2813: C2813 The Terror of the Nine Yang Body

C2813 The Terror of the Nine Yang Body

Wang Fuying fell to the ground with heavy injuries and vomited three pounds of blood.

Yang Ping's loud voice was extremely domineering, causing the surrounding people to not dare to respond. Just from Wang Fuying's heavy injuries, they knew that Yang Ping was not as simple as he looked on the surface. He might be hiding his strength. The people in the dark were bewildered, and didn't dare to make a move.

Zhu Yan's expression was cold and indifferent. He also took into consideration the formidable power displayed by Yang Ping. His mind had long since surpassed Yang Ping, and he was standing on the same level as Madame Zhu.

Yang Ping...

A chicken and a dog.

Wang Fuying coughed up blood and shouted, "Master, I'm not his match. You have to be careful of his physical strength, it's very powerful."

Bang!

Zhu Yan looked at Wang Fuying with a mocking smile and said, "I thought you were one of the better trash. I didn't expect you to be trash. I apologize for my previous judgement." Glancing over, Wang Fuying screamed. His head exploded and he was killed by a wave of Spiritual Force.

When the cold wind blew, the Bamboo Mountain became even colder.

With a single glance, Zhu Yan's killing intent truly shocked the crowd, causing some people in the shadows to feel a deep sense of dread towards Zhu Yan. At least, none of them could kill Wang Fuying, a former military expert. Zhu Yan's danger level was immediately raised to the highest level.

Only Yang Ping's expression was calm.

Their eyes met.

Zhu Yan took out gloves from his pocket and slowly put them on, saying, "I have already given you a chance, but you do not treasure it. I don't get your blood, so I wear gloves. " After saying that, he slowly walked towards Yang Ping, looking down on everything. He completely looked down on Yang Ping, who had severely injured Wang Fuying just now.

In his eyes, he was perfect, unrivalled in the Dragon City.

Yang Ping silently counted Zhu Yan's steps. When the two of them were three meters apart, this was a very mysterious distance. Although it could attack others, it was still a safe distance. Yang Ping laughed, "If you really aren't afraid, you should be able to come to me. "But you don't dare."

Zhu Yan stopped walking and said lightly: "It's better to be cautious. Being cautious does not mean that you are weak, but rather that you are stronger. "

"Just a guilty conscience."

Yang Ping added.

Zhu Yan nodded and said, "At least I can be sure that you won't kill me. Even if you're lucky, even if there's a one in a million chance that you'll win against me, you still won't kill me because my daughter doesn't like seeing me die in your hands. Of course, if you don't love my daughter."

Zhu Xi!

It was Zhu Xi again!

Yang Ping's eyes flashed. Zhu Yan had always treated his daughter as a weapon and continuously disturbed his Spiritual World. He just wanted to find a flaw. It could be seen that Zhu Yan was extremely scheming. His family and relatives were just people he could take advantage of, that was all.

Yang Ping felt a chill in his heart as he felt sorry for Zhu Xi.

Who could be happy with such a father?

Therefore, he wanted to cut off all possibilities of harming Zhu Xi.

"Spirit Arts, Forbidden Sky!"

No one would have thought that he could use the legendary Spirit Arts. One must know, Spirit Techniques, was a type of attack that could control the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth through Spiritual Force, it was extremely powerful, and only belonged to Cihang Quiet Building. Not many people would use it. He didn't expect Zhu Yan to be so familiar with it.

Yang Ping was surprised and stunned for a moment.

Spirit arts, Forbidden Sky.

How could he know spirit arts?

The space was locked down, the heaven and earth shrunk down, and Yang Ping's body was wrapped in chains. The chains seemed to stretch out from the darkness of hell, trying to draw him to hell.

Yang Ping had once used his spiritual arts, Emperor Coffin, to trap Zhu Yan, but now Zhu Yan used his spiritual arts to imprison him. This was a form of irony, he did this on purpose to tell Yang Ping that his power far exceeded his imagination.

