fantasy novels Chapter 11 - 11 11 The Thousand-Jin Strength!
Chapter 11 - 11 11 The Thousand-Jin Strength!
11: Chapter 11: The Thousand-Jin Strength!
Black Evil Palm Wei Feng!
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Black Evil Palm Wei Feng!
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When the door was pushed open, the rotten and old wooden door let out a heavy groan.
Qin Zheng held the Ghost Head Greatsword with one hand, slung it over his shoulder, and stepped into the house.
Following that, an invisible aura began to gather inside the room.
“Aren’t you afraid of me?”
At this time, the man who was casually sitting on the bed, dressed in ill-fitting, oversized clothes, pretending to be a poor man, curiously asked.
Qin Zheng looked at the other party, and felt oddly familiar, immediately
In just a moment, Qin Zheng felt the stifling oppression on his chest suddenly cleared!
His whole being felt refreshed and different from before!
The blade that had been constantly looming over his head as if it would claim his life at any moment,
dispersed into nothingness in that instant, no longer able to affect him!
At this moment, Wei Feng stared at Qin Zheng in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.
“How is this possible?!”
“You’re just a lowly executioner.
How could you possibly possess such martial arts!!”
The mighty force was still coursing through his body, slamming into his internal organs, making him feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.
“You’re not that petty executioner.
Who the hell are you?!”
As Qin Zheng approached, Wei Feng also started to back away, shouting loudly.
Upon hearing this, a chill flashed through Qin Zheng’s eyes, and without any more chatter, he stepped forward and swung the Ghost Head Greatsword in his hand, ferociously chopping down.
He had been afraid to cause damage to his own house just now, so he hadn’t used his full strength.
Unexpectedly, he had still managed to smash a huge hole.
Well then, since it was already broken, he might as well use his full strength and see just how powerful this thousand jin of force truly was!
With this thought in mind, Qin Zheng summoned all his strength, continuously pouring it into the Ghost Head Greatsword.
The pitch-black and grim Ghost Head Greatsword traced a white streak through the air.
As the blade trembled, it pulled at the air, resounding with bursts of sound, just like the singing of a sword!
Under this strike, Wei Feng seemed petrified, unable to move.
It was almost at the moment the Ghost Head Greatsword was about to fall that he finally reacted, abruptly leaping to the side.
The blade nearly grazed his face as it fell!
Boom!!
Underneath this one strike, the uninhabited mud hut instantly collapsed.
As dust filled the air, half of Wei Feng’s face was a bloody mess.
Even if the blade had not hit him, the sheer force was enough to injure a person!
Enduring the excruciating pain caused by the twitching nerves in his face,
Wei Feng didn’t think further.
He intended to take advantage of the dust to escape.
This executioner was no ordinary man but a martial artist who was not weaker than their gang leader and had broken through three major barriers!
No wonder he dared to chop off the Young Gang Leader’s head!
He should have seen through this sooner and not be the first one to step out and expose himself!
Wei Feng’s mind was a jumble of thoughts, overwhelmed with regret.
But just as he turned around, he suddenly felt a hand grab his shoulder.
“Come and go as you please?!”
“Die for me!!”
The fierce shout in his ear was like a soul-crushing, life-stealing devil’s voice.
The pain in his shoulder told him that just this touch had already shattered his scapula into powder.
Then, Wei Feng, his face full of despair, was dragged back into the swirling dust.
Swoosh!
A blade light flashed.
The movement of the blade sent the dust and smoke scattering.
Revealed was a headless corpse in Qin Zheng’s hands, and on the ground, a head filled with nothing but despair.