2814: C2814 Rolling

C2814 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 the beginning, Zhu Yan didn't notice anything and just sneered at the powerless Yang Ping's punch in front of him. But at this moment, his hair stood on end, he felt that what he was facing wasn't 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 his bones shatter, the power of his fist seeped into the cell tissue, and the cell regeneration function was fatally damaged. The third form of the Ultimate Warrior was actually unable to withstand the power of a single punch, which was really hard to accept.

He was seriously injured.

He knocked down a row of green bamboo.

It was the green bamboo that Madame Zhu had personally planted. Its vitality was very tenacious, but when Zhu Yan struck it, all of it was uprooted.

"You …"

Zhu Yan coughed blood and said while clenching his teeth, "You're not crippled at all."

Everyone had thought that Yang Ping had been crippled for the sake of Zhu Xi. However, the strength that he was currently displaying was much stronger than before. Zhu Yan instantly wondered if this was a conspiracy. Yang Ping deliberately revealed an opening, allowing the people hidden in the darkness to jump out and catch them in one fell swoop.

Yang Ping looked at his fist and ignored Zhu Yan's shock. Actually, he 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 performed several powerful spiritual techniques in an attempt to trap Yang Ping and kill him. At this moment, his heart was filled with boundless rage. He had originally thought that after completing the third form of the Supreme Warrior, he would be invincible against even Saints. However, he hadn't expected that he would be sent flying with a single punch from Yang Ping.

This was an extraordinary shame and humiliation.

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

Countless white ghosts appeared in the surroundings and roared at Yang Ping with deep resentment. 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.

When the ghosts saw the hope for revenge, they all pounced towards Yang Ping.

The densely packed White Shadow annihilated Yang Ping.

Zhu Yan coughed blood and laughed, "Brat, I'll let you have a taste of being bitten to death by the ghosts of your wrongdoers." Looking at the ghosts that pounced towards Yang Ping, his face twisted and he laughed sinisterly, "I've spent almost twenty years of effort, suffered less, and suffered many hardships to get to the third form, do you think I'm that easy to defeat?"

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 stunned, he exclaimed, "Impossible!"

Yang Ping was safe and sound, and not even a single hair was hurt. Staring at Zhu Yan, he said, "Let me correct you, that isn't called a spirit technique. Once your spirit technique is demonized, its power will be greatly weakened. Uncle Zhu, turn around and face the shore. It's impossible for you to succeed in the current Dragon City. And my opponent is also not you. "

Zhu Yan was looked down upon and yelled, "You little brat, did you think you could be so arrogant after defeating me just now? Let me show you the power of an Ultimate Warrior!"

"Evolution!"

After saying that, Zhu Yan's body started to change, a layer of black keratin covered every part of his body, the aura on his body rose bit by bit, and even reached an unimaginable level. The biggest change was in his eyes.

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

A heavy and oppressive aura emanated from Zhu Yan's body. Wang Fuying, who was knocked to death on the ground, felt that terrifying aura and could no longer endure it. He let out a weird cry and dashed down the mountain. It was because Zhu Yan was too powerful that it affected the Qi field. The spot where Wang Fuying was lying down was too close and he could not withstand the pressure. Otherwise, he would be crushed to death if he continued to stay.

Zhu Yan said coldly, "Die!"

He punched out.

The power of his fist shot up into the sky, hitting Wang Fuying, who was running on the hillside.

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 his fist and grinned. He revealed a sinister smile and said, "It feels so good. This power is what I want. " He then raised his head, locking onto Yang Ping. "Kid, let me show you how powerful the third form of the Supreme Warrior is."

"Wuu, wuu ~ ~ ~"

He crouched and dove.

His speed was so fast that it could not be described with words. He instantly arrived in front of Yang Ping and struck him in the chest.

Not only that, one punch was followed by the other fist. Zhu Yan struck out again and again with anger and a monstrous might. Every time he punched, it was as heavy as a mountain. It viciously 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 he had hit, but he felt that it was enough. Even if it was a steel plate, one punch would still penetrate it, not to mention how many punches Yang Ping had taken.

His body flew up and landed on the ground. Zhu Yan sneered and said, "Get yourself some ideas." I didn't want to kill you, but you ruined my plans. To be able to die in my third form as an Ultimate Warrior is your fortune … " Before he could finish his words, his cold eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

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

Yang Ping actually didn't die.

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

How is this possible?

Yang Ping patted his chest and shook his head, "I already said, my opponent is not you. Why bother me? Uncle Zhu, this is the last time I'm calling for you. If you attack again, I won't be polite. "

Zhu Yan had gone mad.2

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

Zhu Yan attacked again. The horn on his arm melted and the power of his fist was nourished. With one punch, a strong wind blew and it was several times stronger than before. He did not believe in evil, and his killing intent towards Yang Ping had never been heavier.

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 attacked with his full strength, hitting Yang Ping's head.

He seemed to see the tragic sight of Yang Ping's brains exploding. No, under his fist, there was no such thing as brain matter bursting because one punch could evaporate the blood and brain matter. Because the fist was rubbing against the air, the temperature was surprisingly high.

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

Zhu Yan thought like this.

Ka-cha! *

However, even if Zhu Yan died, he wouldn't be able to accept it. Facing his full strength attack, Yang Ping slowly raised his hand and grabbed onto his attacking fist. Let the mountains collapse and the earth shatter, I will remain as unmoving as a mountain. He grabbed his fist and swung it towards the ground. Zhu Yan's body fell heavily onto the ground.

Boom!

A deep pit appeared.

Zhu Yan spat blood, which was embedded in the dirt.

Yang Ping shook his head and muttered, "I told you not to fight, but to still attack. You clearly knew that you wouldn't succeed. I really 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.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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