"Boom!"

With a rumbling sound, Fang Ping had already bulldozed the fourth house.

The lower third-grade martial artist, after all, has not yet reached the point of inhumanity, and Fang Ping at this moment is also tired and sweating profusely, and his qi and blood consumption is huge.

......

Behind the village.

"Great missionary, what now?"

Someone asked in a low voice, and in the crowd, a middle-aged strong man frowned slightly, and said slowly: "Today we will die, but death is not to be feared!"

Now, it's just a bunch of fledgling Wuda Eagle Dogs!

These rookies have now chosen the most strenuous and costing way.

In that case, then satisfy them!

The first-rank realm martial artists are now starting to sneak attack and harass them, slowing them down and wearing down their patience.

When patience is gone, these people will be more urgent......

Bulldozing houses, even if they rotate, the consumption of qi and blood is not something that can be made up in a short period of time.

The second- and third-rank martial artists, all assemble, and half an hour later, listen to my order and attack and kill those third-rank martial artists together!

Half an hour is not enough for them to replenish their qi and blood, we will wait for work, how many can we kill!"

"Yes!"

......

With the orders of the middle-aged, there began to be continuous attacks and harassment by cult warriors.

Gu Xiong didn't care about these people, they killed them when they came, and by the way, they also pretended to bulldoze the houses together, and their faces were pale.

There are not too many buildings in Panshi Village, but there are more than 100 households.

However, after bulldozing more than a dozen houses at the entrance of the village, the whole picture of Panshi Village was gradually revealed to everyone.

Glancing at the houses in the back, Fang Ping said in a low voice: "If you bulldoze some houses in the middle section, it's almost over, and leave a few people to pretend to recover their qi and blood." ”

Several third-grade martial artists, hearing this, sat down, threw a thing that I didn't know if it was chocolate or something, and swallowed it.

......

Next, for every few houses that were bulldozed, a few people began to regain their qi and blood.

Half an hour later, Fang Ping gasped and said, "It's almost, I guess, the person is about to come out, and if he doesn't come out again, it means that he has sneaked into the back mountain." ”

It's already going to the end, and if they don't come out again, it means that everyone has run away and is not in the village.

When Gu Xiong heard this, he suddenly said loudly: "Withdraw!"

Everyone retreated one after another, blindly moving forward at this moment, which made people suspicious.

"Can't go!"

As soon as Gu Xiong's voice fell, more than ten people rushed to both sides of the house behind!

Gu Xiong roared, "Others support!"

"Stop those people!"

The big missionary shouted violently, and dozens of people poured out from the rear again, bypassing Fang Ping and them, and attacking and killing Zhang Ziwei and the others in the rear.

The Great Missionary didn't talk nonsense, glanced at Fang Ping and the others, and shouted: "Kill all these eagle dogs and satisfy their trial wishes!"

After that, the great missionary came straight to Gu Xiong.

Gu Xiong did not show weakness, his feet stepped on the ground, his fists burst out with a faint blood, and he started a close hand-to-hand fight with the other party in the blink of an eye!

"Bang!"

Before Fang Ping and the others could make a move, Gu Xiong flew out upside down and roared in a low voice: "The peak of the third grade, a few more people!"

The gap between the peak martial artist of the third grade and the early stage of the third grade is too big!

Gu Xiong was in the second-rank realm, and he was able to fight with the third-rank mid-rank martial artist, but at this moment, he stepped into the third-rank realm, and as soon as he fought a few moves with the other party, he was beaten upside down and flew out.

As soon as he roared, Zhao Yang and Yu Xianghua gave up their opponents in front of them one after another and rushed towards the Great Missionary.

Fang Ping didn't delay and quickly rushed over.

6 Sanpin warriors began to besiege the Great Missionary.

Fang Ping stabbed the other party's thigh, but he took a few steps back, and his qi and blood fluctuated greatly.

"Three-rank peak martial artist!"

Fang Ping's eyes were solemn, and sure enough, there was an obvious gap between him and the middle and middle stages of the third grade.

The opponent's defense is too strong, and once they are hit by a counterattack, Fang Ping and they will all be seriously injured.

A few people here were attacking this great missionary, and Chen Pengfei next to him suddenly shouted: "Sanpin High Stage, come and help!"

As soon as these words came out, several third-rank students next to them gave up their opponents again and began to besiege the third-rank high-level martial artist that Chen Pengfei was up to.

15 third-grade martial artists, 10 people were entangled by these two at once.

And the cult martial artists, the third-grade martial artists, still have seven or eight people left, and they began to besiege the remaining students.

Even so, the students who besieged the Great Missionary and the Sanpin High Rank also fell into disadvantage, and they continued to be injured and retreated.

