The moment Ye Ping's fist came into contact with Qin Muchuan's long sword, it burst out with a dazzling brilliance.

I saw the long sword in Qin Muchuan's hand, this killing sword intent, was actually broken inch by inch under Ye Ping's fist intent.

That's right, it's not just the long sword, even the sword intent is broken. Originally, the sword intent was an ethereal thing, invisible or touchable, but it was an existence that could really be felt. But at this moment, the sword intent of the evil king's thorn actually condensed into essence under Ye Ping's oppression, and became an existence that far surpassed all peerless good swords, and it was extremely strong.

Even the laws of heaven and earth seem to be indestructible. It can penetrate everything in the world, let alone the flesh. But at this moment, in front of everyone's eyes, it first condensed into substance, and then broke apart. And Ye Ping's fist is like the real sun, the sun that gives life to the world, and the true god who is in charge of light.

At this time, I could see how powerful Ye Ping's strength was, and the moment the sword intent touched Ye Ping's fist, it was only a stalemate for a moment, and then it shattered. This sword intent is not only Qin Muchuan's spiritual pressure and aura, but also has an incomparably firm momentum, condensing his thoughts, and is a collection of his spiritual power.

The rout of sword intent also represented the rout of his spiritual power, Qin Muchuan knew that he had been defeated, and he was defeated completely.

Ye Ping's fist shattered all obstacles, and finally landed on Qin Muchuan's body, knocking it away in an instant.

However, at the moment when he was about to hit Qin Muchuan, his fist held its strength. The majestic qi and blood also stopped tumbling and returned to calm, like the sea without any wind and waves. Switching between movement and stillness at will, Ye Ping's strength has reached such a level. He sends and receives freely, and his magic is round, reflecting his unfathomable cultivation.

And all this can only be done when his mental strength has reached a certain level. The godhead who suppresses the sea of consciousness seems to be able to control everything in the body. Even the thoughts are the same, and the wishful conversion is really wonderful. If he hadn't broken through to this realm, it would have been impossible to contain the fist just now, and Qin Muchuan would definitely die.

It's terrible to be able to burst out with strong strength. But if you want to send it out, you can send it out, and if you want to accept it, you can stop it, which is even more terrifying. Imagine that Qin Muchuan's Evil King Thorn could only control one sword at the moment, and this was because he couldn't control the burning level of the Blood Explosion Battle Technique in his body. But Ye Ping can control it, if he casts the Evil King Thorn, it will definitely be more than a few swords.

This is also why, it is said that the Quasi-King Inheritance can only burst out of its most powerful power after stepping into the realm of the Quasi-King.

It is also the reason why the second elder of the academy thinks that Ye Ping has now touched the threshold of the quasi-king.

His body, which has surpassed that of ordinary quasi-kings, is no longer something they can infer with common sense.

Qin Muchuan is now like a dead dog, his whole body is broken, blood is flowing sideways, and he is lying on the ground with his eyes blank. In fact, with his powerful physical functions, he would definitely not die if Ye Ping withdrew his hand. As long as it is tempered by some elixir, it can still be recovered, and there is a possibility of revenge in the future, but it is only this possibility.

The state he is showing now is the collapse of the spiritual world. The sword intent he was most proud of actually condensed into substance under Ye Ping's oppression, and then the village was broken. This is even more devastating than Ye Ping breaking his saber with his fingers just now. If he can't get out, I'm afraid he will sink forever, and he will die depressed without seeing any hope.

The throbbing of Qin Jianzhang and the others just now was also completely eliminated under the power of Ye Ping's punch. Even Xin Muchuan, who had the strongest single outbreak, was beaten like this by Ye Ping, and they didn't know who else could win.

"You, what is the extent of your current cultivation?" Qin Jianzhang felt that his voice was a little hoarse, "I don't believe that you only have the Eighth Rank Middle Realm at all, and they all rumor that you have not condensed the Law of Heaven and Earth, I don't believe this either." If you tell me that you are now a quasi-king, I will believe it. ”

Indeed, the strong strength that Ye Ping showed at this time was far beyond their cognition.

Even if it is an Immortal Nine Rank Grandmaster, I am afraid that it will not be able to cause such a lethality, this is a punch that completely violates common sense.

"I haven't reached the quasi-king, and now I am indeed in the middle of the eighth grade." Ye Ping slowly retracted his fists, and his gaze stabbed at everyone, "It's true that I haven't condensed the law of heaven and earth, but this doesn't affect my strength." Looks like I'm going to negotiate with you, and I'm going to have to show something more. I just felt your throbbing, and I didn't want to leave anything behind for my plans. ”

Ye Ping said, and suddenly the spiritual pressure in his body rose and rushed towards everyone present. Even the godhead above his sea of consciousness began to tremble slightly, and the pitch-black will that swirled above also flowed out, instantly staining the entire sea of consciousness into a sea of pitch-black. The majestic spiritual pressure was also contaminated with pitch-black will, and it fiercely pressed everyone present.

Since entering the current realm, Ye Ping has not urged spiritual pressure so much. When combined with the will of darkness, his eyes also changed. It used to be as golden as the sun, but now it's half the color of pitch black. The pupils that have become the double color of black and gold, like Tai Chi, have an indescribable sense of wonder and oppression.

Thump! Shi Guojin, who was the least powerful here, couldn't bear it for the first time, and actually knelt directly on the ground, sweating coldly all over his body, and he didn't even dare to look at Ye Ping's eyes. Not to mention fighting, even the courage to look directly at Ye Ping is gone. His body trembled like chaff. He is now convinced of Ye Ping, and he is completely convinced.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Jianzhang, Qin Jiuxiao, and the second elder of the academy couldn't control it, lowered their heads, and their legs trembled.

They held on to keep their bodies from kneeling, their nails grabbing into the flesh, blood running down their legs.

Seeing this situation, Ye Ping did not continue to urge the pitch-black will, and withdrew all the spiritual pressure into his body.

In an instant, everyone felt like they had entered heaven, with an indescribable heartiness.

Now, everyone was looking at Ye Ping with a strong complication, as well as fear.

It's terrifying, one look makes so many masters present, and the powerhouses of the three eighth-grade grandmasters unable to move, what kind of strength is this?