"Sure enough, it's a drunken fight!" Bi Ping, and Bi Tong knew the trick of the Seventh Uncle, and when they saw this trick suddenly released, they immediately jumped up with joy.

This jump brought the wounds on his body, and he immediately bared his teeth and grinned. Almost fell to his knees.

"Drunk?" Wang Ping repeated the name of the trick, and a green tendon of anger on his face jumped.

"It's just a stupid little trick, I want to kill you, it only takes a snap of my fingers!" Wang Ping roared, and his feet stomped the platform that had been shattered, and then the whole person flew out like a cannonball.

The blade in his hand changed his movements, but as soon as the blade turned, it was another fatal killing move.

"Dead!"

The long sword was like the most venomous flower snake, spitting out its own snake letter frantically while tearing at Tang Ming's throat.

"It's such a sharp killing move, it's not a loss of thirteen swords. Even the old nun on one side couldn't help but smack her lips.

It is said that it is the killing method created by the generation of murder kings of the year, Night Charm, after Night Charm disappeared on the mainland, this martial art was lost, and I don't know where Wang Ping learned this Thirteen Swords of Death.

"It's good!" Tang Ming was calm, stepped on the ground with one foot, took a step back, and his figure became illusory at this moment.

followed him to pinch the long sword that Wang Ping had assassinated with one hand, and dragged it backwards, dodging Wang Ping's long sword, and pulling Wang Ping's body with a stumble, almost hitting the ground.

"How is this possible?" The corners of the third uncle's mouth twitched, Wang Ping was his last killer weapon, Tianxuan's sevenfold cultivation was originally a sword, and it was able to cut the waste of Bifang into two halves, how could it be that this Bifang was now teasing Wang Ping like a cat and mouse!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the third uncle immediately stood up and roared angrily: "Hey, Wang Ping, what the hell are you doing? ”

Wang Ping's eyes immediately became a little colder, and the aura on his body stirred, it was a crimson aura with a bit of bloody taste.

"Bifang, I have to say, you have succeeded in provoking me, whether it is you, or your stupid drunkenness, it is just a small trick of a cat and a dog, under my extreme power, it will come to naught!"

As Wang Ping spoke, the aura on his body seemed to be rising to strengthen.

At this moment, there was a vague feeling that he was about to break through the Seventh Layer of the Heavenly Xuan and move towards the Eighth Layer of the Heavenly Essence.

"Boy, die!" Wang Ping drew his sword again, this time the long sword in his hand spun in the palm of his hand, and because the speed was getting faster and faster, the original bright silver blade actually had no shadow under the rapid acceleration of time.

All that was left was the expanding aura and the hair-making sound of the wind.

"Huhuhuhu......" The sound is enough to make people's hearts chill just by listening to it.

"Fangs!"

This is an extremely powerful move, but it has a simple and crude name. However, this does not mean that the power of this move will be diminished as a result.

"Hehehe, junior brother Bifang, I know, this so-called drunken beating has a fivefold realm

, the strength you just showed is only the first level, just with this level of drunkenness, there is absolutely no way to take my fangs!" Wang Ping sneered, he was really confident in his own attack methods.

Tang Ming raised his head, and a strange light flashed in his eyes: "Then what if, I have already cultivated to the second level?"

Wang Ping's heart beat fiercely, jokingly, he cultivated the drunken beating Qiankun to the second level, how long has it been, this kid has only entered the two Zen temples for a month, or even less, and the time of contact with drunken beating Qiankun will not be long, and drunken beating Qiankun is not a good martial art to cultivate, even the seventh uncle of the year, when he cultivated the second level of drunken beating Qiankun, it took a whole year to cultivate the second level of drunken beating Qiankun.

But in this situation, could this kid be lying?

If this kid's words are true, then this kid lives, and if this kid's words are false, then he will die under the fangs.

"Die!" Anyway, the bet was not harmful to himself anyway, Wang Ping simply increased the strength of his hand, and let the fangs on it ride towards Tang Ming's head.

The corners of Tang Ming's mouth raised a smile, he did not retreat from such a fierce attack, but took a step forward, grabbed Wang Ping's right wrist with one hand like an iron tong, and still pulled back like just now, and followed Wang Ping's body to fly towards the field that had been mutilated in front of him again.

"It's useless, I said it all, this is a poisonous fang!" Wang Ping had already penetrated Tang Ming's means, just took a step forward, and then with a twist, the sword blade appeared in front of Tang Ming again at a tricky angle.

"Dead ......"

