Chapter 190: Fighting

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Yi Ping paused, like a hound, alertly sniffing the movement in all directions.

The surroundings were very calm, except for the stones, the trees, and the birds, but there was no sign of anyone else.

"Yellow."

Yi Ping sent out his thoughts, but was immediately stunned, the other party did not respond, he tried to contact Xiao Zi, and only got a "sleepy" message.

With the last time he found out that Xiao Huang was drunk from absorbing dark matter, Yi Ping immediately understood what was going on.

He chose a relatively advantageous position and fled.

It was shady under the tree, and the light was not very good, but this had little effect on Yi Ping.

The source of the smell of blood was a pile of freshly broken branches that lay on the ground. The blue color of the cloth can be seen faintly visible among the leaves.

As soon as Yi Ping's feet stopped, there was movement on the left side.

A man in short sleeves walked out from behind the tree, exuding a faint dark aura all over his body, cold and full of murderous intent.

The master of the Iron Black High Section!

Yi Ping glanced at the other party, then pointed to the pile of branches and asked, "What did you do?" ā€

The short-sleeved man didn't answer, glanced at Yi Ping and then said coldly: "You are Yi Ping?" It's already a third-order early stage fighter, no wonder they all lost to you. ā€

The tone of his voice was thick with a Min Nan accent, and his tone slightly revealed a hint of surprise.

Yi Ping was secretly stunned, the other party did not point out his identity as a dark warrior, but said a fighter.

But Yi Ping soon became angry, and the culprit who caused the chaos in Ty County was the Min Nannan family, and the blood debt of hundreds of casualties should be counted on the head of this family.

"The madman of the Min Nannan family?" Yi Ping asked a rhetorical question with disgust.

"How can you ignorant people comment on the Fang family? What a thing that doesn't know whether to live or die! The short-sleeved man looked at Yi Ping with a mocking face, looked at Yi Ping like a dead man, and then said contemptuously.

Yi Ping snorted and said, "Min Nannan's house is worthy of being a concentration of human maggots, and everyone's mouth is full of smelly feces. ā€

"Just a third-order early stage dares to spit out wild words, in a small family that is still breathing, if you are lucky enough to break through the third order, you don't know the height of the sky." The short-sleeved man said coldly, "Let me see, what is the style of the family, she is not as good as you remnants know." ā€

"Then let me see how good you are."

Yi Ping shouted and pounced, and hit with a fist.

"Ignorance!"

The short-sleeved man snorted, stretched out his hand, and wanted to catch Yi Ping's punch, but suddenly, his gaze immediately changed and turned into a grid.

"Boom!"

A thunderous blow slammed into the short-sleeved man's forearm, and a hurricane swept in all directions, blowing the surrounding leaves loudly.

The short-sleeved man was shocked by the blow.

The short-sleeved man took a step back, and after standing firm, he said coldly: "It's a bit of a doorway, but it's not enough to see!" ā€

With that, he rushed over.

On the side of Yi Ping's body, a green ox tail swinging move swept over.

Although the short-sleeved man's movements are fast, Yi Ping is not slow.

Yi Ping's leg whip was clamped with a thousand momentum, and swept towards the head of the short-sleeved man like a shadow.

The speed of the short-sleeved man rushing over remained the same, he lowered his head and his hand to defuse Yi Ping's blow.

Then his iron fist slammed into Yi Ping's head with a "whew".

Yi Ping saw that the opponent's punch was fierce, kicked the ground with his foot, and shrank back.

The short-sleeved man lifted his foot and kicked Yi Ping in the abdomen.

This kick came very abruptly, and in the blink of an eye, it almost stuck to Yi Ping's clothes.

Yi Ping didn't intend to go next, but flashed to the side, and the person immediately disappeared behind the big tree.

"Boom!"

The short-sleeved man didn't stop his feet, and the big tree was suddenly kicked out with a finger-thick footprint.

The tree shook violently, and the leaf tree made a rattling sound.

Yi Ping's heart sank, and he could feel that the black iron high section was really smart.

"Humph! Do you only know how to hide? ā€

The short-sleeved man sneered.

Yi Ping silently dodged out from the other side, grabbed the attack, and attacked the opponent with a combo of fists.

"Bang! Bang! ā€

"Pounce! Strike! ā€

The short-sleeved man did not dodge, and blocked continuously with both hands, defusing Yi Ping's attacks one by one.

