1081: C1081 One Finger Rush

C1081 One Finger Rush

The Ziwei Building was notorious for being able to stop children from crying.

Although it was only Jiao Mujiao, the Golden Dragon, the Firetail Tiger, and a few hundred of the lowest ranked Star assassins, it was a total disaster for the people of the Huajia. This force was not something they could defend against.

In just a few breaths' time, the barrier of the defensive formation had reached the brink of collapse.

Once they lost the protection of the barrier, they wouldn't be far from being defeated and killed.

At this critical moment, Hua Qingwu thought of Yang Fann, the person she had predicted to be the most important person in the world.

Although she didn't think highly of Yang Fann, she couldn't care less at this moment. She wanted to give it a try. There was still a glimmer of hope. She didn't want to give it a try. She would die without a doubt.

Looking at Hua Qingwu's face full of expectation, Yang Fann's heart slightly trembled. Could it be that Hua Qingwu had already predicted that there would be such a disaster? And also predicted that he had the power to save them?

Otherwise, how could she possibly ask him for help at this time? Although they couldn't see through his cultivation and bone age, with their cultivation and strength, they should still be able to sense his young life aura without him deliberately hiding it. It definitely wouldn't be more than ten thousand years old.

At such a young age, even Peerless Evildoer, who had been hard to come by for hundreds of millions of years, could only have the combat strength of a Great Saint. As for those assassins. . . There were a total of three Holy Lord experts.

"A trace of the Divine Eye Bloodline is already so powerful. The pure blood descendant of the Divine Eye clan. . . . . . What kind of elegant bearing should they have?" Yang Fann's body trembled, and a hint of yearning flashed in his eyes. If he had the chance, he really wanted to see the Pure Blood disciples of the Divine Eye Clan.

In the next moment. . .

Yang Fann took a step forward and walked out of the Huajia's formation.

It wasn't easy for him to meet such a descendant of the Divine Eye Clan, but it was a pity that he died in the hands of these assassins who couldn't bear to see the light of day. Furthermore, this so-called assassin from the Ziwei Building was clearly ready to kill him.

"Yang. . . Young Master Yang, he. . . He. . . Could it be that. . . . . . " Looking at Yang Fann's gradually disappearing back, Hua Qingwu's heart trembled once more. Her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief. Just now, when she asked for help, she did not have much hope in her heart. She did not even think that Yang Fann would agree.

"This. . . What does this brat want to do?" In all directions, all the expert from the Huajia who were struggling to defend against the attacks of Jiao Mujiao's three Constellation Constellation looked at Yang Fann who was slowly walking forward with a puzzled expression. They couldn't understand why this brat wouldn't just stay by their young lady's side and seek protection. What was he doing here? Wasn't he just causing them trouble?

Many of them thought maliciously. Could it be that this kid wanted to surrender to Jiao Mujiao and the others just because his defense was about to be broken through?

He was really naive. Once the Ziwei Building attacked, how could they leave any survivors behind?

In just a breath's time.

Yang Fann took a step out of the Defensive Barrier.

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "

In an instant, dozens of destructive arrows shot towards him.

"He's dead, this brat is definitely dead. . . " Every single destruction arrow, It was powerful enough to severely injure or even kill a Seven Stars Quasi-saint. The combined attack of dozens of arrows of destruction was equivalent to a Eight Stars Great Saint being careless. Even a Eight Stars Great Saint could be killed, let alone a little brat like him. He was afraid that a single destructive arrow would be enough to turn him into dust.

However, very soon, everyone's eyes were replaced by horror. "Ah, I didn't see wrongly, right? This. . . How is this possible. . . "

They. . . What did they see? Just as the destructive arrows were about to hit Yang Fann, the dozens of destructive arrows disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared in this world.

"Gululu. . . "

. . .