"How is it?"

Zhu Yan looked at the flabbergasted Yang Ping and smiled. "I also know spirit arts. Oh right, I forgot to tell you, the most powerful part of the forbidden air technique is not imprisonment, but …"

After pondering for a moment, Zhu Yan's eyes lit up as he shouted, "Spirit arts, plunder!"

"Tss ~ ~ ~"

Life-stealing.

This was Zhu Yan's next move. The goal of the Forbidden Sky is not to trap Yang Ping, but to create a chance for the spiritual art to plunder. Indeed, it was already impossible for Yang Ping to dodge after being robbed of his life force.

One spirit art after another.

From this, it could be seen how deep this person had hidden himself. For his final goal, he could commit suicide, he could burn himself, or he could even kill all his relatives, but he did not kill Yang Ping.

This was the hatred in Zhu Yan's heart.

He decided to use the most humiliating method to kill Yang Ping.

Due to Zhu Yanqiang's powerful spirit technique usage, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence. Some people could not help but gasp. Zhu Yan's display of strength was just the tip of the iceberg, but it already made everyone feel like they were suffocating.

A tiny bit of life was taken away.

Yang Ping remained indifferent.

Zhu Yan thought he was scared silly and laughed: "Although I don't have time to play with you, but I'm still willing to experience it better because you are a very interesting person. Yang Ping, from the first moment I saw you, I knew that you weren't simple. "

"I had a premonition that you would create obstacles for me. Sure enough, you did create a lot of trouble for me, but it doesn't matter. Everything will be over from now on."

Spiritual Art, Sky Destruction!

BOOM!

It was as if the world was collapsing and countless amounts of spiritual energy were being gathered, falling like meteors towards Yang Ping.

This was a destructive technique.

It was also the strongest spiritual technique that Zhu Yan could use.

Yang Ping was engulfed by the meteors.

It was completely silent.

Zhu Yan revealed a happy smile and heaved a sigh of relief. He finally understood a bit of karma. At least, he was the one who won.

It was worth it.

Pride.

Heaven and Earth were collapsing, and the lands quaked. These were illusions. When everything calmed down and the meteors dispersed, the hearts of the surrounding people were like dead ashes. They nervously hid their auras, not daring to reveal even the slightest bit of opportunity as they were attacked by the spirit techniques.

The meteor would eventually turn to dust.

The dust finally had to disperse.

Zhu Yan felt that Yang Ping should be lying on the ground with his body covered in blood and his bones as thin as firewood.0

The dust dispersed, revealing Yang Ping's appearance.

Zhu Yan raised his eyebrows. Surprise appeared on his face.

To his surprise, Yang Ping did not die. He stood on the spot and looked at Zhu Yan coldly. The attacks from his Spirit Techniques were useless to him. Even his clothes were not damaged.

"Interesting."

Zhu Yan laughed.

He was not disappointed, nor was he furious. Although his spiritual arts did not kill his opponent, he was still very confident. He felt that he was strong enough to suppress everything, even Yang Ping, who had displayed astonishing strength.

But it was still not enough.

Falling Sword!

Superior Earth Grade.

Its power was peerless.

Zhu Yan's powerful Ancient Martial Arts was the strongest offensive sword technique, enveloping Yang Ping.

One sword after another shot out in all directions, aiming for Yang Ping's acupoints.

Yang Ping still did not move. He just let the sword fall down and clank, clank, clank. When the sword landed on his body, it separated and disappeared without a trace.

Finally, Zhu Yan felt that something was wrong.

Spirit arts and sword techniques were useless against Yang Ping.

Yang Ping stepped forward and said, "Take my punch."

Boom!

The punch was very ordinary and was purely physical. Anyone could use a simple fist technique, which was something even the most basic disciples of Xuanming Martial Arts School could learn, the Black Tiger Fist.

With a punch, he appeared before Zhang Xuan.

However, Zhu Yan's expression changed.

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