"Zhang Ziwei, kill them, come over and help, a few of them are at the peak of the second grade!"

Chen Pengfei yelled, and the 4 third-rank early stage martial artists were defeated and retreated at this moment.

The third-grade high-level martial artist they were on was using an alloy long stick, and when they went down, everyone's qi and blood were floating, and their internal organs were trembling, Chen Pengfei, as the main force, kept vomiting blood and retreating, and the other 3 people had limited effect.

Zhang Ziwei and the others were also quickly killing those cult warriors who were blocking the way at this moment.

But these people, although the number is small, they are all not afraid of death, and they just stopped more than 200 people on the periphery.

The Great Missionary snorted coldly: "There is still a little bit of caution, the consumption of qi and blood is not much, but it is useless to rely on this little caution, kill you three products, I think next time, the Eagle Dog of Wuda will no longer have the ignorant idea of using us as a test stone!"

The big missionary does not use weapons, and at this moment he still has the strength to speak, and when he speaks, the other party knocked Zhao Yang back with a punch, Zhao Yang's face flushed, and the next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Entangle him!"

Zhao Yang roared angrily, his temples collapsed instantly, and a faint glow of blood appeared on his hands, visible to the naked eye!

Seeing this, Fang Ping and the others were entangled in the big missionary, and the next moment, Zhao Lei's fist was like thunder, and when the big missionary could not be defended, he punched him in the head.

The big missionary let out a low snort, shook back a few people around him, and his body was slammed into a high position, and Zhao Yang's fist failed to hit his head, but hit his shoulder, and there was a roar of metal collision between the two.

"Yes, if you are a third-grade high stage, I'm afraid I'll be seriously injured, but it's a pity!"

The shoulders of the great missionary collapsed slightly, and there was blood flowing out, but it did not hurt the roots.

Zhao Yang failed to master the trick, and just burst out with a punch of nearly 200 calories, reaching the point of a three-grade killer, but he still only slightly injured the other party.

And Zhao Yang himself is weak in qi and blood, and he has declined greatly.

On the other side, Chen Pengfei and the others were also a little unable to hold on, but fortunately, at this time, Zhang Ziwei quickly attacked and killed a few second-grade peak martial artists, and began to entangle with the third-grade high-level martial artist.

Fang Ping and everyone were a little overestimating themselves.

Not to mention the fourth-grade martial artists, at this moment, it is only a third-grade high-level, a third-grade peak, which makes them a little unbearable.

The opponent's casual attacks are not weaker than their so-called killer moves.

And the other party's burst of qi and blood is not too much.

One move and one style, playing twenty or thirty cards of qi and blood, I am afraid that the power is close to their move of bursting out of 100 calories of qi and blood.

And this great missionary actually didn't shoot much, and relied more on the flesh to defend.

Gu Xiong said loudly: "He is deliberately consuming our qi and blood!"

The three-rank peak martial artist, the qi and blood are as high as 1,000 calories, and the muscles and bones of the whole body have been tempered to the peak, except for the head and internal organs, which are close to the incorruptible body of King Kong.

Many times the Great Missionaries would rather suffer minor injuries than fight back, but let the crowd attack, relying on strong flesh to resist.

Gu Xiong roared angrily, and the big missionary didn't make a sound, this is something that everyone with a discerning eye knows, the key is that if you don't attack, he will attack you, if you are not careful, you can beat people without knowing life and death.

Everyone was riding a tiger at the moment, so they had to provoke an outbreak, and the big missionary also had scars on his body, but they were all small injuries, and Fang Ping and the others were even more seriously injured, and the consumption of qi and blood was also great.

Everyone else was a little anxious, and when Fang Ping saw this, he suddenly shouted: "You guys go to solve the three-grade high stage, leave it to me here!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the great missionary was a little sluggish.

"Look, go!"

After that, Fang Ping's long knife slashed out, and the qi and blood were almost condensed into a sword!

The Great Missionary's mind froze, no longer distracted, blood flashed on his fist, and the long knife of the punch kept trembling.

"Let's see how many tricks you can use!"

In the face of Fang Ping's move that exploded with a hundred calories of qi and blood, the Great Missionary also had to defend with all his strength, but how many times could Fang Ping use such a move?

Soon, Fang Ping told him that he could use it a few times!

"Knock knock!"

Fang Ping slashed five times in a row, and the knife burst out with 100 calories of qi and blood, and the big missionary who fought kept retreating.

The others didn't stay at the moment, everyone remembered Fang Ping's advantage, his qi and blood recovered extremely quickly, and he didn't know what the limit was yet, but Fang Ping was now using his big move, forcing the big missionary to go all out to defend, and they would solve the third-grade high level first.

"Huh?"

