The stars are shining, the galaxy is hanging high, but under the night, it is a road that stretches for thousands of miles.

The Red Flame fist gloves were already stained with blood, Wang Ping stepped on the Lubo boat, chasing and killing the evil disciples of the Earth Scorpion Sect all the way, I don't know how many people died in his hands. It's not the first time I've killed someone, but it's the first time I've killed so many people.

When he punched the last Scorpion Sect disciple in front of him through his chest, there was no longer a figure in front of him.

With a long sigh of depression in his heart, Wang Ping looked up at the Sage Battlefield that was still fighting in the sky in the distance, and it was almost at the end at this time.

A black streamer broke away from the battle circle and fled towards Wang Ping's position not far away, followed by a brilliant sword light that slashed from behind him on top of the black streamer.

The black streamer turned into a black figure, fell from mid-air, and smashed into the mountains and forests below, and the breath completely disappeared.

The owner of the sword light saw that the black figure was out of breath, and did not replenish the sword, and continued to attack and kill the opponent in front of him.

But after a while, the place where the black figure fell, but it re-emanated a faint breath, a black light rose into the sky, and he was still holding a seriously injured and dying man in his hand.

The black shadow flew dozens of feet in front of Wang Ping, ignoring him, but Wang Ping saw a familiar face in his hand.

"Damn, I want to cheat death to get out!" There was a shout of rage from the warbands in the void.

Then, as if given an order, a black-armored warrior chased after the fleeing black figure.

Wang Ping thought of the person in the hands of the black figure just now, his eyes hesitated, and then he also chased in the direction where the black figure fled.

The person just now turned out to be Bi Xie, a scorpion sect man that Wang Ping had met in Yueshan City.

Lubo Boat was pushed to the limit by him, barely keeping up with the two streamers flying in front of him. In the distance, Lieshan Qianqian had already solved the last opponent, and when he saw Wang Ping's behavior, he frowned slightly, and he couldn't rest assured, and he also urged his Lang Luo boat to chase after him.

Wugui Mountain was originally surrounded by a lot, and there was no way out, but under a period of pursuit, the disciples of the school palace were not the same, and naturally the formation was a little chaotic, and the black-clothed figure could last so long in the mid-air battlefield, at least he was also a half-saint, although he was seriously injured, but it was not something that ordinary disciples could intercept, and it allowed him to escape from the encirclement for a while.

The black-clothed figure felt the black-armored warriors chasing behind him, and the holy qi was agitated, burning the little holy blood left in his body, and his speed increased by three points.

The black-armored warrior chased after him all the way, his brows furrowed slightly, he couldn't understand that even if this person escaped with burning holy blood, he was afraid that he would not survive with his seriously injured body. The black-armored warrior was just ordered to chase and kill, naturally he would not be as desperate as him, but he was hanging far behind him, but the black-clothed figure gradually distanced himself.

Wang Ping Lubozhou followed behind the two, but the distance was getting farther and farther, and he was about to lose his trace, and when he was anxious, Lieshan Qianqian caught up.

"Big brother, your Lubo boat is too slow, get on my Langluo flying boat to chase after you." Lieshan Qianqian could see that he was very anxious, and he didn't ask too much.

Wang Ping didn't have time to explain much at the moment, jumped on the Lang Lun boat, injected the holy qi in his body into it, and urged it together with Lieshan Qian. The inscriptions on the Lang Ray boat lit up one after another, exceeding a hundred, and turned into a faster streamer and chased after it.

This is the first time Wang Ping knows that this Lang Lun Boat is actually a holy weapon, no wonder Lieshan Qianqian was so precious before.

The black-armored warrior hung far behind the black-clothed figure all the way, and before he knew it, there was a hint of fish belly white in the distant sky.

The sky was about to dawn, and the man in black could not escape after all, and landed in a small valley. The black robe was shattered, revealing his red beard, and a long black knife was held in his hand, quietly waiting for the black-armored warrior chasing from afar.

After a while, the black-armored warrior chased him into the valley, looked at the red-haired black-robed man, his pupils shrank, and he shouted angrily:

"And what about the other person?"

The red-haired man looked up to the sky and laughed, pulling at the wound on his back, and coughed violently.

"Ahem~, people? Of course, you escaped, just rely on you, the watchdog of the True Martial Arts Palace, and it is not easy for the old man to send someone out quietly. ”

"Humph! Then I'll kill you, the old one, and then the little one. The black-armored warrior snorted coldly, and a thousand-striped holy weapon-level spear appeared in his hand.

"Arrogance, although the old man is seriously injured, it is not something that a small ancient god guard of yours can deal with." The red-haired man was covered in blood, but his eyes were extremely clear, and the long black knife in his hand rattled, and the knife qi vibrate.

"If you are at your peak, I am naturally not an opponent, but after a hard fight, you are already at the end of the strong crossbow, and you have been stabbed by the Xuandi Sage, no matter how strong your strength is, you can exert a few points, and if you are captured, I can still keep your whole corpse." The black-armored warrior infused the holy qi into the spear, intending to trigger the Thousand Patterns Destruction Force to deliver a thunderous blow.

Although he was disdainful, he was extremely cautious in the face of the red-haired man, and the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, so he couldn't afford to deal with it carelessly.

