Bai Luoyun frowned, he could clearly feel Zhao Ping's anger, although his voice was not loud, but it did not affect the deterrent power of his words in and out of his words.

And Zhao Ping also has the strength to provoke a war between martial arts and vulgarity.

Xiao Jing also saw Zhao Ping beside Bai Luoyun at this time, he had never seen Zhao Ping before, but the person who could stand beside the Lotus Venerable could not be a mortal.

And it was this person who suddenly appeared and collected Zhao Yun's soul fragments.

This is collected in front of him, and it really doesn't give me the face of the Ghost King Venerable.

"Boy, who are you, do you know, it's very rude to rob other people's things, do you want to start a war with me?"

Xiao Jing pointed at Zhao Ping and asked condescendingly.

Zhao Ping narrowed his eyes, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

"Impolite? Did you think about being rude when you killed the elder of my sect?

If you want to go to war with me, you don't have that qualification!"

Xiao Jing's body shook, and an incredible name flashed through his mind.

Could it be that he's...

Zhao Ping turned his head to look at Bai Luoyun again, and saw that she still hadn't agreed to save Zhao Yun, and the anger in his heart could no longer be restrained.

The killing aura exploded instantly, and he lowered his voice like a killing god, "Aunt Bai, it seems that you don't believe what I said, okay, I'll kill this guy today to see if you can still be so worried." ”

As soon as Zhao Ping's words fell, the whole person turned into a white sword and rose into the sky.

Bai Luoyun was shocked, this was a classic move of Zhao Zongtian Temple to kill the enemy.

It is called a sword piercing the clouds and killing the soul of Thanos! Once she had seen Zhao Kuangyi kill 10,000 bandits who came to attack the Heavenly Temple Mountain with this move, which was extremely terrifying.

Bai Luoyun's face changed dramatically in an instant, and he shouted at Xiao Jing: "Venerable Ghost King, you have to be careful, this person is the young master of Zhao Zongtian Ancestral Hall, Zhao Ping..."

Xiao Jing trembled nervously, although he had forced Zhao Yun to death, and he was also the Creation Venerable of the world, he was still a little timid in the face of the legendary family in the martial arts.

After all, the prestige of Zhao Zongtian's Temple is not built, but killed.

Xiao Jing looked up at the sword in the air.

opened his mouth and trembled, "Zhao Ping, you are Zhao Ping! I didn't expect you to be really as the monarch said, a genius who can't be trapped by anything..."

Xiao Jing was scared, the shadow of the famous tree, especially before coming to the capital, the monarch had told him not to be too harsh on Zhao Ping, he would come out on the day he didn't want to be sure.

Now, as expected, he really appeared... This made Xiao Jing feel extremely frightened.

Looking at Zhao Ping at this time, he turned into a white cloud sword, and everything under the sky was in his sword.

This time, Zhao Ping's move was not just for him personally, but more importantly, it was the prestige of the famous family, so as soon as he made a move, it was a sect killing move that he had never used, and he was merciless.

"No matter who you are, those who dare to offend Zhao Zong will be punished even if they are far away!"

Zhao Ping opened his arms and boomed.

Above the giant sword, under the firmament, countless sword lights burst out, and these sword lights fell from the sky like a waterfall and vented into Xiao Jing's ghost domain.

In a moment, the ghost domain that originally covered the sky and the sun was shot out of thousands of holes, and there was no power to fight back.

The white sunlight then shone through these holes into the darkness of the ghost realm, dispelling all the gloom in an instant.

Then, Zhao Ping held King's Landing in his hand, rushed down, and in the sun, killed the enemy with a sword!

Domineering!

From Zhao Ping's take-off to Xiao Jing's death, everything was too fast, Xiao Jing didn't have time to react at all, and was pierced through by Zhao Ping.

Looking at Zhao Ping up close, Xiao Jing felt hopeless.

Holding the King's Landing Sword, he refused to let go, and spurted out a mouthful of donated blood, screaming.

"How is it possible, I am the creator of the world, shouldn't you follow the routine, first compete with the power of the world, and if I am not defeated, then die in your world.

Why am I being killed by you in my own world now..."

Zhao Ping coldly pulled out King's Landing, looking at Xiao Jing as if he was looking at an idiot.

"The battle you said is outdated, and killing people in the martial arts is always faster than ever!"

Generally speaking, the battle between the creators is a competition of world power, and the conventional way of playing is that the two release their respective worlds to collide, and then the strong will devour the mentally handicapped world.

Once the other party falls into the other world, they will be defeated and killed.

But under Zhao Zong's sword array, Zhao Ping could not use his own world to collide with Xiao Jing's ghost domain.

Instead, turn the power of the Dao into a rain of swords, fuse the power of your own world, and penetrate the opponent's world.

It's like two boxers, you punch me and I punch each other.

See who has the most strength and whose fists are hard will win.

But at this time, one person actually took out a machine gun, and he swooped at you, and the opponent couldn't stand it even if it was steel and iron.

Xiao Jing listened to Zhao Ping's words with wide eyes and closed his eyes with hatred.

In the end, he said, "Young people don't talk about martial arts...", and after speaking, he turned into a light and shadow and dispersed his body.

The Creator has transcended mortals, and after death, the body will become a part of the world, turning into pieces and leaving.

Zhao Ping looked at the fragments of Xiao Jing beside him, drifting away with the wind, and said disdainfully.

"Wude, it's for friends, and you don't deserve it!"

Bai Luoyun saw that Zhao Ping had really killed Xiao Jing, and quickly released his own world and collected Xiao Jing's fragments into his own world for resurrection.

Every creator is a noble treasure in the world, how can he die easily.

Zhao Ping didn't stop Bai Luoyun's behavior, after all, Zhao Ping didn't want to really tear his face with the vulgar world.

Killing Xiao Jing was very easy for Zhao Ping.

Zhao Zongtian Temple established a faction with swords, and one sect and two swords are not in vain.

And this is also the stunt of Zhao Zongtian Ancestral Hall, which can dominate one side among the masters of the martial arts, even the masters of the martial arts can't match the Zhao Zong's sword array, let alone the creator of the world.

After Xiao Jing's death, the ghost domain left behind was still there, and the ghosts here began to flee in all directions after there was no ruler.

If it is allowed to escape from the ghost realm, it will definitely be a disaster in the world, and it must be subdued as soon as possible.

As soon as Zhao Ping threw the King's Landing sword, King's Landing flew to the sky and disappeared, and now Zhao Ping has reached the creation of the world, and all the imperial objects are in a thought.

Therefore, in the battle of Xiao Jing, it almost took him a little time to recruit the King's Landing Sword to fight.

Looking at the sky full of ghosts, Zhao Ping thought of the afterlife flower he had obtained in the Iron Tree Hell, which was specially designed to collect demons and monsters, and ghosts.

If you let the Hope Flower of the Past Life subdue these ghosts in the ghost domain, it will definitely have an effect.

Immediately, Zhao Ping stretched out his palm and meditated intently, covering all corners of the earth with his Dao power.

Zhao Ping obtained the Flower of Hope for the Past Life with the power of his soul, and now that his soul has returned to his body, the Flower of Hope for the Past Life will naturally be left in the eighteen layers of hell.

Zhao Ping didn't know the specifics and location of the eighteenth layer of hell, so he could only search for it covering the whole earth, but fortunately, the afterlife Panhua had his soul imprint, and it was not difficult to summon.

Soon, Zhao Ping opened his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, looked up at the west, and a black wooden stick flew out of the eyes of the Sahara.

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