460: C460 Aconitine

C460 Aconitine

Old Bell's pupils became a black dot, the corner of his mouth exposing two sharp teeth, he roared at Yang Ping. Zhu Yan's face became gloomy, and stared at Yang Ping's footsteps vigilantly. A distance of over 10 metres, with a single step, she was right in front of her.

Yang Ping gathered her energy and threw a punch at Old Bell.

Old Bell laughed sinisterly. To dare compete with him in physical strength, he was simply courting death. He roared loudly and pounced forward, his sharp claws holding onto the red light, trying to grab Yang Ping's head to explode it.

Zhu Yan moved behind him and thrusted the sword towards Yang Ping's back.

Bang!

The Old Bell clashed against Yang Ping and the huge tremors caused the entire hallway to fall into a short period of deathly silence. The oil paintings dropped to the ground one after another as cracks peeled off a large amount of dust and submerged the entire hallway.

Zhu Yan's sword had already reached her back and was about to pierce through.

Ah!

Old Bell opened his eyes wide, seeing lines of blood appearing on his arm and splitting apart at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. Blood flowed out from his arm and flowed down onto the ground, and intense pain came from his arm, seeping into his internal organs. He cried out towards the sky in pain, it was so painful that he wanted to die.

Yang Ping's face was cold and indifferent, her fist broke through Old Bell's claws and struck him right in the chest, her body leaned to the side, dodging Zhu Yan's Sword Qi, her body floated in the air, and with one leg, she kicked the sword away, finally floating above Old Bell's head.

Time seemed to stand still.

The silver needle in Yang Ping's hand emitted a bright light, piercing into Old Bell's head.

Zhu Yan's expression changed, and shouted: "You dare!?" Old Bell was a distinguished guest of Zhu Family, and was a representative of the European royal families. If he died in Dragon City, forget about the marriage dream between the two families, even Zhu Family would be affected.

Ah!

Her body was stiff as she blankly stared in front of him, causing Zhu Yan's heart to turn cold. Just one move, Yang Ping pierced the silver needle like how he defeated Liu Sheng.

He no longer hid his strength, and used a Heaven Flying Immortal to force Yang Ping to leave.

Yang Ping dodged the Sword Qi, she jumped about amidst the countless Sword Qi, finally using her fist to break the last strand of Sword Qi, she landed at the elevator door, her gaze cold. Old Bell's body was on the verge of collapsing as he sat on the ground. His body continuously trembled as his youthful face slowly aged, wrinkles appearing on his smooth skin. He instantly aged ten years.

That one needle strike had damaged Old Bell's balance, pushing him back from the realm of a prince.

Zhu Yan hurriedly injected some of his power into Yang Ping and barely stabilized the realm of Old Bell. She fiercely turned her head and stared at Yang Ping as she coldly said, "I have endured it so many times, but not only do you not know how to repay favors, you have even spoiled my good fortune time and time again. If I let you leave the hotel today, I, Zhu Yan, will make a huge mistake. "

Yang Ping sneered: "Idiot."

Zhu Yan laughed madly, her face turning sinister and her pupils turning black. In fact, she suddenly rose, as if she had turned into an ancient Vicious Beasts, full of dangerous aura. The sword in her palm trembled, wailed, and finally shattered into pieces which floated in the surroundings.

"Shattered Yuan Sword!"

Zhu Yan had always used the ultimate technique that she had hidden, the Shattered Yuan Sword. It was an attack from the Ancient Martial Arts at the peak of the underground realm, a move that far surpassed the Heaven Flying Immortal. As the name implied, Essence Fragment could cut through elemental energy, not to mention ordinary energy. Essence was a new type of energy that allowed one to break through the control of a Saint. The Shattered Yuan Sword cut through the air and shattered the energy.

Yang Ping became alarmed and her face turned serious. He felt a sense of deadly danger. The Shattered Yuan Sword that Zhu Yan used was extremely terrifying, the Sword Qi had not arrived yet, but it felt as though her soul was being sliced apart, it was extremely painful.

The Spiritual World he gathered showed signs of collapsing.

Not good!

Yang Ping's expression changed, she tried her best to stabilize her Spiritual World, and her body was on the verge of collapsing.

Zhu Yan stood up, expressionless, but the broken pieces of the sword around him had turned into runes, imprinting themselves in the air. Zhu Yan's body turned into a black hole, absorbing a higher level.