"Yang. . . Young Master Yang. . . . . . He really. . . It really is me. . . He is my destined benefactor. . . . . . "At this moment, Hua Qingwu was completely certain of her guess. To be able to destroy dozens of Destruction Arrows without anyone knowing, This technique was not something that could be possessed by a Great Saint expert. Even a half-step Holy Lord would have a hard time dealing with it.

"Sir, you shouldn't be a member of Huajia, right? There are some things that you shouldn't interfere in. You won't have any good outcome if you offend our Ziwei Building. " Jiao Mujiao stopped his attack. A trace of vigilance flashed across his eyes as he threatened.

To be able to silently destroy dozens of destructive arrows, this force was already qualified to endanger them. If it wasn't necessary, they wouldn't want to provoke such a expert.

Even if they killed him in the end, it would usually be a waste of effort.

Moreover, the most important thing was that Black-Clothed Youth was still so young. His identity was definitely not simple.

"What's wrong? Are you threatening me?" Yang Fann looked at Jiao Mujiao with a fake smile.

"Sir, if you want to think this way, you can. For an outsider, is it worth offending the Ziwei Building?" Jiao Mujiao said with a cold smile.

"Hahaha. . . Good! Good! Good!" Yang Fann seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world as he laughed loudly, "A puny little Holy Lord actually dares to threaten me. I have to say, you really have guts. "

"What?" Jiao Mujiao's facial expression changed slightly, and a sense of unease rose in his heart.

But very quickly, that uneasiness was replaced by endless fury. Jiao Mujiao was one of the 28 Constellation Masters of Ziwei Building. When had a Holy Lord Stage to expert ever been looked down upon like this?

"Junior, you are looking for. . . "

Before Jiao Mujiao could say the word 'die', Yang Fann stretched out his hand and pointed his finger. It was just a casual finger, but in Jiao Mujiao's eyes, it was like the judgment of the heavens, making him unable to resist at all.

An ant. In Black-Clothed Youth's eyes, he, Jiao Mujiao, was really just an ant.

This was the last thought in Jiao Mujiao's mind.

"Rumble. . . "

All of the Jiao Mujiaos on Jiao Mujiao's body exploded, turning into powder.

"Half-Saint, you are Demi-Saint Ancestor. . . "

"Damn it! I have been cheated. "

. . .

The Kang Golden Dragon and the Firetail Tiger were extremely shocked. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair. They were both one of the 28 Constellation Palaces. They were well aware of Jiao Mujiao's strength. He was one of the top three in their 28 Constellation Masters. He was stronger than both of them. It was just some Peak Holy Lord who wanted to kill him. Both of them had to put in a lot of effort.

Only Demi-Saint Ancestor had the strength to become a Half Saint. He had to kill him with one finger.

The three of them were actually trying to kill a Demi-Saint Ancestor. Damn it, they were simply complaining that they didn't die fast enough.

Not to mention the fact that it was just the three of them. Even if the twenty-eight of them joined forces, they would never be a match for Demi-Saint Ancestor.

In the next moment. . .

"Rumble. . . "

The Kang Golden Dragon and the Firetail Tiger didn't even bother to greet the Star Assassins. They all unleashed their Forbidden Arts, burning their bloodline potential and fleeing into the distance.

"Trying to escape? Did you ask me?" Yang Fann sneered disdainfully. If these two ants of Holy Lord slipped away right under his nose, he would have lived in vain for so many years.

At that moment.

Yang Fann made a grabbing motion in the air.

"Rumble!" "Rumble rumble rumble!"

Two dazzling fireworks rose in the distance.

Dead! The two famous assassins of the Ziwei Building, the High Golden Dragon and the Firetail Tiger, were reduced to ashes just like that.

. . .

In a small world filled with stars in the northern wasteland.

A purple-robed man wearing a purple cloak and an emperor's mask suddenly revealed the most brutal killing intent in his eyes. It was as if the Ancient Vicious Beasts had awakened, and it was soul-stirring.2

"Someone come. Call the Six Star Lords of the Nandou Nation over. "

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