2385: C2385 Invincibility

C2385 Invincibility

The remaining attackers were all hidden because Yang Ping did not dare to appear. His strength exceeded everyone's expectations. In just a few minutes, none of the attackers stood up. There were heavily injured people and dead people on the ground. Yang Ping stepped over the red blood and walked towards the Sangen Edifice.

No one could stop his steps!

Black night, blue sword.

The huge sword was two meters long and over a hundred kilograms in weight. It dragged on the ground and released bright sparks, but with such a heavy sword in hand, it was as light as a feather. With a wave of his hand, a sonic boom sounded in the air.

He was tall and thin, and it was hard for him to imagine the terrifying energy contained within his body.

"Wen Lan."

He reported his name and hacked his sword towards Yang Ping's head. The huge sword was like a meteor, fleeting, and in a flash, it appeared in front of his eyes. Yang Ping's face finally revealed a surprised expression as he stared at the heavy sword that was about to arrive.

"Whiz!"

Just when the heavy sword was like the wind, a sneak attack came from behind him. An expert from the red zone saw that he could take advantage of this opportunity and wanted to attack him from the front and back to kill Yang Ping.

Yang Ping was in danger.

However, Wen Lan suddenly retracted his heavy sword and forcibly cut across the river like a dragon crossing a river, sweeping across the body of the assailant. The assailant's pupils constricted as he retreated, trying to avoid the incoming blade attack. Unfortunately, he had misjudged the sword's speed and angle. Wen Lan casually swung his sword and hit that person.

The sound of bones breaking could be heard in the dark night. The man screamed as his arm exploded. He was sent flying ten meters away, severely injured and unconscious.

The onlookers sucked in a breath of cold air. They had wanted to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack and immediately put an end to their thoughts. They hid their bodies better, afraid that Wen Lan would see through them.

Ding dang!

The heavy sword fell onto the ground, emitting a clear sound.

Wen Lan raised his sword, pointed it at Yang Ping and said coldly, "You are mine."

Yang Ping smiled and shook his head, "Wen Lan, you also want to pass through me to get the qualification to enter the finals?"

Wen Lan smiled coldly and said proudly, "You are wrong, only the weak would want to win. I will sweep everyone and become the champion." He was very confident because he was born to be the disciple of that old freak and believed that he was invincible.

"Fun?" Yang Ping asked. He could feel the killing intent from Wen Lan, but he felt that Wen Lan was not a sinister person.

Wen Lan said indifferently, "My brother is dead, you have to take responsibility."

Yang Ping was silent.

There was no point in explaining now, it was just a fight!

Wen Lan made his move. His speed was ridiculously fast, like a cheetah pouncing on an antelope. The sprinting cheetah's hair flew backwards in the wind as it bit towards the neck of its prey. This required the use of physical explosive power very quickly, and it also required endurance. Wen Lan had fused the explosive power and endurance perfectly, so he couldn't see any weaknesses.

Seventh Level Stage!

Yang Ping could feel the Qi tornado in Wen Lan's body. The Qi tornado in his Dantian rotated and endless amount of Qi flowed into his meridians, finally hitting his legs and hands. Wen Lan walked in the Ancient Martial Arts of power.

The Titan God Sword!

Wen Lan shouted. The muscles on his arm swelled. His arm holding the sword was twice as thick as his other arm. The heavy sword let out a cheerful whistling sound like the descent of a Herculean god.

Titan God Sword, low rank Earth Realm Ancient Martial Arts.

When Wen Lan struck out with his sword, no matter who it was, no one dared to compete with Wen Lan's strength because Wen Lan's power would crush them into pieces.

However, what happened next surpassed Wen Lan's expectations.

Yang Ping didn't dodge like those people, but reached out a hand towards the terrifying heavy sword.

Wen Lan's face was flushed and his pupils flashed with brutality. How could Yang Ping be so contemptuous as to grasp a sword with his bare hands? His pride suffered a blow and he focused all of his strength on his heavy sword. He was determined to cut Wu Tie into two halves.

Yang Ping's expression was calm, without any hint of sadness or joy.

Boom!

The heavy sword finally touched his palm. There was no broken arm, much less blood. Wen Lan only felt the impact of the heavy sword hitting the diamond. The impact numbed his hand. With a groan, he actually took a few steps back to stabilize his body. Wen Lan looked at Yang Ping in shock. He felt incredulous.

He received the sword with his bare hands, completely unharmed.

How is this possible!?

Wen Lan sucked in a breath of cold air and stared at Yang Ping's palm. There was only a shallow mark on it; even his skin was not cut. He could not imagine how hard human skin could be. Wen Lan didn't know that Yang Ping's power had changed his body. The white dot on his forehead absorbed a lot of Qi of Top Yin s, neutralizing the Qi of Top Yang in his body, allowing his body to reach an unprecedented level in the same realm.

For example, Beverley from Mi Country's team. After being genetically modified, his skin would be filled with titanium alloy, and even an armor piercing bullet would not be able to penetrate him. If Beverley is a high-tech product, then Yang Ping is the ultimate representative of self-cultivation.

"I didn't kill your brother." Yang Ping said. He did not want to fight with Wen Lan to the death. He could see that Wen Lan had a sense of justice in his body.

Wen Lan squinted his eyes and said unhappily, "You're looking down on me?"