The Great Missionary also frowned slightly, and just wanted to get rid of Fang Ping, but Fang Ping quickly entangled him and cast a slash again!

"Bang!"

After a few slashes, the great missionary took a few steps back, stepping on cracks under his feet.

"Can you continue?"

The Great Missionary's eyes were cold, and he snorted coldly: "It seems that you are a genius student of Wuda, then killing you is better than killing a batch of second and third grades!"

"You'll find out if you try!"

A big drop of sweat dripped down Fang Ping's head, but the big missionary was no longer defensive, he let out a low shout, his spine arched, and the next second he appeared in front of Fang Ping, his fists and feet moved together, and he hit Fang Ping's vital point.

Sweat continued to drip from Fang Ping's head, defending with all his might, but he was still beaten backwards, and his body was full of blood.

"You're going to attack, and so will I!"

Fang Ping gritted his teeth, stepped on the ground with his heels, took a step back, opened the distance slightly, and continued to start slashing the other party, and the knife was all out!

The face of the great missionary changed again and again, how many knives have been chopped here?

Twenty dollars? Thirty dollars?

For a third-rank peak martial artist, the strength of qi and blood is much higher than that of the middle of the third-rank, and the explosive power of one card of qi and blood is comparable to two or three cards below the high-level of the third-rank.

He has 1,000 calories of energy, and everyone has the same offensive power, and he can play two or three thousand calories below the high level.

As for the middle stage of the third grade, the qi and blood are generally around 600 calories.

In terms of durability alone, he can kill six or seven third-rank mid-stage martial artists, or even more, because he is not just defenseless and unattackable.

And one-on-one, a martial artist like him, a martial artist in the middle of the third grade, is generally only a matter of a few moves.

At this moment, Fang Ping is replacing defense with offense, and the power of the killer move is played, and in this case, he has to retreat a little.

"I'll see how many knives you can make!"

The Great Missionary was also ruthless, he didn't believe that a mid-level martial artist could really explode infinitely.

Fang Ping really can't do an infinite burst, but he doesn't need an infinite burst, the outbreak for a period of time is enough.

Even if the great mission is just defense, it does not mean that it does not consume qi and blood.

Before everyone besieged him, he consumed a lot, and now he is still consuming, Fang Ping doesn't feel that the other party consumes more energy than himself.

"Thirty-six knives!"

"Thirty-Seven Knife ......"

Fang Ping counted silently, with one knife, it would be more than 100,000 wealth value consumption, and now I am afraid that more than 4 million will be consumed.

"A martial artist at the peak of the three grades, he can really resist!"

At this moment, Fang Ping also realized that he really had a limit.

His bones were already creaking, and his skin was beginning to crack and bleed out.

The power of qi and blood can be replenished, but other hardware conditions are still limited.

The big missionary on the other side also oozed blood from the corners of his mouth and covered with knife marks on his body, but he still smiled: "Is it okay?"

After that, the great missionary was a low shout, and the fist shadow quickly struck Fang Ping's throat.

Fang Ping let out a low roar, and his right leg quickly twitched over, but his foot was clicked by a punch, and the alloy combat boots that had been with him for many days were torn.

Fang Ping let out a painful cry and quickly retreated with his injured leg.

The great missionary did not give up, and came again.

Fang Ping roared angrily, and the long knife slashed out again!

"Bang Bang ......"

A series of slashes came, and the Great Missionary gasped and stopped in place.

And Fang Ping was also panting, and his whole body was already soaked.

"It's almost 5 million!"

Fang Ping gritted his teeth, this time it was really a big loss!

Coupled with the bulldozing of the house in front of him, and the killing of those two warriors last night, the wealth value he consumed was close to 10 million!

And now his body is also scarred, and if he continues like this, it will be a loss to kill this guy.

On the other side, the three-rank high-level martial artist was also at the end of his rope at this moment, fighting desperately, and the people who fought kept retreating, and from time to time someone was injured and flew out upside down and withdrew from the battle.

Some second-grade peak martial artists kept joining the battle and besieging and killing this person.

As for Fang Ping's side, everyone can't take care of it now, at least it seems that Fang Ping can hold out for a while, and it's not too late to kill the Sanpin High Rank first and then come to help. "Is the peak of the third grade strong to this point?"

Fang Ping looked at the big missionary, a little powerless, the other party's qi and blood were almost gone, but the other party was now simply fighting hand-to-hand!

Relying on the physical battle, the other party actually has the strength of the Sanpin Realm.

If it weren't for the great missionary not retreating, he would have already saved the heart of dying in battle, even if it came to this point, he actually had the hope of escaping, and it would be difficult for Fang Ping to kill the other party. The big missionary on the other side smiled and gasped: "Don't look at it, we people have long known that we will die, and when we are dying, we will kill as much as we want!"

