Jonson Charles knelt on the ground, his eyes wide open, his teeth gritted, his forehead was exposed, and his fingernails were embedded in the picture. He was now a little suspicious of his life.
The heart was twitching, and the strength in the whole body seemed to have evaporated, and I couldn’t use any strength at all!!
Why!
Why is this happening!!
Since he inherited the title of Lancelot and possessed the legendary armor and long sword, he has never been defeated. Even the legendary Holy Spirit powerful man, he has the confidence to fight with him.
However, this time, he was defeated by a Chinese warrior who had never been known before!!
and!
Still a comprehensive crush!!
The other party easily shattered the undestroyed lake light with just one finger!!
How is this possible!!
Why is this happening!!
Jonson Charles looked up suddenly, stared at Qin Heng with a tight look, and roared in a low voice: "Who are you, who are you, why are you so strong, why!!"
Qin Heng's strength is completely beyond Jonson Charles' imagination!!
He can actually blast the Sword with one finger!
It's simply incredible!
This is simply a power of miracles of destruction!!
Even the girl in London who holds the holy sword and inherits the title of King Arthur may not have such power!!
She is a powerful man at the Holy Spirit level!!
Why!
Why is this Chinese warrior so powerful?!
"You want to know, why am I strong?" Qin Heng looked at Jonson Charles with some amusingness, as if he was looking at a fool, as if he had heard a funny question from Ten Men.
"Tell me! Tell me!!" Jonson Charles roared almost madly.
He really couldn't understand why Qin Heng was such a terrifying existence in the world, such strength, why was he unknown in the extraordinary world, and why had he never heard of such a peerless genius?
Anyone who becomes strong is a process, and a person who is incredibly powerful will never appear out of thin air!!
"Many people have asked me about this question." Qin Heng smiled and said, "The Hedao Dixian, who is the master of the great sect in the universe, asked me, and the Buddha Heavenly Lord and even the Emperor of Heaven in the Immortal World have asked me.
Why am I so strong? Why am I able to compete with them in such a short time? Even far beyond them, why is this, they cannot understand.
In fact, there is no secret, and there is no trick. Everything is just because I am diligent enough. If I hadn’t practiced hard for those few seconds, I would definitely not have the strength I am now.”
"You...you, you!!!?" Jonson Charles was stunned, completely confused, widened his eyes, looked at Qin Heng in disbelief, opened his mouth wide, and couldn't say a word!
!
What does it mean to practice hard for those seconds!!
How many seconds have you practiced!?
It's so strong in a few seconds!??
He actually claims to be diligent enough!?
A few seconds of practice is called diligence!!
Damn it!!
hateful!
It's really hateful!!
Jonson Charles was completely speechless, and only felt the blood and blood in his body surged, his heart was filled with fire, his eyes were red, and his whole face was bloodshot. He felt his heart was about to explode!!
So angry!!
Really angry!!
Why, why are there such pretentious people in the world!!
Why is he still so strong!!
Why!!
"Ahhhhh!" Jonson Charles roared, spewing blood to the sky, lying directly on the ground, his eyes wide open, his eyes were so angry that he was gushing out of his mouth, and his body twitched a few times.
Then stop moving.
"Uh?" Qin Heng was stunned when he saw this. He walked over and looked at it. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitched a few times, and said in surprise: "Die? His heart exploded. Is this agitated and angry? This is too much
It's a glass heart."
I was just telling the truth, and there was no lie.
If you hadn't practiced seriously and practiced immortality hard, how could you refine Qi at the age of seven, Nascent Soul at the age of eight, and ascend to become an immortal at the age of fifteen. Without this diligence, how could you have attained Daluo at the age of eighteen?
At the age of nine, he achieved the position of Eternal Immortal Emperor and made arbitrary decisions forever!
All of this is because I am diligent and hardworking enough.
After being reborn in this parallel world, if you have not practiced hard on the plane for a few seconds, how could you reach the peak of Qi refining? How could you have the current strength?
This is all the truth!
Unfortunately, Jonson Charles didn't believe it at all!
He could not understand this situation at all. He resented the injustice of the laws of nature and was extremely angry. The strong man at the peak of S-level, the British Round Table Knight, was actually pissed to death!!
"He, is he really dead?" Song Ningran looked at Jonson Charles' body with an incredible look on his face and said in surprise: "He is, he is so angry that he was so angry that you said just now?"
"Maybe." Qin Heng sighed helplessly, shook his head, and said with disappointment: "This foreign cultivator has a poor mind and cultivation level. He can't even bear a few words of truth from me. No wonder he has weak strength.
It looks like an ant."
"Yes, is that true?" Song Ningran was a little confused. She didn't know much about the things between warriors and had no clear idea of what Qin Heng said just now.
"Okay, don't be afraid." Qin Heng thought Song Ningran was still in shock, so he gently touched her hair and smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll take you home. Yun Lingsu's meal should have just been prepared.
Just go back and eat.”
"Go back, go home?" Song Ningran was stunned at first, then hugged Qin Heng suddenly, cried, and buried his head in Qin Heng's arms, "Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
Tonight, she was really wronged.
If Qin Heng hadn't come to save her, she wouldn't have dared to imagine what would happen next. Fortunately, Qin Heng was here!!
go home!
The home is truly safe!!
...
Meanwhile, England, London.
In a Gothic castle outside the country, the luxurious bedroom was brightly lit. A blond girl in a white nightgown was sitting upright in the air, floating, her whole body was filled with milky white light.
Her face was extremely beautiful and holy, as if she was the holy envoy from heaven, sacred and inviolable, and her body seemed to have natural majesty, like a king who ruled the world, and was above all sentient beings.
On the table not far away in front of her, there were twelve silver chess pieces placed around a round table model, and were carved very exquisitely, which was a masterpiece.
Bang!!
Suddenly, with a crisp sound, one of the chess pieces shattered, with the name "Lancelot" engraved on it.
The girl then opened her eyes.
Her green eyes, like the most exquisite and kind gem in the world, were brighter than the lights in this bedroom. Her eyes were indifferent and calm, and she looked at the chess piece that symbolized Lancelot.
"Is the ancient land of gods China? Something interesting..."