The Ancient Martial Arts that Zhu Yan had displayed, did not seem like the traditional Ancient Martial Arts of martial arts world. Instead, it was a mysterious move that had unfathomably changed paths.

The Shattered Yuan Sword, the Ancient Martial Arts at the peak of the underground realm was beyond common sense.

Zhu Yan walked towards Yang Ping, revealing a thick killing intent as she said coldly, "I initially didn't want to use this move too early, but you kept forcing me. Yang Ping, you should be happy about this, think that I just finished refining this move, don't blame me for not giving you the chance, you were the one who cut off your own path of retreat. "

"Shattered Yuan Sword!"

Zhu Yan was too lazy to waste words, she pointed at Yang Ping.

Yang Ping only felt that the space had condensed, and there was nothing she could do about it. It was obvious that there was an elevator behind him, but it had disappeared, and the corridor no longer existed, and the oil painting flew back. Even Zhu Yan and Old Bell had turned to dust.

After a moment of shock, he quickly regained his composure.

Since Zhu Yan had used her ultimate move in order to kill him, Yang Ping no longer needed to hide it. His eyes released a gold light, and her body turned into nothingness. One golden symbol after another appeared in her mind, and her level was higher than Zhu Yan's.

The most obvious mark of the change in the Ancient Martial Arts was the runes.

The symbols represented a higher level of power.

Yang Ping took a deep breath. Every breath she took, another rune appeared within her Spiritual World. With a flash of the rune, it condensed into a silver needle.

The battle between the two was more of a mental battle.

Be it the void or the runes, they were all used to attack the opponent's Spiritual World.

Five Elements Acupuncture!

Uniting of Five Elements!

Yang Ping bellowed, a golden needle mark appearing on her forehead.

Boom!

Yang Ping's Five Elements Formation arrived in front of him in an instant. The golden needle and Shattered Yuan Sword collided, and time stopped in that instant.

Zhu Yan coldly stared at Yang Ping, she was extremely confident in his Shattered Yuan Sword, and it was as if she could see Yang Ping getting turned into dust by his Shattered Yuan Sword, as she revealed a cold smile.

Yang Ping looked at him coldly, her heart at peace with herself.

Both of them had a strong confidence in being able to defeat the other.

Suddenly, Zhu Yan frowned, feeling that something was amiss. The Shattered Yuan Sword that he had used did not even shatter the golden needle, but instead began to show signs of breaking. Her expression changed as she cried out, "How is this possible?"

Pfft!

The Shattered Yuan Sword was not stable, it turned into particles and disappeared. The golden needle pierced through the sword fragments, piercing towards Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan felt her Spiritual World crumbling. In front of her eyes was a vast expanse of land, and only a golden needle was revolving, arriving in front of him. An extremely cold face appeared in the sky above her head. It was the arrival of a god of death.

Zhu Yan's heart trembled, revealing a look of disbelief.

How could the golden needle summon the god of death?!

It must be an illusion!

Zhu Yan roared out loud, and once again condensed the sword fragments. However, the Ancient Martial Arts that he was so proud of, in front of the Five Elements Acupuncture, was so childish and laughable.

The sky vanished, returning to reality.

Yang Ping's face was pale white, she controlled the golden needle to not pierce into Zhu Yan's forehead. If he did not control it, Zhu Yan would already be dead. In the instant he killed Zhu Yan, he thought of Zhu Xi's painful eyes and her heart softened. She did not kill him in the end.

Zhu Yan stood in her original position, her mind a blank.

How could this be?0

Yang Ping's realm was far lower than her, so how could she defeat him!

Zhu Yan was unwilling to accept this, she felt pain, confusion, and finally became incomparable berserk as she roared, "There must be someone secretly helping you, otherwise you won't be able to defeat me."

Yang Ping sighed, and flicked her finger.

The Qi hit Zhu Yan, causing him to grunt and fly out.

Yang Ping no longer bothered with him, and turned to leave.

Walking out of the hotel.

Yang Ping groaned, she spat out a mouthful of blood and forcefully controlled the Five Elements Acupuncture. The destructive energy forcefully remained in his body, suffering a backlash. At this moment, he was severely injured.

He called Sunn Wangyue.

He still had to help Zhu Xi get rid of the remaining medicinal effects, he could not delay any further, even though he was heavily injured and walking was a problem.

The call connected, but it was someone else's voice. It was cold, resentful, and full of eeriness.

"Come on, I'm waiting for you, Yang Ping."

Yang Ping's expression became grave, and said in a low voice: "Augustine, you're not dead yet."

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