You are very interesting, I am afraid that you alone can kill a team formed by a mid-stage martial artist of the third rank.

It's a pity that people like you are willing to be eagle dogs......"

Fang Ping's pupils shrank and hurriedly retreated!

The next moment, the big missionary hammered his chest, blood gushed out of his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Fang Ping!

Fang Ping didn't have time to retreat, gritted his teeth, and put the long knife across his chest.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the surface of the long knife sank a little, and Fang Ping only felt a sharp pain in his chest, flying upside down, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

"Haven't died yet, have you tempered your viscera?"

The pale-faced missionary was also a little surprised, and quickly chased after him.

Fang Ping fell to the ground, and the blood in his mouth spurted out as if he didn't want money.

"!"

Fang Ping was angry and glad that the previous Body Forging Pill had tempered his internal organs, so that his internal organs would not be as fragile as ordinary people, otherwise he would have been shocked to death with just one punch.

Seeing that the long knife was dented a little, Fang Ping felt distressed again.

At this moment, there was a desperate roar from the side, and more than a dozen third-rank martial artists finally grinded the third-rank high-level martial artist to death.

The missionary's face changed slightly, and his steps slowed down.

Gu Xiong and the others also rushed to rescue Fang Ping, and Chen Yunxi and the others hurriedly came over to help Fang Ping.

Over there, Gu Xiong and the others have been entangled in the big missionary.

As soon as Fang Ping saw this, he clutched his chest and looked sideways at Chen Yunxi and said, "Do you have a life-saving pill?"

Chen Yunxi hurriedly stuffed a pill for him, Fang Ping swallowed it in one gulp, and said angrily: "Get out of the way, he is mine!"

This guy, I have to hack him to death today!

If you don't hack him to death, this mission will really hurt your flesh.

Gu Xiong and the others were also injured, and when they heard this, Zhao Yang said angrily: "Now is not the time to be a hero!"

"Get out of the way, or you'll pay me the pill!"

Fang Ping was in a hurry, who cared so much, and the next moment, he rushed in with a knife, the blood on the knife body became more and more dazzling, overflowing with qi and blood, and the power that erupted was three points greater than before.

Seeing that he didn't care about the enemy and me, Zhao Yang and the others retreated one after another.

"This guy ......"

Everyone didn't know what to say!

Fang Ping used the ultimate move before and after?

Is this a life-saving trick?

Fang Ping's attack had not yet reached the point of a special move, but he slashed it continuously, and there was not much difference between him and his special move.

According to everyone's speculation, I'm afraid that the consumption of qi and blood will exceed 5,000 calories!

From this, it can also be seen how big the gap between the peak of the three products and everyone is.

Even with such an outbreak, Fang Ping was almost killed by a punch.

Seeing that Fang Ping was slashing frantically, the Great Missionary Qi and Blood were exhausted, and he could only rely on the strength of his body to fight back, everyone looked at it for a while, and Gu Xiong said loudly: "Mend the knife, search the village, and kill them all!"

As for Fang Ping's side, the 5 third-rank martial artists who were not too serious in qi and blood consumption were on standby at any time, ready to rescue.

......

"Life-saving pill, 200 credits! One pill, I will lose the bottom of the sky, if I don't kill you today, I will never give up!"

Fang Ping was also angry at the moment, he really wanted to vomit blood, and the phoenix mouth knife was damaged, the alloy boots were torn, and the wealth value was consumed nearly 10 million!

Such a loss, just because of one person, how can he not be angry.

"I don't believe it, the peak of the third grade, it's really not broken!

Fang Ping's bones creaked, and the great missionary was not comfortable, blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and in the end, it was already mixed with fragments of internal organs.

No one would have thought that a third-rank mid-stage martial artist, Baika's moves could explode nearly a hundred knives, and such a style of play was indescribable except for a scoundrel.

Just when Fang Ping's hand bones were numb, the big missionary knelt on the ground with a "bang", and Fang Ping slashed the other party's head with a knife.

The next moment, Fang Ping also collapsed to the ground and muttered, "Finally hacked ...... to death"

But at this time, Fang Ping couldn't be happy.

This mission made him feel aggrieved throughout the whole process, even if he killed the strongest third-rank peak martial artist...... But the price is too high.

"More than 100 knives, nearly 10,000 qi and blood...... Old man Li is lying down and let me cut it, will I cut it to death?"

At this moment, Fang Ping remembered Old Man Li's words again, he lay down and let Fang Ping cut him, Fang Ping couldn't kill him.

Fang Ping scoffed at it before, but now he really believes it, if he doesn't cut off his head, I'm afraid he really can't be killed.