There’s No One I Can’t Mess With

Whoosh!

At this moment, the figure of Qingming's first son also moved, he knew that if he didn't strike, the other ten Qingming's twelve sons might not be able to catch this palm.

"If you want to make a move, pass me first!"

At this time, a small figure flashed, blocking the way of Qingming's first son, it was Ling'er.

Ling'er flipped her little hand over, and immediately slapped forward with her palm.

Da Luo Mietian Palm!

hum!

The same huge phantom of the palm shot out from Ling'er's hand, and instantly pressed down on Qingming's first son.

"Oh My God!"

At this moment, Qing Ming's first son's heart was like a stormy sea.

The two female dolls are only eight or nine years old, but they both have such fighting power. This... is this still human!

Originally, Qingming's first son thought that only Lin Momo was so powerful, but he didn't expect that Ling'er's palm was not weaker than Lin Momo's palm at all.

The other Twelve Sons of Qingming can join forces to take Lin Momo's palm at the same time, but at this moment, I can only use one person's strength to take Linger's palm forcibly.

The current him is even more dangerous than the other disciples of Qing Mingzong.

Swish!

The first son of Qingming didn't dare to be negligent, he flipped his hands quickly, and immediately waved out the top-quality fairy treasure in his hand, a huge white awn was like a waterfall that soared to the sky, instantly aroused, and met Ling'er's palm.

At the same time, on the other side, Lin Momo's palm had already landed.

boom!

With a loud sound, Lin Momo's palm that covered the sky and the sun directly hit the group of Qingmingzong disciples.

Including ten of the twelve sons of Qingming, plus other core disciples at the peak of Jinxian, and inner disciples at the later stage of Jinxian, under this palm, all of them suddenly vomited blood, and their faces were like a piece of white paper.

thump! thump! thump!

A powerful Golden Immortal expert, at this time, is scattered everywhere like tattered leather.

puff!

The second son of Qing Ming's face was pale, and his whole body was limp on the ground, and a mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth again.

The fairy treasure sword in Qingming's third son's hand had fallen to the side, and he fell into a coma.

Qingming's fourth son had one arm smashed to pieces, and there was not a single intact part of his body. He was in tatters, like a beggar who had just crawled out of a garbage dump.

"you……"

The fourth son of Qingming was terrified at this moment, he didn't know what kind of existence he had provoked, it was so powerful.

But before he could say a word, he passed out.

The fifth son of Qingming...

The sixth son of Qingming...

At this time, none of the Twelve Sons of Qingming was intact, and almost all of them were half useless, completely losing their combat effectiveness.

Except for the ten Qingming Twelve Sons, only two core disciples at the peak of Jinxian survived. The others, including those outer disciples at the later stage of Jinxian, were all photographed under the palm of Lin Momo. After the blood mist, the body dies and the road disappears.

These two core disciples at the peak of Jinxian and the ten Qingming Twelve Sons were able to save their lives under Lin Momo's palm because they were strong enough and everyone joined forces.

As for the combat power, it has already been completely lost. Even if it recovers in the future, it is unknown whether it can continue to practice and improve.

At the same time, Linger's palm was also patted.

boom!

The huge palm phantom collided with the Baimang Waterfall of Qingming's first son in mid-air, and there was a loud noise immediately.

Then, I saw the terrifying Baimang waterfall of Qingming's first son, under Ling'er's palm, it shattered like a chicken and a dog in an instant, turning into a ball of broken pieces , dissipated in mid-air.

"What! How is this possible!"

Seeing this scene, the first son of Qing Ming was stunned.

His most powerful blow, under the opponent's palm, was like an egg hitting a rock, and he couldn't even block it.

escape!

At this time, Qing Ming's first son's heart was like a stormy sea,

There was only one thought in his mind, and that was to escape.

As for the other Qingming Twelve Sons, even if he wanted to save them, he couldn't do anything.

Whoosh!

The speed of Qingming's first son was not uncommon, and he appeared a thousand meters away in the blink of an eye.

With such a speed, the average early-stage cultivator of the Immortal King may not be able to match it.

But Qingming's first son had just escaped a thousand meters, and Ling'er's palm had already been patted.

boom!

Then, a loud noise was heard, and the body of Qing Ming's first son suddenly froze, and his whole body was photographed hundreds of meters deep underground.

puff!

After several breaths, a figure crawled out from the hole hundreds of meters deep, it was the figure of Qing Ming's first son.

As soon as he appeared, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he lost consciousness and passed out.

Among the dignified Qingming Twelve Sons of the Qingming Sect, among them the first son whose strength was comparable to that of the Immortal King in the middle stage, under the palm of Ling'er, he lost his fighting power and even fell into a coma.

If you add another palm, you can directly kill this person without any effort.

You know, this is a strong man comparable to the middle stage of the Immortal King.

It can be seen from this that Lin Momo and Ling'er at this time, even if they were to kill the monks in the middle stage of the Immortal King head-on, they probably wouldn't need a few tricks.

Of course, this can only be an ordinary middle-stage immortal king monk. If he encounters a powerful peerless genius among them, he will not be able to kill him so easily.

Lin Momo and Ling'er looked at each other. Just now, those Qing Mingzong core disciples and outer disciples who were killed gave them hundreds of points.

At this moment, their points have reached 1,200.

And this doesn't count the Twelve Sons of Qingming who are still alive and the two core disciples at the peak of Jinxian.

Afterwards, the two female dolls woke up all the unconscious golden fairy disciples.

"Now are you going to hand over the points in your hands, or will my two sisters kill you and get the points directly?"

Lin Momo looked at the Qing Mingzong disciple who was lying limp on the ground in front of him, and said calmly.

"Give it, I'll give it, I'll give it to you!"

A core disciple of the Golden Immortal peak heard Lin Momo's words and said hastily.

"I will too!"

Another core disciple of the Golden Immortal peak also climbed over again and again, handing over the points to Lin Momo.

The two of them can be said to have great fate. If there was a slight discrepancy, they would have been instantly killed by Lin Momo just now. Now both of them feel like they have survived the catastrophe.

"I give!"

"I will too!"

"Don't dare not give it!"

"We give it all!"

At this time, the twelve sons of Qingming also lowered their noble heads one by one, and quickly handed over their points to Lin Momo and Ling'er.

After all, even the first son of Qingming couldn't catch the palm of the little girl, and the twelve sons of Qingming, if they were a little bit unwilling, they would be killed immediately on the spot.

subsequently.

After harvesting the points of the Twelve Sons of Qingming and the two core disciples of Jinxian Peak, Lin Momo and Linger's points soared to 2,500!

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