"It's ...... Zhang ping! ”

Li Yuanhong looked at the figure in the sky in a daze, and tears of emotion suddenly flowed out of his eyes. That's a tear of hope!

"He's alive!" Some soldiers muttered to themselves, and then rejoiced.

Although it has only been a few days since the incident, Zhang Ping's name has already been spread in this land - that is to say, whether it is the human race, the demon race, the god race, or the barbarian race, Zhang Ping's name is being spread.

Well, maybe the demon side is cursing.

The news has come out from all sides: one person blew up two caves and six outposts, and then Chu Yiyi and Chu Yiyi were surrounded by hundreds of thousands of demon clans and protoss legions, and the demon clan and protoss legions that were killed had no choice but to transport war gods, and only then did they finally kill Zhang Ping and Chu Yiyi.

Well, the last news came from the demon clan.

But the Chinese side didn't believe it, or didn't want to accept it, so everyone captured a lot of captives of the demon clan for interrogation, and gradually pieced together a complete story.

This story was processed a little and passed on to everyone: Zhang Ping and Chu Yiyi should not be dead yet, everyone must pay attention to the clues and do their best to find the traces of the two when doing the task.

At the same time, the processed story really shocked everyone. In a few days and two people, the losses brought to the demon clan and the god clan were as high as millions.

These are all elites, and most of them have a bright future.

This deed also inspired everyone, including Li Yuanhong. It's just that Li Yuanhong didn't expect it at all, he came out to look for Zhang Ping, but he couldn't find it for help, which led to Zhang Ping. And now it seems that the pair of Zhang Ping and Chu Yiyi is very nourishing.

But it was said that among the pursuing barbarians, the barbarian 'boy' with a staff in his hand saw Zhang Ping's figure falling from the sky, and his eyes instantly contracted: "This is...... Zhang ping! He's here! ”

There was a tall barbarian next to him who was also a little stunned: "Young master, we ...... Withdraw, right? ”

"Withdraw?" The young master shook his head slightly, "If you want to withdraw now, I'm afraid it's too late!" ”

As he spoke, the young master looked up at the only flying creature in the sky: Shocking Clouds.

At this moment, in this situation, there is only one result of retreating: to be hunted down, just like the elite of the human race they chased before.

Don't you get back? More than thirty tall and strong barbarian elites looked at each other.

The young master spoke again: "I don't believe what the demon clan said; They're just scared and talking nonsense. We, the Holy Clan, have never been afraid of anyone. In the early stage of cultivation, even if it is a demon clan with the bloodline of gods and beasts, we can fight ten at a time! ”

"Whew......" Many barbarian masters around him roared angrily, knocking on their chests and banging.

Well, it should be said that it is the Holy Family. It's a pity that the outside world has always called them barbarians. But think about it, how can anyone call themselves 'brute'!

Then the young master spoke again: "But just in case, call the six squads around us, let's retreat a little bit and retreat to a position that is conducive to our battle." ”

To put it bluntly, you're still scared! However, the elites of the surrounding barbarians nodded one after another: The young master is wise.

It's just that the speed of their retreat is comparable to the speed of Zhang Ping's flight, but in two minutes, Zhang Ping, who swooped down from the sky, flew to the front.

Zhang Ping, who is only one meter and eight meters tall, is really a little small in front of these barbarians who are three or five meters tall; But Zhang Ping's figure did not hesitate at all, and the big sword in his hand burst out with a flame blade more than three meters long and swept through.

The young master raised his staff high, chanted a mantra in his mouth, and after a moment shouted, "The Holy Ancestor has come!" ”

I saw a thick earthy yellow light enveloping the bodies of more than thirty barbarian elites around me, and a vague and domineering figure faintly appeared behind these barbarians, and the powerful power revealed from the phantom, blessing the body of each barbarian elite.

The barbarian elites roared, and their long weapons were raised, pointing at Zhang Ping, who was sprinting.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Ping's mouth: "Resist the fire ring!" ”

"Boom!" An unimaginable ring of resistance to the fire erupted, beyond imagination is the temperature, is the impact. This spell was obviously a defensive spell, but it was used by Zhang Ping as an offensive spell at this time.

More than 30 masters of the barbarian tribe suddenly rolled on their backs and rolled to the ground. Zhang Ping's figure rushed straight to the young master with the staff.

Seeing this, the young master screamed, and rolled into the ditch next to him.

Zhang Ping's figure quickly skimmed by, like a hunting eagle; The three-meter-long flame sword qi swept across the earth and directly cut off the seven barbarians.

A terrible scream erupted, and only one "lucky" head was split open and died instantly; The remaining six were wailing miserably.

Zhang Ping's figure flew out more than 20 meters, and then turned back.

"Protect the young master!" A barbarian shouted, jumped up, and rushed towards Zhang Ping. In mid-air, his whole body exploded, blood splattered backwards, and the illusory figure on the back was filled with blood.

In the blink of an eye, the barbarian elite in front of them turned into ashes, and the real ashes disappeared.

But the figure behind it was completely embodied, it was a burly figure more than ten meters high, composed of blood, the majestic power caused the induction of heaven and earth, there were clouds in the sky, and fine lightning was circling.

But before the lightning fell, the giant first launched an attack on Zhang Ping.

A huge figure flashed in front of Zhang Ping, and he disarmed himself, and his whole body turned into a blood-colored light that shrouded Zhang Ping's surroundings.

At that moment, Zhang Ping seemed to sense that a force from ancient times had hit his soul, and there was an evil force that wanted to seal everything in him—consciousness, true qi, true fire, and soul.

In the haze, Zhang Ping seemed to hear a voice: Soul ban!

It is a direct conscious communication from the soul that transcends the barriers of language. Soul banning, one life for another, put an end to any luck, give up all life, just to exchange life for life!

All changes are blinking, and the 'Heavenly Tribulation' in the sky has not had time to be generated, and it has dissipated again.

The barbarian elites all around killed them.

But in the next moment, these barbarian elites were shocked. I saw that flames erupted around Zhang Ping's body, and the blood-colored light burned out in an instant, and the golden sun true fire swept through everything. Everyone met Zhang Ping's smiling eyes.

"Not good!" The young master reacted quickly, but he took out an oracle bone engraved with a spell from his arms, and the oracle bone cracked and released a ray of light, which shrouded the young master, and the young master's figure disappeared into the sky with a swish, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhang ping:......

But let's run, let's run, there are still a lot of barbarians to kill.

The sword light lit up, and the remaining barbarians had no enemies.

At this time, Chu Yiyi's figure fell from the sky, and seeing Zhang Ping's ease of killing, her figure turned around and met another wave of barbarians. A one-sided killing was replicated.

This killing was a full half a day, until the sky was dark and the barbarians lost their armor and retreated for thousands of miles.

"Zhang Ping!" Many people gathered around Zhang Ping, with eagerness, shock, admiration, and disbelief. As for Chu Yiyi, she was overshadowed by Zhang Ping's light.