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C772 Rolling

A fist came flying at him.

It was ordinary and ordinary, but it was precisely this calm fist which was not the least bit gaudy. Pure physical strength was like a volcano hidden at the bottom of the sea, preventing any movement.

His fist danced.

He did not know that the bamboo in the bamboo forest had been broken by the wind.

It made a slight sound.

The entire hillside was shaking.

It was as if the top of the mountain was about to collapse.

At first, Zhu Yan did not notice anything, and she mocked Yang Ping, who had lost all of her strength, for her fist to land in front of him, but at this moment, her hair was standing on end. She felt that what she was facing was not a person's fist, but a mountain's power.

He subconsciously retreated.

However, no matter how much he retreated, he discovered to his shock that he was unable to dodge the enveloping mountain.

A punch in the chest.

Zhu Yan only felt that not only did her bones shatter, the power of her fist had seeped into the organs of the cells and suffered a fatal damage to her third form, being unable to withstand the power of the punch. It was simply unacceptable.

He was seriously injured.

He knocked down a row of green bamboo.

That was a green bamboo personally planted by the Madame Zhu. Its vitality was extremely tenacious, but when Zhu Yan struck it, it was completely uprooted.

"You …"

Zhu Yan coughed blood, gritted her teeth, and said, "You're actually not crippled."

Everyone thought that Yang Ping was crippled, and did it for the sake of Zhu Xi. However, the strength she was displaying now was much more powerful than before. Zhu Yan instantly thought that perhaps this was a conspiracy, and Yang Ping deliberately revealed an opening, allowing the person hiding in the darkness to jump out and catch him in one fell swoop.

Yang Ping looked at her fist and ignored Zhu Yan's shock. Actually, she himself was also very shocked.

This punch was beyond imagination.

He sighed softly, unconsciously shook his head and laughed.

Body of Top Yang s were worthy of being called the strongest physique in the world. Just the strength of their physiques was enough to erase the disparity in their realms. He was sure that the Body of Top Yang had a specific cultivation technique, but he did not manage to figure it out.

Sou sou!

In a moment of shock, the spirit art began to wrap around his body.

Zhu Yan continuously used several powerful spirit arts in an attempt to trap and kill Yang Ping. At this moment, her heart was filled with boundless rage. She thought that after the third form of the Ultimate Warrior was completed, he would be invincible under the Saints, and could even contend against them. However, she didn't think that she would be sent flying by Yang Ping's punch.

This was an extraordinary shame and humiliation.

He roared angrily, "Spirit technique, ten thousand tombs!"

Countless white vengeful spirits appeared around him as they roared at Yang Ping. After crawling out from the Thousand Burial Grounds, the grievances of an aggrieved soul were nothing. However, countless grievances had been gathered together, creating a power that even the Saints were afraid of.

Seeing the hope for revenge, the ghosts all pounced towards Yang Ping.

The densely packed White Shadow s annihilated Yang Ping.

Zhu Yan coughed blood and laughed out loud: "Brat, I'll let you have a taste of being bitten to death by the vengeful spirit." Looking at the ghosts pouncing towards Yang Ping, his face twisted in anger as she laughed sinisterly, "I have spent nearly twenty years of effort, gone through too many hardships, and endured too many hardships to cultivate to my third form. Do you think I will be able to defeat you so easily?"

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, the vengeful spirit screamed miserably.

A ray of light shot up into the sky. It was Qi and blood, incomparably tyrannical Qi and blood, and just by relying on one's instincts, it was able to radiate for an extremely long time. The spirits of the wronged were swept away by Qi and blood, disappearing one after another.

Zhu Yan was dumbstruck, and said in shock: "Impossible!"

Yang Ping was safe and sound, she was not even injured. She stared at Zhu Yan and said: "Let me correct you, that isn't called a spirit technique. Once a spirit technique is transformed, its power will be weakened a lot. Uncle Zhu, go back to the shore. You won't be able to succeed in the current Dragon City. And my opponent is also not you. "

Zhu Yan was looked down upon, and bellowed out, "Brat, did you think you could be so arrogant just now after defeating me? I'll let you see now how powerful the Ultimate Warrior is."

"Evolution!"

