2784: C2784 Legend

C2784 Legend

Who else?

Yang Ping swept his gaze over the crowd. There seemed to be a magical power that made them feel cold. Those eyes were not like a human's eyes. Although there was no fluctuation of energy, they still sent chills down their spines.

Wu Tie's expression changed as he looked at Yang Ping in surprise. He muttered, "Strange, why do I feel a little cold?"

Brother Liao said in a deep voice, "He might be activating the last bit of energy in his body, but don't be afraid. We have so many people here, and each and every one of us is killing him."

Warrick nodded and agreed, "That's right, this power doesn't belong to him."

The others let out sighs of relief.

Just a moment ago, the crowd thought that their strength and standing had nearly caused them to flee.

Yang Ping was expressionless. His eyes swept across Young Master Lin's group and then around them. Wherever his eyes looked, the master hiding in the dark felt as if his body had been seen through. Unable to hide. Young Master Lin stepped forward and sneered, "Yang Ping, today is the day you die."

Puff!

A hand passed through Young Master Lin's body. He looked down and saw a bloody hand. There was blood on it, but what was even more terrifying was a heart beating on the palm of his hand, as if he could hear the continuation of life.

An illusion!

Young Master Lin blinked as his heart trembled. He thought, "This must be an illusion."

Because there was no pain.

Yang Ping appeared in front of everyone with the speed of a ghost. No one could see him clearly. Even with a complete face, it was still impossible to see through his movement technique. This was because his movement technique was terrifyingly fast, to the point where it gave off an illusion that he wasn't even human.

Young Master Lin fell to the ground, dying.

His heart dropped to the ground, still beating.

Yang Ping walked towards Brother Liao and crushed Young Master Lin's heart with his foot. Only then did Young Master Lin know fear, because the pain quickly spread throughout his body, making him unable to endure it anymore. His heart went cold as he howled, "Impossible, you can't kill me. My brother travels the world, and no one dares to kill me! "

As the sound grew softer, Young Master Lin understood that he was doomed. His heart was broken, and there was no possibility of saving him. He was on his last breath and wanted to ask for help. However, no one paid attention to him because everyone was backing away. Especially Brother Liao, who was being targeted.

Brother Liao was one of the top inner court disciples in Floating Temple and was also Zhang Mingxian's follower. He was at the front and back of the carriage, and when he heard that Blossom Sect had betrayed Zhang Mingxian, he took the initiative to stick his head out.

Sacred land, represented high above.

Before, when inner disciples came out of the sect, they would be treated like gods or gods. No one dared to resist, but the man in front of him had a devilish look in his eyes that made him feel fear of death.

Young Master Lin died.

He died a miserable death.

Even Young Master Lin dared to kill him, let alone himself.

Yang Ping revealed a gentle smile as if he was sizing up his prey. He didn't know why, but this kind of smile was even scarier than a demon in everyone's eyes. The gentler it was, the more murderous it would be in the next moment.

Brother Liao felt goosebumps all over his body. He was no longer as domineering as when he defeated Tao Chengxi. In front of Yang Ping, he was like a baby who had just learned how to crawl.

He knew he couldn't wait any longer, so he shouted, "Let's go together!"

Cross Medallion!

Brother Liao unleashed his Floating Temple arts, Ancient Martial Arts s, and Consecting Sky Arts. He cut the sky into two halves, turned it into a tenacious cross, and struck towards Yang Ping. This cross was even more powerful than the one that defeated Tao Chengxi. It was Brother Liao's full strength attack.

The Cross in the sky looked perfect as it came in front of Yang Ping.

Seeing that Yang Ping did not dodge, Brother Liao was ecstatic. He thought to himself, "Even if you are a god, you can't resist my cross for me. Die!" He stared at Yang Ping with a grim smile.

Ding dang!

When the cross hit Yang Ping's body, it made a crisp sound and then the cross shattered. Brother Liao was scared to death and screamed, "Impossible! You can't defend against my cross even if you want to. It must be an illusion!"

Yang Ping arrived in front of Brother Liao. He raised his fist and a black light flashed across his eyes as he punched towards Brother Liao.

There were no fancy Ancient Martial Arts s, but the driving force was even more terrifying than the Ancient Martial Arts.

A pure physical attack made Brother Liao feel like he was in a deep abyss. Suppressed by his powerful spirit, he kneeled down on the ground and glared at Yang Ping's fist with indignation as he roared furiously. However, he was unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as the fist arrived.

Brother Liao had no choice but to bite the bullet. He raised both of his hands and poured all of his power into his arms.

The fist hit both of his arms.

