The Strongest Supplier of God-level Systems

Chapter 1472: Chopped enough

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The smile on Qi Tian's face gradually faded, replaced by an indifferent face...

"Did I talk to you?"

"gossip!"

Qi Tian curled his lips, his eyes were indifferent.

These people present, the white-haired old man in front of him can't provoke him for the time being. The old wolf has already spoken to him just now. He can't see through this white-haired old man...

Old Wolf is the Saint King of the Nine-Star Sanctuary Realm, and he can't see through the existence, so there is only the Saint King.

And just now Wu Xing has been asking him to call this white-haired old man Xuanyuan Enshrine Sir...

Enshrinement...Naturally it is the enshrinement of the Reincarnation God Realm. Generally, the enshrinement of the God Realm starts at the Holy Emperor Realm.

Qi Tian's phrase "Women with Long Tongue" completely shocked the audience.

The identity of the middle-aged man in black robes is no longer a secret. This is the Battle of the Buddha, the deputy master of the Samsara Hall! One can imagine the status!

"I'm going... this... this Qitian boss is so strong... He's so coaxing, he directly vilified that the Vice-Hallmaster of the Buddha is a long-tongued woman, so I ask you if you accept it?"

"Damn... who doesn't accept this? If you don't support the wall, just obey this Qitian boss... dare to directly attack the deputy master of the Samsara Hall..."

"What can I say now? People are just awesome Krass!"

"The face of the Vice-Hall Master of the Battle of the Buddha is black...this Qitian boss will have nothing to do..."

"Who is right about this kind of thing... Maybe it's uncomfortable to see Qi Tian, ​​the deputy hall master of the Buddha's battle, slapped it, and directly crushed..."

"Haha... it makes sense, it makes sense!"

"It's a bit like dying..."

"Tsk... Be a dead little expert? It feels a bit."

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"Qi Tian! You bastard! You dare to insult my father! I killed you!"

A young man wearing a purple robe rushed out of the crowd, holding a long sword and killing him directly towards Qi Tian's position. Qi Tian glanced coldly, and looked a little familiar. His cultivation was a mid-level semi-sacred realm. ...

The speed is too fast, and the others have no time to react. As for Qi Tian... he never reacted at all, but calmly let the purple-robed young man chop the long sword on him...

Sonorous...

A loud and crisp sound was heard, and a gap appeared in the long sword in the hands of the purple-robed youth, and Qi Tian was safe and sound.

It can only be said that this level of attack power is now invalid for Qitian.

Intermediate half-holy against the six-star sanctuary realm, it is simply killing! Unorganized killing!

"Impossible...impossible..."

Seeing that his attack was ineffective, the purple-robed youth suddenly turned red, and then tried his best to prepare for a blow...

It's just that his attack seemed too pediatric to some extent.

After hacking and cutting a dozen times in a row, it was still fruitless. During this process, Qi Tian calmly lit himself a cigarette...

"Have you cut enough?"

"Now it's my turn."

Qi Tian barked his teeth with a grin, and then turned around to hold the long sword in the hands of the purple-robed youth, tossed in one direction, and then sent this long sword full of gaps into his chest...

Thorn...

boom……

Blood shot all over the ground, and the purple-robed youth suddenly stopped, his body trembled suddenly, his complexion flushed with bursts of red...

"I... I... don't want to die..."

The purple robe youth trembled his lips, he was really scared at the moment...

Qi Tian glanced lingeringly, then smoked in his left hand, holding the Seven-Star Dragon Bone Sword in his right hand, and slashed directly at the position of his neck...

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