Yi Ping took the opportunity to start lifting his strength, and the offensive did not stop, and one punch was more ferocious than the other.

The short-sleeved man was not easy, and he only took Yi Ping's attacks one by one.

He didn't expect that Yi Ping, the third-order Dou Master, would exert no less power than the middle of the black iron, and even surpass it. Under such a blow, if you are not careful, you may lose your combat effectiveness if you are hit.

"You're only at the beginning of the third order?" The short-sleeved man had never seen a third-order master with such skills, so he couldn't help but blurt out.

Yi Ping kept attacking, and said in his mouth: "What do you say? ā€

The short-sleeved man stepped back like lightning, and was out of Yi Ping's attack range in an instant.

He took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and said, "Lao Tzu let you see the true strength of the Dark Warriors!" ā€

With a crisp sound of "crackling horn", the muscles of the short-sleeved man bulged suddenly, and his whole body exuded an extremely strong dark aura, which was a little thicker than at the beginning.

"Ahh

The short-sleeved man screamed and pounced.

This time, his speed was doubled, and the swing of his fist was about to stick to Yi Ping's flesh.

Yi Ping flashed, but he was still one step slower.

"Boom!"

Yi Ping was so shocked that he flew upside down and hit a tree before stopping.

The blow of the short-sleeved man made Yi Ping dizzy.

Fortunately, Yi Ping's hands dissolved part of the opponent's strength, otherwise he would have to vomit blood after this blow.

"Strength attributes?" Yi Ping's heart froze, and as soon as his mind flickered, the person flashed to the back of the tree, getting rid of the other party's continuous blows.

"Boom!"

The big tree was slammed by the short-sleeved man and tilted into a nearly forty-five degree angle.

Yi Ping's scalp tingled for a while.

He knew that if he took the other party's one more time, he would probably lie down immediately, and at that time it would be the fate of being slaughtered.

No way!

Gotta try it once.

Thinking of this, Yi Ping immediately recited the "Three Recitation Sutras" silently, stimulating the blood and qi of the whole body, and planned to fight with it.

As soon as the Three Chanting Sutras sounded, the cells in Yi Ping's whole body seemed to be cheering, and the dark matter contained in it seemed to have woken up, exuding a thick dark aura, which was not inferior to that of a short-sleeved man.

At the same time, Yi Ping's body shook, and the bones in his body made a series of crisp sounds.

"Dark Warriors! I see! ā€

The short-sleeved man noticed the change in Yi Ping, his eyes suddenly froze, he snorted, and then pounced.

"Boom!"

Yi Ping's hands continued to block, and the two forces collided and made a violent sound, and the surrounding leaves were cut off like raindrops, and the body flew away on all sides.

Both were shocked and took two steps back.

"No wonder you are so arrogant, it turns out that you have become a dark warrior, it seems that what happened to the Fang family in Ty County has nothing to do with you." The short-sleeved man looked fierce and said viciously.

Yi Ping saw that he did not suffer a loss when he saw this fight, and immediately had greater confidence in the Three Recitations.

For the short-sleeved man's words, Yi Ping turned a deaf ear, and silently recited the Three Chanting Sutras by himself, he decided to stimulate his blood qi to the highest point, and then leave the other party behind.

The short-sleeved man saw that Yi Ping's face was calm, like a deaf man, and in surprise, he shouted loudly and pounced again.

"Boom!"

As soon as the two sides touched, their bodies were shocked.

This time, the short-sleeved man took three steps back, while Yi Ping only took one step back.

The short-sleeved man's face changed, Yi Ping changed too much, he was beaten out for the first time, and then he fought hard, and the last time, he actually had the upper hand, which made him unable to understand.

The short-sleeved man flew upside down and shot directly down the mountain.

"Want to escape? No way! Yi Ping saw the other party's intentions, kicked his feet, and his body also ran out.

The short-sleeved man heard the sound of flying arrows from behind, and secretly screamed that it was not good, and the person was in the air, standing up, and wanted to break the line to escape.

"Boom!"

He felt a sharp pain in his back, a sullen breath condensed in his chest, and he couldn't help but open his mouth, poof, a mouthful of blood spit out, and then his brain went blank for a while.

Yi Ping saw the other party smashing into the ground like a stone, and immediately followed.

In the blink of an eye, both of them disappeared in place.

As soon as Yi Ping disappeared, a figure shot down from the mountain and went straight to the place where the two were fighting just now.

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