His arms were shattered.

Flesh and blood.

Brother Liao screamed miserably. After both his arms were broken, the sky was filled with his blood essence, turning into fog that even had a bloody smell. His fists overflowed with a dark aura that invaded his life force and constantly destroyed his meridians and acupuncture points.

Just one punch.

Only one punch.

Brother Liao died horribly.

When Yang Ping made his move, he used the most overbearing method to kill Young Master Lin and Brother Liao, finally waking everyone up. Mr. Yin Yang and the Gray Shadow were almost scared to death. The Gray Shadow turned around and disappeared into the darkness before dawn, disappearing into the darkness. On the other hand, Mister Yin Yang rushed to Warrick's side. His heart trembled as he asked, "Just who is he? He's too strong."

He coldly stared at Yang Ping, his body emitting an aura like a cold wind. He went against Yang Ping's aura and said: "Right now, he can only use his body. If his reaction speed is faster than his, then he will be invincible."

Mr. Yin Yang was stunned for a moment before rejoicing.

He thought to himself, "Not bad, Yang Ping can only use his physical strength when he attacks. He doesn't have any Qigong energy, so he can only find a flaw to kill a boorish man once his energy is depleted."

Having received the prompt, Mr Yinyang knew what to do.

He sneered. He originally wanted to kill Yang Ping, so he put his hands together and shouted, "Yin and Yang change, break the sun!"

Yin Yang Transformation was an absolute art that Yin Yang Mister had comprehended. When used in his hands, its destructive power was great. The Yin Yang Transformation was only a high-grade Mysterious Machine, but it was much stronger than Brother Liao's Cross Sky Connecting Technique. Ancient Martial Arts s that could possess their own self were all extremely powerful.

Yin and Yang changed, 'Breaking the Sun'!

As the voice faded, Yang Ping's movements became inconvenient because the yin-yang chains appeared beneath his feet. Broken Sun, was the method to reform one's Qi and use the Spiritual Force to form a technique to bind the opponent. Those two chains were the way to break the sun.

Mister Yin Yang sneered and shouted again, "Yin Yang Twin Transformation, Yang Splitting!"

The chain under Yang Ping's feet released a sound of shock. Crackling noises could be heard as it tried to pull him down from the ground.

Warrick's eyes lit up as he thought, "It worked!"

"Whiz!"

The Gray Shadow suddenly appeared from the darkness. The third ranked expert on the World's Killing Body Ranking, the power of the sneak attack and assassination, could be imagined. He held a short sword in his hand and stabbed it towards Yang Ping's back. At the same time, his charging speed was just right. It looked very fierce, but he could retract his strength and retreat due to the failed attempt.

A single strike had missed him by a thousand miles.

This was the killing move of the Gray Shadow.

With both feet locked on, the Gray Shadow launched a sneak attack.2

It was impossible for Yang Ping to escape, he could only take it head-on.

The Gray Shadow could not help but be ecstatic, as long as this short sword pierced in, Yang Ping would definitely die. This was because the dagger was very particular. Once it was smeared with the world's most terrifying poison mixture, just a little of it would cause one to die a miserable death. A single drop of venom was only one fifths of a milliliter, but it was enough to kill several hundred elephants.

The dagger stabbed into his back as scheduled.

The Gray Shadow let out a loud roar, let out a cheerful laugh, then landed not far away, revealing a cold smile. He and Yin Yang looked at each other and nodded in acknowledgement. This could be considered a happy cooperation.

Yang Ping didn't move. He just stood silently on the floor.

Mr Yin Yang laughed. "Thank you, Mr Warranty. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to find his weakness."

Warrick frowned, feeling that something was amiss.

This was because Yang Ping was as still as a log. Even if he was poisoned or died, there was no way he would have no reaction.

Suddenly.

Warrick's expression changed greatly as he shouted, "Be careful!"

The Gray Shadow was still recalling the sword technique at its peak. Hearing the word 'be careful', it raised its head and looked, and its face turned pale. Unknowingly, Yang Ping had walked up to him, grabbed his neck and smashed him onto the ground. Yang Ping's power was unquestionable.

The Gray Shadow's brain was in a mess, its brains all over the floor.

Mr. Yin Yang's mouth was gaping open. In the end, he was unable to take it any longer. With a strange cry, he turned around and fled.

Warrick took a deep breath and was not afraid of Yang Ping, he said excitedly: "Master is right, after a desperate situation, you will use another power, but this power does not belong to you. That's why I prepared a present for you. "

Finished speaking, Warrick took out six stone steles.

Six Death-proof Stele s.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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