Dad! Love My Daughter To Death

Zhong Qinglei looked back at the cultivator who had severely injured him, his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire, full of angry bloodshots.

He gritted his teeth tightly, and the blue veins on his face bulged, as if he was going to swallow his opponent alive.

He is so unhappy!

In the beginning, if he hadn't wanted to leave this guy alive and let Liu Zhengyang cross-examine him, he could have smashed the opponent's head with one foot. As a result, because of a single thought, plus a little carelessness, he capsized in the gutter and lost to his own defeated generals.

To be honest, he would rather be killed by a cultivator who is not at the level of Dao Realm, than be hit hard by his own defeated generals!

And the cultivator who severely injured Zhong Qinglei was even more proud when he saw Zhong Qinglei's unwilling expression.

He laughed wildly, and said to Zhong Qinglei with a victorious attitude: "When you stepped on my head just now, didn't you feel good? Didn't you expect the feng shui to turn so quickly? Why don't I give it to you? Five seconds, you stand up and try desperately with me?"

"Little! People! Got! Chi!" Zhong Qinglei gritted his teeth and said word by word.

However, Zhong Qinglei's opponent did not feel that Zhong Qinglei was insulting him at all, but laughed triumphantly: "Seeing that you are obviously very unwilling, but you have to accept failure, I am happier than breaking through to the realm of Tao! I will remember you forever!"

At the same time, the three Taoist monks who had fought fiercely with Zhong Qinglei also rushed up.

They didn't kill Zhong Qinglei immediately.

Because after discovering that Zhong Qinglei was severely injured, they all looked at Zhong Qinglei jokingly, as if they were watching a play.

They all enjoyed the moment.

They have a sense of accomplishment when they see an opponent who once made them unable to win easily by joining forces falls in front of them.

Zhong Qinglei became more and more annoyed, and coldly shouted at the cultivator who severely injured him: "Do you want to remember what I look like now for a lifetime? Very good! Then I will let your life come to an end in front of me!"

Suddenly, Zhong Qinglei erupted into trouble.

Even though he had been severely injured, he gritted his teeth, stood up recklessly, and let out an angry roar like a beast, punching the opponent's heart with all his strength.

The troubled cultivator was still laughing triumphantly, and he never thought to guard against Zhong Qinglei. In this case, he, who was already in a weak position, didn't even have time to react, and he was already penetrated by Zhong Qinglei's fist.

Zhong Qinglei's blood-red fist even pierced through the back of the monk's heart.

The cultivator who was doing the trouble was stunned, his eyes widened, and he said incredulously: "How is it possible? The person who should win is obviously me, I have already defeated you, things shouldn't turn out like this..."

In the end, he was severely beaten and gradually lost so much blood that he didn't even have the strength to speak loudly.

As soon as his legs became weak, he fell limply and died.

Of course, Zhong Qinglei's last blow completely consumed his strength.

After killing his opponent, he smiled with relief, and also leaned limply on the monk who was doing the trouble.

Although his life was not in danger for the time being, he really didn't have the strength to move his fingers.

Even if the three Taoist monks next to him wanted his life, he was unable to struggle.

And the three cultivators at the Tao level were really startled when they saw Zhong Qinglei struggling to the death.

They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until they saw Zhong Qinglei fall.