Yang Ping shook his head and said helplessly, "I did not underestimate you. My comrade said, when facing an enemy, you can't underestimate any enemy, because a little carelessness can cost your life. You are very strong, but I, Yang Ping, never lie. "

Wen Lan stared into Yang Ping's eyes. What he saw was honesty, calmness, and a clear conscience. For some reason, Wen Lan started to believe him, not because of his flowery words, but because of the mutual understanding in their eyes. Wen Lan felt the same kind of aura from Yang Ping. That was pride. It was disdainful to lie and use conspiracy.

"I believe you." Wen Lan clenched his heavy sword and said in a deep voice.

When Yang Ping heard this, he heaved a sigh of relief. At least Wen Lan understood reason. He didn't want those flies to kill the innocent in order to pass the final admission ticket. The martial arts world of China needed talented people, but even more so, talented people with righteousness. Wen Lan couldn't die in his hands, at least not in someone else's game.

"But I still want to kill you." Wen Lan changed the topic of the conversation and said coldly.

Yang Ping frowned and asked in confusion, "Why?"

Wen Lan caressed the heavy sword and revealed a sacred gaze, as though the heavy sword was his lover. He whispered: "It's called Blue Light, I am not allowed to fail. If the sword exists, then the sword will be destroyed and the person will die! "

Yang Ping cursed in his heart. He had never seen such a pedantic man. With a stupid sword in his hand, even if the sword were to be destroyed, the person would die. Only a living person would have hope. Dead, nothing. Unfortunately, Wen Lan was not going to listen, and once again used the Titan God Sword's Ancient Martial Arts. This time, he did not use the old move, but used the second stage of the Sword Qi.

"Boring."

Yang Ping did not take it head-on. He dodged the heavy sword and unleashed a chaotic avalanche to summon a rain of light. It landed on the heavy sword and every time the energy landed, it was like a drop of water falling on a rock. Water dripped down. The strength of his attacks had already reached the stage where he could turn the weather into rain and spring water, showing off his usual moves and showing off the might of his Ancient Martial Arts.

In the infirmary, Yang Ping had reached a new level of enlightenment.

Ding ding ding!

Wen Lan's arm vibrated. Every time the force hit, his body would tremble and his internal organs would feel extremely uncomfortable. Finally, the heavy sword left his hand and stabbed into the ground, resounding through the night. Yang Ping stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "Are you still coming?"

Looking at the trembling heavy sword, Wen Lan's expression fluctuated and finally became more determined.

Yang Ping sighed. The other party was just a retard, a retard. They had all said that they didn't want to kill him and wanted to commit suicide. That was not pride, but foolishness. There was no way to save them. Wen Lan let out a loud roar. His clothes swelled as they produced the sounds of rolling in the world. His energy poured into the heavy sword, turning it red like red-hot iron, lighting the air ablaze.

"Break apart Huashan!"

Wen Lan used one move to hack at Hua Shan, which was the ultimate move of the Herculean Divine Sword. It was so powerful that even Yang Ping could feel the threat and nodded to himself. With such strength, Wen Lan could already be considered a Apex Expert in the seventh stage.

Following that, Wen Lan witnessed a move that could not be described with words. His heart trembled as if he saw the true essence of power.

Yang Ping slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed towards the heavy sword like before.

Puff!0

Wen Lan's body shook a lot as it spun in the air. Finally, he fell to the ground and stood up with difficulty while looking at Yang Ping in shock. The heavy sword soared into the sky and was sent flying by the palm. It spun at high speeds, like a burning torch in the night sky. With a boom, it disappeared into the stone slab.

"You lost."

Yang Ping said lightly.

Wen Lan revealed a smile, bowed deeply to him and said: "You allowed me to see the true meaning of strength, allowing me to understand the usage of different levels of force. This is the realm I seek. Thank you, Yang Ping. If there are any gains in the future, I will thank you. "

With that, Wen Lan pulled out his heavy sword and disappeared into the darkness.

Yang Ping revealed a happy smile.

The night was very quiet.

After Wen Lan's failure, the other ambushers trembled and did not dare to release their auras. They continued to hide. It was only then that they knew the level of the assassin. It couldn't even be described with common sense. Wen Lan was an expert on Gold Area, but he didn't have any ability to resist Yang Ping.

Too strong. Too strong to the point of making one despair.

Yang Ping raised his head, opened his penetrating eyes and looked at the top of the Sangen Edifice. He got closer and closer to Jiang Weimin, and the aura of his body condensed. Jiang Weimin was unfathomable. As one of the four great evildoers in the capital, he already possessed Ninth Level Stage. But Yang Ping still had to challenge it, because Phoenix was by his side. He wanted to take back the phoenix and not let the phoenix become Jiang Weimin's tool.

Top floor.

Jiang Weimin stood at the window, taking in the entirety of the battle before it ended. His expression was calm, as if the power that Yang Ping had displayed was nothing more than Kid, and he said coldly: "Trash, the Gold Area participants are all trash."

Yang Ping lowered his head and continued forward.

A car passed by with glaring lights. As it passed by, the front wheel exploded, causing the car to stagger to a stop by the roadside. A woman with a big belly got off, looked at the broken front wheel with worry, and said anxiously, "What do we do, we're almost home, the car is broken." Seeing Yang Ping by the roadside, he hesitated and asked, "Can you help me?"

Yang Ping stopped walking. Knowing that it wasn't easy to tolerate a pregnancy, he helped him to change the spare tire.

The pregnant woman kept thanking him.

Just as Yang Ping was changing the spare tire, a blue scimitar struck the back of the pregnant woman.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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