He roared angrily, but when the blade in his hand was about to fall on Tang Ming's body, he found that Tang Ming, who was still in front of him just now, had disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Bang!" At this moment of lightning, a loud sound exploded behind Wang Ping's back, and the strong force directly lifted Wang Ping out.

Then he fell heavily into the dust, and although he was not seriously injured, he rolled in the dust on the ground, like a dirt dog, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Liar, huh?" The juniors who saw this scene all rubbed their eyes, and their faces leaked expressions like ghosts.

A Dao Xuan Yae person just sent the Tian Xuan Yae people flying? Isn't this a joke?

This, could it be that the realm of Dao Xuan is above the realm of Tianxuan?

The juniors didn't see what Tang Ming did at that moment just now, but the Dajue monk, the seventh uncle, the third uncle and other seniors saw Tang Ming's actions just now.

To put it simply, the power exerted by Wang Ping, who rushed out, was poured into Tang Ming's body, from a horizontal acceleration to a rotating speed, and then transferred back to Wang Ping's body through Tang Ming's body.

It seems to be extremely easy to say, but this series of actions must be completed in an instant, which requires extreme insight, super reaction speed, and even enough combat experience, so even if the seventh master uncle who is a genius of Tianzhong has also cultivated the second level of this drunken fighting Qiankun for a whole year before cultivating, but Biping can have it after only cultivating for less than a month

Is it a success?

Maybe this is the legendary back wave of the Yangtze River pushing the front wave!

"Phew!" Wang Ping spat out, and his face became hideously distorted at a speed visible to the naked eye: "I killed you!"

"Kill!"

"Bloom!"

"Extinct!"

Being pressed to the ground so easily by Tang Ming, Wang Ping only felt that he was going crazy.

There is no life left under the thirteen swords, especially people like Tang Ming who constantly tease them. One sword and three moves, just a moment's kung fu, the life-killing thirteen swords, is to change three forms, respectively, from the front, from the top, from the bottom, slashing towards Tang Ming's eyebrows, chest, and lower abdomen.

"One move and three styles, I'm here to see how you can attack my self now. Wang Ping snorted coldly, the three swords, the sword and the sword are all killing moves!

Tang Ming took another step forward, and the smile on the corner of his mouth did not decrease for half a minute: "One move and three styles? This is the technique of pediatrics, it's not that there are more hands, it's just that the number of attacks is simply earned, and this situation only needs to be grasped a little!"

As he spoke, Tang Ming suddenly stretched out his right hand towards the void in front of him, and grabbed the wrist of his right hand that Wang Ping had assassinated.

"As long as you grasp a little, all your tricks will be self-defeating!" Tang Ming snorted coldly, and once again made the drunkenness beat, the whole person's body circled again, and then threw Wang Ping out like a sandbag.

Bang dang!

The light rain in the sky just dyed all the dust into black soil, and Wang Ping, who was thrown out at this time, smashed into the dirt without accident.

When Wang Ping stood up again, his whole body was covered in black sludge.

Especially the sludge still has a dark yellow color, this time it was really staged once, the yellow mud was thrown on the crotch of the pants, it was not but!

But at this moment, Wang Ping was not angry but laughed, and leaked a smile that could startle people with goosebumps at Tang Ming not far away: "Hahaha, okay, how many years, how many years, you are the first person who can avoid my tricks!"

"It's also the first person I want to kill so desperately in so many years, besides that bitch!" Wang Ping sneered, and grabbed the void with one hand, and the long sword that was thrown on the ground just now was once again pinched in the palm of Wang Ping's hand.

He held the long sword and slashed it in front of him at great randomness, cutting out the cracks that had been shattered on the platform again.

On his body, he began to be shrouded in black qi one after another, and at the same time, his cultivation broke through the level of the peak of the Tianxuan Sevenfold, and he really reached the Tianxuan Eightfold!

"That's it, the earth evil qi, it's the earth evil qi that wins the demon, is it really Wang Ping too?" The corners of Tang Ming's mouth twitched, although he had already imagined that the source of everything was the third uncle, but now that Wang Ping's cultivation had been raised to a higher level, he still felt uncomfortable.

Under the influence of the earth's evil qi, Wang Ping's nails became sharp and slender, and then Wang Ping directly rubbed the long sword with his nails, and sparks shot out from the blade.

"Boy, I'll give you a chance, admit defeat now, kneel in front of me and kowtow to me ten times, in this case, I may let you go. ”

Tang Ming smiled: "Admit defeat? hehe, the person who should admit defeat...... Maybe it's you!"