, you are wrong, this guy is totally good at this!

Qin Feng didn't notice the strange looks in other people's eyes. He held his head high and had an unfathomable look on his face.

"What Ye Ni said is right."

"People must learn to grow up slowly."

"If it's just these two moments, how can I still dominate the Houting Avenue?"

"Everyone, have you ever seen Overlord Gun shake his head?"

No one answered, and he wasn't upset.

"Today, I will let you have a good experience!"

After the words fell, the Overlord Gun stopped rotating.

Then, the tip of the spear was bent at ninety degrees and pierced out from Thor's abdomen.

Snapped!

Qin Feng snapped his fingers again.

The protruding spear tip actually began to fly up and down and sway left and right according to a certain frequency!

Lin Hua and Tang Lin were stunned, and they both forgot to take this opportunity to recover from their injuries.

Yang Dingfeng's eyes were blank and he said subconsciously.

"Why do I think Qin Feng should have a DJ song here?"

As he spoke, he actually started humming softly along with the dancing tip of the spear.

"If I were DJ, would you love me, would you love me..."

There's another picture!

Soon, Thor's screams gradually became weak.

As the last ray of divine power was exhausted, the dancing Overlord Spear minced all his internal organs.

There is no doubt that Thor is dead.

Qin Feng made a big move, and the Overlord Spear returned to his hand, and he retreated behind Lin Que.

"Lin Quede, how are you? I've made a lot of progress, right?"

Lin Que felt a chill in his heart.

"Qin Baldy, your fun is getting more and more fancy."

"Then Thor's death was too tragic!"

At the same time, the battle on the ground finally came to an end.

The old monk's violent momentum made Lance Rocky, a pseudo-saint, feel numb!

This descendant of the legendary knight did not dare to show his strength at this moment, and retreated behind Lancelot in a flash.

The old monk's Dharma was so profound that he retained half of his sanity after all.

He did not fight Lancelot immediately, but rose into the air and blocked Lin Que and others.

He stared at Lancelot.

"Today, I will fight you to the death!"

After Qin Feng's episode, everyone's hearts were in their throats again.

At this moment, the battlefield seemed empty.

Of the Western gods, only Lancelot and Lancelot are left.

Lin Que's side had the numerical advantage.

But they all suffered varying degrees of injuries.

They couldn't see through the depth of the old monk's strength.

But facing a false saint and a god, he must be alone.

Lancelot's eyes fell on the old monk, and his heart was full of fear.

His intuition told him that this monk was not that strong.

But as a saint, he couldn't see through the old monk's depth.

For a moment, he didn't even dare to take the lead.

The situation on the battlefield was at a stalemate.

…

Tiandao Academy, Thatched Cottage.

The mountains are rolling and surrounded by verdant green.

On top of the highest mountain.

The waterfall seems to come from the nine heavens, pouring down.

It fell into the river at the foot of the mountain and rushed away.

Next to the waterfall, Mr. Du sat on a bamboo chair.

The water vapor mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants comes from the pavement, which is very pleasant.

His face became particularly peaceful, he took a few puffs from the cigarette rod and blew out a smoke ring comfortably.

"Huh~."

“It’s time to end over at the Daxia border, right?”

As soon as he finished speaking, there were footsteps behind him.

A woman appeared behind Mr. Du.

This woman is wearing hot pants, and her long and round legs are like a pair of perfect works of art.

The white T-shirt was not loose and fit just right, fully showing off her choppy upper body.

Her facial features were perfect, and her eyes held maturity and determination.

This appearance fits perfectly with the word "royal sister".

The person who came was none other than Qin Qing.

"Master, junior brother and the others have already entered the 13th Guixiao training camp."

Mr. Du nodded.

"The troubled times are coming. It would be beneficial for them to improve their strength quickly."

"Where's the fourth child?"

There was a hint of apology in Qin Qing's eyes.

"Master, I have used all my strength to search."

"But there is still no news about the fourth junior brother."

Mr. Du smiled lightly, without any intention of blaming her.

"You don't have to blame yourself, and don't be anxious."

"He has his own way to go."

"Since he hasn't shown up yet, it means the time has not come yet."

Qin Qing didn't dwell too much on this matter.

"Master, junior brother and the others are coming back."

"Right now, I'm on the border of Daxia, entangled by Lancelot."

"Should we go help?"

Mr. Du's eyes became profound.

"No need."

"The gods in the West are not here, and the border issue is just a fool's errand."

"Besides, Tang Xiaohu and those little kids are more anxious than you."

"We don't need to worry."

Qin Qing did not insist anymore.

"All right."

"It's also a good thing to let that kid suffer a little."

Even though she said this, the worry in her beautiful eyes could not go away at all.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Du spoke again.

"Go and call Abei and Jiang Chen. I have something to do, so I asked him to come with me."

"yes."

Mr. Du turned his eyes and was thinking about something.

After thinking for a long time, he said again.

"Let's put the matter of Thirteen aside for now."

"There is a dog trainer at the Kyoto Night Patrol Division headquarters, number 009."

"Go there yourself and tell him."

"It's time to go home."

"Dog trainer?"

Qin Qingmei's eyes were full of doubts.

But the master has always been unpredictable, and many things are meaningless even if she knows the answers, so she didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay, I'll do it right away."