1194: C1194 Heterodyne

C1194 Heterodyne

A lot of people came, but only Liu Junya appeared with a group of experts that had come from who knows where. They were all experts with strength between two Third Level Stage and were more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but they were all cannon fodder in the martial arts world. Liu Junya was not afraid of death, he rushed to Yang Ping's front and stared straight at him with undisguised resentment.

Yang Ping knew that there were still many people watching. He would not move until he was certain that he had lost her strength.

Liu Junya had come to probe him out.

A lot of people are happy to do it.

Furthermore, Liu Junya had brought a few experts with him, but his Qi was very obscure and could not be sensed. Yang Ping laughed, and thought to herself, sure enough, he has lost all his strength, and his perception has even decreased too much.

But Yang Ping was not afraid.

As if she was born with a spirit that was unafraid of heaven and earth, Yang Ping calmly looked at Liu Junya. He could see anger, unwillingness, and fear in her eyes, which in the end turned into intense resentment.

This was the human heart.

There was love in the human heart, but there was also hatred.

You are tolerant of others, you protect them, but the result is not necessarily tolerance, love, or possibly negative emotions. As for Yang Ping, who protected Dragon City with her life, who had nearly died and had silently paid the price, when she turned back, it was actually the probing of a large clan.

But Yang Ping would not stop, after planting a seed in his heart, she had already begun the battle with the heavens. Ming Zhu used her life to remind him, Yang Ping walking out from the endless darkness, could be considered as tempering the heart of a mortal.

The Heart of Red Dust corresponds to the Heart of Heaven.

It was relative and hostile.

Liu Junya laughed loudly, and mocked: "You indeed became trash. If it was before, you could have killed us with just a glance. Now, even if you were very calm, your calmness betrayed you. "I am certain that the current you is nothing more than a piece of trash."

"Are you not afraid of death?"

Yang Ping suddenly looked at the crowd and asked.

The other people who were looked at became silent, regardless of whether they were normal people or hidden experts, they could not withstand Yang Ping's gaze. When he looked at them, her mind revealed a huge flaw, and the hidden experts noticed, they could not help but be overwhelmed with shock.

This was the heart of the mortal world.

Invincible in the world of mortals, invincible in the world of mortals.

Unfortunately, no one knew, especially some stupid people. Liu Junya shouted, holding a bright blade in hand, he slashed at Yang Ping. This blade had a name, it was made of fine steel, it was sharp like clay, extremely sharp. Liu Junya could be considered to have some strength, at the second stage, he desperately tried it out.

After kicking him away, Yang Ping gasped for breath.

Liu Junya laid on the ground, and quickly crawled back up. Seeing Yang Ping gasping for breath, she was overjoyed, and angrily shouted: "You've lost your strength, you've really lost it, haha …"

Pfft!

Liu Junya spat out blood and then fell to the ground and died.

With a single kick, he killed a person.

To most people, it would be terrifying, but to Yang Ping, it was simply a joke. This was because Yang Ping was a peerless expert, a terrifying big shot who had pressured everyone in the Dragon City to the point that they couldn't even lift their heads up.

A deathly silence.

The gazes of those people changed when they looked at Yang Ping, and when they recalled the delicate aura that had dust in their hearts from before, they couldn't help but sweat. They didn't expect that due to the fear in their hearts, it would cause them to feel a shadow in their heart, so even if Yang Ping was a cripple, they would still not dare to move recklessly. However, Liu Junya's death proved that he had lost his strength.

Everyone looked at Yang Ping with excitement.

There was no one who was not excited, because the person who was about to be killed was a legendary figure in the Lord of Dragon City.

As long as he killed Yang Ping, it meant that his status would increase by too much in the future. There was a high possibility that he would be taken care of by too many people, and even his reputation would be above that of a saint.

Yang Ping felt their killing intent and laughed, then she picked up Liu Junya's steel blade from the ground and waved it in the air. Under the light of the blade, everyone could not help but squint.

Holding the steel blade, Yang Ping felt like she had returned to the past, that insignificant person who did not have much strength to rely on her willpower to fight in the martial arts world.

What about the steel knife?

Subsaint kill.

A palm struck first, striking Yang Ping's chest. He lowered her head, and saw an unfamiliar face, it was young, but it was very distorted. The resentment hidden in his eyes was not much weaker than Liu Junya's.

Yang Ping fell on the railing, blood trickling out from the corner of her mouth.

The man walked towards Yang Ping, his eyes gleaming with madness, and said hoarsely: "Kill him."

Kill!

Everyone pounced towards Yang Ping, weapons in their hands.

Yang Ping held his steel blade tightly, and slashed in the crowd. A cold blade attacked from behind and cut her clothes, leaving a cut on his back. Yang Ping groaned as she felt pain on his back, a pain that she had not felt in a long time. It felt like her skin was being torn apart.

But Yang Ping turned and cut him down.

A steel pipe smashed towards his head. Yang Ping used her arm to block and with a bang, the blade in her hand almost slipped out of her hands. He gritted his teeth and kicked the man away, then chopped down two people.

Just like this, Yang Ping killed her way through the crowd and fought with all her might.

The person who was the first to make a move, looked on from the side, the ridicule in his eyes becoming more and more profound, and said: "A dignified Lord of Dragon City, to actually kill lackeys for so long, you are truly too disappointing. If you still want to live after losing your power, you might as well die. "

From his point of view, Yang Ping was afraid of death, so she kept living.

Yang Ping did not answer, because she did not have the energy to watch. A group of ordinary people were chopped into pieces, like a bunch of street hoodlums fighting, and not allowed to get onto the stage. But Yang Ping felt great, it was unprecedented.

This was a real fight!

This was a battle!

The ground was covered in blood, both others' and their own. The blood mixed together and flowed towards the river, dyeing the entire ground red with Luo River Bank.

Yang Ping's body was covered in wounds, but her eyes were sharp. She pointed the steel blade at the man and issued a challenge. The person coldly snorted and said, "A cripple. You don't even have the qualifications for me to kill you."

The steel knife was broken, the web of the tiger's mouth was broken, and blood splattered everywhere.

Yang Ping smashed onto the fence again, and the fence behind him snapped, as well as a few ribs. He laughed, laughed very happily.

"Idiot."

That person laughed, not forgetting to taunt Yang Ping, as if mocking him for bringing forth endless joy and excitement. She sighed and said," The fact that a descendant of the Immortal Medicine Sect has fallen to the streets and is living a life as a hooligan, is truly disappointing. Your survival is a form of humiliation.

He raised his head to the sky and muttered, "I never thought that I would have the chance to kill a legendary expert with my own hands. He is famous throughout the martial arts world and has caused great losses to his Floating Temple."

He walked towards Yang Ping, step by step, one after another, extremely slowly.

"You are just a joke, but let me know, no matter how strong you are, before you die, everyone will be the same. It doesn't matter if you're a legend or an ordinary person, you're just a pile of dirt. "

"Let's go."

He slapped towards Yang Ping's head.

The strong wind blew in all directions.2

The killing intent was awe-inspiring.

There was nowhere to dodge.

Yang Ping quietly watched the constantly changing palm. The current him had truly lost all of her strength, and was unable to dodge the attack of a Subsaint expert. She could only watch on helplessly.

The strong pressure continued to press down on his body.

However, Yang Ping's heart was incomparably calm.

A ray of light appeared in his Spiritual World that was like still water. Under the extreme pressure of survival, in an environment that had experienced bloody battles, he continued to suppress them nonstop.

Thus, the mutated number was generated.

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