3236: C3236 Heterodyne

C3236 Heterodyne

0A lot of people came, but only Liu Junya's group of experts appeared. They were all experts with the strength of two Third Level Stage and were more than enough to deal with ordinary people. However, they were all cannon fodder in the martial arts world. Liu Junya was not afraid of death. He rushed in front of Yang Ping and stared at him with undisguised resentment.

Yang Ping knew that there were still a lot of people watching. He would not move until he was certain that he had lost his strength.

Liu Junya came 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 aura was very obscure and could not be detected. Yang Ping laughed involuntarily as he thought to himself. As expected, he had lost too much of his strength, and even his senses had been lowered too much to the point where ordinary Subsaint experts would not be able to sense him anymore.

However, Yang Ping wasn't afraid.

Seemingly born with a spirit that was not afraid of the heavens or the earth, Yang Ping looked calmly at Liu Junya. He saw anger, unwillingness, and fear in Liu Junya's eyes, which eventually 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. Yang Ping had been protecting the Dragon City. With a narrow escape from death, he had paid the price silently. However, when he returned, he was met with the probing of a large clan.

But Yang Ping won't stop. Dao Zun had planted a seed in his heart and already started the heaven's battle. Ming Zhu used her life to remind him that Yang Ping walked out from the endless darkness and had truly refined the heart of a mortal.

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

It was relative and hostile.

Liu Junya laughed and mocked, "You really have become trash. If it was before, you could have killed us with just a glance. But now, even though you are 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 everyone and asked.

No matter if it was an ordinary person or an obscure master, they were unable to resist Yang Ping's gaze. When Yang Ping looked at the other person, there was a huge flaw in his mind, and the hidden master noticed it and couldn't help but be aghast. If Yang Ping used to rely on his aura to oppress people, now Yang Ping was using an indescribable essence energy to affect his mind.

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 cried out, hacking at Yang Ping with a shiny knife made of fine steel, very sharp and iron. Liu Junya could be considered to have a bit of strength. He was at the second rank and was trying to figure it out regardless of everything else.

After sending him flying with a kick, Yang Ping was out of breath.

Liu Junya lay on the ground and quickly got up. Seeing Yang Ping's panting, he was overjoyed and shouted angrily, "You've lost your strength, you've really lost it! Haha …"

Pfft!

Liu Junya vomited blood and then fell to the ground dead.

With a single kick, he killed a person.

To ordinary people, it would be terrifying, but to Yang Ping, it was simply a joke. It was because Yang Ping was a peerless master. He was a terrifying big shot who pressured everyone in the Dragon City to the point that they couldn't even raise their heads. Now, he needed to use his feet to kill people.

A deathly silence.

The gazes of those people changed when they saw Yang Ping. They couldn't help but feel ashamed when they recalled the delicate aura they sensed earlier. They didn't expect the fear in their hearts to cause such a shadow in their hearts, even though Yang Ping was a cripple, they still didn't dare to move recklessly. However, Liu Junya's death proved that Yang Ping 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 Yang Ping was killed, it meant that his future status would be increased by a lot. There was a great possibility that he would be taken care of and even his reputation would be above that of a saint because he had killed an era's character in the Dragon City.

Sensing their killing intent, Yang Ping smiled and picked up Liu Junya's steel sword from the ground. He waved it in the air, and with his cold gaze, everyone could not help but squint their eyes.

Holding the steel knife, Yang Ping felt like he was back in the old days, a nobody who didn't have much strength to fight in the martial arts world. Step by step, Yang Ping relied on a calm confidence.

What about the steel knife?

Subsaint kill.

A palm struck Yang Ping's chest first. He looked down and saw an unfamiliar face. It was young, but distorted. The resentment hidden in his eyes was not much weaker than Liu Junya.

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

That person walked towards Yang Ping with madness in his eyes. He said hoarsely, "Kill him."

Kill!

Everyone charged at Yang Ping with weapons in their hands.

Yang Ping held his steel knife tightly and slashed in the crowd. A cold knife cut his clothes and cut his back. Yang Ping groaned as he felt pain in his back. It was a pain that he hadn't felt in a long time. It felt like his skin was being torn apart.

However, Yang Ping turned around and chopped that person down.

A steel pipe smashed towards Yang Ping's head. He blocked it with his arm and with a bang, the steel knife in his hand almost slipped out of his hand. He gritted his teeth and kicked the man away, then chopped down two people.

Just like that, Yang Ping fought in the crowd bravely.

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 he kept on living.

Yang Ping did not answer because he did not have the energy to watch. A bunch of ordinary people were chopped to the ground, just like a bunch of street hoodlums who could not get onto the stage. However, Yang Ping felt very good. He had never felt this way before.

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 banks of the Luo River red.

There were many wounds on Yang Ping's body. He was covered in blood, but his eyes were sharp. He pointed the steel knife at that person 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 hit the fence again. The fence behind him broke and a few of his ribs were broken as well. He laughed, very happily.

"Idiot."

That person laughed and did not forget to mock Yang Ping. He seemed to ridicule Yang Ping with endless excitement and happiness as he sighed and said: "The fact that a successor of the Immortal Medicine Sect has fallen to the streets and ended up living a life like 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. His fame has spread throughout the martial arts world, causing great losses to his Floating Temple!"

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

"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 Yang Ping's head.

The strong wind blew in all directions.0

The killing intent was awe-inspiring.

There was nowhere to dodge.

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

The strong pressure continued to press down on his body.

However, Yang Ping's heart was 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.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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