After he finished speaking, Zhu Yan's body began to change, a layer of black keratin covered every part of him, and the aura on her body rose bit by bit, to the point where it reached an unimaginable realm. The thing that changed the most was his eyes.

The horn seeped out of his skin like a biochemical warrior.

A heavy and oppressive aura emitted from Zhu Yan's body. Wang Fuying who was knocked to the ground and smashed to death could no longer withstand the aura. With a strange cry, he rushed down the mountain. Because Zhu Yan was too strong, she was so strong that her energy field was affected. The place Wang Fuying laid on was too close, and he could not withstand the pressure, or else he would be crushed to death if he continued to stay.

Zhu Yan said coldly: "Die!"

He punched out.

The fist power rushed into the sky, striking Wang Fuying who was running down the mountain.

Separated by a hundred meters, Wang Fuying screamed miserably as his body exploded with a single punch. A bloody mist filled the air on the hillside, appearing to be incomparably bloody and shocking.

Zhu Yan clenched her fists, grinned, and revealed a sinister smile, and said: "It feels so good. This power is what I want. " She then raised her head and locked onto Yang Ping, "Brat, let me show you how powerful the third form of the Ultimate Warrior is."

"Wuu, wuu ~ ~ ~"

He crouched and dove.

Its speed was so fast that it couldn't be described with words. It instantly arrived in front of Yang Ping and struck her chest.

This was not all, with one punch striking, the other fist striking out as well. Zhu Yan, with an angry heart and a might that overflowed the heavens, punched out with every single fist. Every punch was as heavy as a mountain, and ruthlessly struck Yang Ping's chest.

To be struck in the same place, the destructive power produced was incalculable.

Water dripped down.

What's more, it was a thick fist.

Zhu Yan didn't know how much money she had hit, but she felt that it was enough. Even if it was a steel plate, one punch would still pierce through it, not to mention the fact that Yang Ping had suffered so many punches.

Zhu Yan's body flew backwards and landed on the ground, then laughed coldly: "Seek your own way of thinking. I didn't want to kill you, but you ruined my plans. "To be able to die in my third form is your blessing …" Before she could finish her words, his cold eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling incomparable shock.

Yang Ping actually did not die.

Not only was he not dead, his clothes were only slightly wrinkled.

How is this possible?

Yang Ping patted her chest, and shook his head: "I told you, my opponent wasn't you. Why bother me? Uncle Zhu, this is the last time I will call you out. If you attack again, I will not be polite. "

Zhu Yan was crazy.1

His hair stood on end as he roared, "Impossible! I am invincible! This must be an illusion. "

Zhu Yan attacked again, the horned substance on her arm melted, the power of her fist was nourished. With one punch, a strong gust of wind blew, it was much stronger than before. He did not believe that it was evil, and her killing intent towards Yang Ping had never been heavier than before.

The fist was like a yacht that left a long mark on the surface of the water. That was the fluctuation created when the fist split the air. Because the fist was too fast, it was absorbed by the fist before it could disperse.

This punch was truly very strong.

When one's strength reached a certain level, they would rely on their fists to speak.

Bang!

Zhu Yan used all her strength and struck towards Yang Ping's head.

No, under his fist, there was no such thing as brain matter as brain matter bursting. This was because one punch could evaporate the blood and brain matter, and because his fist was rubbing against the air, the temperature was extremely high.

I didn't torture you to death, but I did kill you.

Zhu Yan thought.

Ka-cha! *

But what Zhu Yan couldn't accept even if he died, facing his full power attack, Yang Ping slowly raised her hand and grabbed onto his attacking fist. Let the mountains collapse and the earth shatter, I will remain as unmoving as a mountain. Grabbing his fist, she flung it towards the ground, causing Zhu Yan's body to hit the ground fiercely.

Boom!

A deep pit appeared.

Zhu Yan spat out blood, which was embedded in the mud.

Yang Ping shook his head and muttered: "I told you not to hit me again, you clearly knew that you wouldn't succeed, I truly admire you." He raised his head and looked down the mountain, saying, "Since you've come, then appear. I know that you've been hiding here for a long time."

"Body of Top Yang, you live up to your name."

Applause rang out.

A beautiful figure slowly ascended the mountain from the foot of the mountain.

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