Originally, these grandmasters still thought that under the siege of White Night and Feng Hanting, Ye Ping might not be able to win. After all, Feng Hanting still has Chen Anzhi's Taiping Divine Fist, which has a great chance of turning the tide of the battle. Even if they couldn't defeat Ye Ping, they thought they could have a chance to escape. With their grandmaster-level escape speed, it shouldn't be a big problem.

But who would have thought that they would not be able to resist Ye Ping's strong attack at all, and they fell one after another, and when they saw it, they had more breath and less air in. Where do you want to continue fighting now? If he is caught up by Ye Ping, the killing god, even if he is not dead, it is estimated that it will be about the same. They saw Chen Anzhi's methods with their own eyes, and the two lovers died tragically, and their fate must be very miserable.

"Bai Mei, wait for the next time I will have a good fight with you, my subordinates will be defeated, come back when you have practiced, hahahaha!"

An eight-rank grandmaster suddenly forced Bai Mei back, and the long sword penetrated Bai Mei's lower abdomen, and he immediately withdrew and retreated.

"You!" Bai Mei originally wanted to chase after him, but he was seriously injured, so he immediately fell to the ground and began to seal the wound. The injury he suffered was actually not very serious, it was just that he was injured by the sword qi. With his eighth-rank grandmaster's physique, he was able to recover quickly. But now he has no strength to catch up anymore, and most of the people around him are in this situation.

The body has long been at a critical point and may collapse at any time, but this time it is just fighting with a breath all the time.

Now that they were injured by the sword qi again, several people lost their short-term combat effectiveness. However, fortunately, Ye Ping seriously injured Bai Ye and Feng Hanting, and he could take their lives at any time. It's just that there are so many people missing, and it's nothing.

"Huh? Hurt my companion, and still want to leave? Who gave you confidence? Who gave you courage? ”

Ye Ping swept his cold eyes and immediately knew what the situation was now. Suddenly, the aura on his body suddenly exploded, and the Sun Yao Fist instantly came out of his body, and the powerful fist intent bombarded in all directions. With this burst of energy, he finally used the Bloody Battle Method. Otherwise, there is no way, there is an eighth-rank grandmaster and multiple seventh-grade grandmasters.

Moreover, the direction in which they fled is not consistent, and if they rush to catch up, I am afraid it will be difficult to solve it. Although Ye Ping's current strength has skyrocketed a lot, he also does not have a deep grasp of today's strength. There are a lot of wonderful uses, and I don't really understand them. Therefore, he thought of dropping ten times with one force, and using extremely powerful means to directly attack them at the same time, knocking them all down.

"Hmph, no matter how strong your strength is, you can defeat Bai Ye and Feng Hanting, but now it is estimated that you are also the last of the strong crossbows, how can you defeat us at the same time? How is it possible to want me to come down just with a fist? When we run away, there will be a chance to deal with you in the future, so you should not be too complacent, young man, don't be too arrogant!? ”

The eight-rank grandmaster who had injured Bai Mei snorted coldly, and immediately raised his long sword and collided with Ye Ping's fist intent fiercely. But as soon as he made contact, his face changed, and he was extremely shocked. Originally, he only thought that it was just a fist intent, and it was still coming from the air, so it must be easy to deal with. But when they really got in touch, they realized how naïve they really were.

The terrifying fist intent had not weakened at all because of the time travel, on the contrary, it was still very powerful and surging.

Before his long sword came into contact with the fist intent, it was instantly shattered by the aura like the scorching sun, and it broke apart inch by inch.

"Ahh This is the long sword that has followed me for endless years, and it is actually broken like this! Ye Ping, what kind of person are you......"

It's a pity that before he could finish speaking, the fist intent quickly penetrated his body and directly hit the sea of knowledge. After the blessing of the White Lotus Heavenly God's divine thoughts, Ye Ping now vaguely knew what the method of high-end combat was. Not only to physically destroy the opponent, but to inflict a heavy blow on the opponent mentally, so that he will directly become an idiot.

What's more, above his sea of knowledge, there is also the godhead condensed by the divine thoughts of the White Lotus Heavenly God, and the power is even more incomparable. To a certain extent, the fist intent itself is the embodiment of personal will, and it has a spiritual attack in it. Ye Ping's fist intent is like this, after the blessing of Zhihai, he thought about whether he could directly blast at the opponent's Zhihai, but he didn't expect it to be really successful.

This is also a way for the opponent to protect Zhihai, otherwise he, a novice, may not be effective.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and in less than a breath, Ye Ping's fist intent was divided into several parts at the same time.

Every fist intent blasted into the corresponding Grandmaster's Sea of Knowledge, and suddenly the sound of the Sea of Knowledge exploding came from the sky. The men fell to the ground like kites with broken strings, rolling their eyes, and they could no longer die. In an instant, killing several grandmasters at the same time, Ye Ping can be said to have created his own myth again and again.

There was no expression on his face, and he didn't feel happy to be able to defeat such an opponent. It seems that everything seems to him to be a very natural thing, it is all predestined, and there is no need to be surprised by this.

At this moment, everyone knew that Ye Ping's strength was really strong, and there was no one in the entire northwest who was his opponent. Even if it is Shenwu Gong himself, it will take two people to compete with real swords and guns to know who is better. Nie Wu's eyes flickered, he was extremely excited, he really wanted to tell Jiangling Sicheng the news.

"You really didn't misunderstand someone, Ye Ping is indeed an immortal talent. Maybe whether Jing'an Division can resist Chen Anzhi's oppression in the future will depend on this person. You'll be glad to hear the news. The stars are above, and I have a hunch that the truly glorious era of Jing'an Division is coming. Ye Ping, I am waiting for the day when you become the true king. ”

This was the common thought of all the night watchmen present at this time, and their eyes were full of hope.

Originally, what Chen Anzhi did in Lin'an had completely made them feel hopeless, but faith was supporting it.

Now, I see hope, and hope is in Ye Ping's body.

Feeling the burning eyes of everyone, Ye Ping bowed slightly at them, slowly descended, and walked in front of Bai Ye.

Time has passed, and so many things have happened in a short period of time, which is very emotional.

The opponent who was once thought to be out of reach is now lying at his feet, which makes Ye Ping feel a little incredible.

Everything seems to be accompanied by this moment, and the dust has finally settled.