The red-haired man's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the waves of destruction coming from the spear, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. It directly burned the holy soul and holy blood in the body, turned into a mighty holy qi and injected it into the long knife.

"Scorpio is born!"

The evil aura was full of evil, and the endless sword light turned into a huge black scorpion and flew towards the black-armored samurai.

The black-armored warrior didn't expect him to be so decisive, as soon as he came, he had no time to continue to urge the Thousand Patterns Destruction Force, and he hit half of the accumulated Destruction Spear Intent, and collided with the black giant scorpion.

The huge shock wave turned the entire valley upside down, and the shock spread to a hundred miles away, Wang Ping and the others felt this fluctuation, and hurriedly rushed in the direction where the fluctuation came.

The smoke and dust cleared, and the black armor on the black-armored warrior was already in tatters, and the long black knife pierced his chest, and the sword qi cut off all his vitality, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Across from him, the red-haired man was equally uncomfortable, spears piercing through his abdomen and then through his lower back, the entrails of his stomach clearly visible.

The red-haired man let go of his hand holding the knife, held down the spear tightly, gritted his teeth, pulled the spear out of his abdomen, and flew the fragments of his internal organs.

The black-armored warrior lost his support and fell to the ground with a bang, and the red-haired man ran out of strength and fell to the ground.

The gray eyes looked at the flying boat flying in the distance, and a wry smile appeared on the weather-beaten face.

"What's going on?"

Wang Ping and Lieshan Qianqian jumped down from the Langluo flying boat and looked at the scene in front of them, full of shock.

I never thought that a strong man like a black-armored warrior would chase down an evil monk at the end of a strong crossbow and be killed by someone.

When Wang Ping saw the red-haired man's face clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were red.

"Are you the red-haired ghost He Teng?"

The red-haired man was also quite surprised to hear that the junior in front of him could say his name, and he forced a breath, and said with a somewhat broken smile:

"I didn't expect the old man's name to be so big, even you, a little doll, can know the old man's name."

Wang Ping snorted coldly and glared angrily at the red-haired ghost He Teng.

"Do you still remember the battle between you and my master a thousand peerless half-saints outside Yueshan City a few years ago?"

The red-haired ghost He Teng was surprised when he heard this, and his face turned cold.

"It turned out that you little bastard, you used the sword talisman of Han Qianjue's old ghost to kill my favorite disciple, but the road is narrow. I heard that Old Ghost Han died after a battle with me, and he died well, hahaha......"

"You are just a defeated general under my master, if it weren't for his old age, how could you leave alive that day. But it's okay, today, I personally sent you on the road to comfort my master's spirit in heaven. ”

The red-haired ghost He Teng was furious when he heard this, the little Fish Dragon Realm monk, who dared to talk to him like this on weekdays, mobilized the last holy qi in his body, and slapped it towards Wang Ping.

Wang Ping's face was fearless in his face, under the Origin Saint's eyes, this was just a bluff blow.

Behind him, an illusory multicolored holy image emerged, in which red, blue, gold, and blue were condensed, and brown was very illusory. The cultivation of the eighth transformation of the Ichthyosaurus Dimension Holy Vein was exposed.

The ninety-nine inscriptions on the Red Flame Fist were all stimulated, and the Open Heaven Fist was struck, turning into a Red Flame Fire Dragon to shatter the palm print, and then beating the red-haired ghost He Teng upside down and flying out, falling to the ground, retching, but there was no trace of holy blood in his body.

Unwilling eyes looked at Wang Ping, the blow just now was already his last outburst, barely able to deal with the level of a half-saint, dealing with an ordinary Ichthyosaurus Realm martial artist, it must be a hand-to-hand capture, but Wang Ping is just a cultivator of the eighth transformation of the Ichthyosaurus, he can deal with it so easily, and his future achievements are only limitless.

Seeing that the enemy's disciple was so good, and this person had killed his disciple, he was suddenly furious in his heart, but he had the heart to kill the enemy, and he had no power to return to the sky.

"At the end of the road, why struggle, dying in my hands can be regarded as giving you a good home!"

Wang Ping stretched out his hand to capture the spear in the hand of the black-armored man, the holy qi was injected into it, and the inscriptions lit up one after another, and the refining fire in the sea of consciousness flew out of his eyes under the urging of spiritual power, attaching to the spear.

Then a spear was thrown, nailing the red-haired ghost He Teng to the ground, and the divine refining fire rushed into his sea of qi, burning the few remaining holy souls.

"Ah~, little bastard, you can't die well!"

The terrible screams resounded through the valley, and the faces of the scorching mountains on the side were a little unnatural.

"I almost forgot, you brought someone with you just now, Bi Xie, is it your disciple, or your disciple? I should have been thrown in the middle of the road by you, don't worry, I will find him and send him to accompany you. ”

The red-haired ghost He Teng's eyes widened angrily, and he wanted to look at the vicious little bastard, but his strength was exhausted, and his head was finally smashed into the rubble, and his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't see it.

Wang Ping stepped forward to put away the body of the black-armored warrior and the red-haired ghost He Teng, the black-armored warrior died in battle, and he needed to bring the body back to the school palace for burial, as for the red-haired ghost He Teng, he wanted to take it to Han Qianjue's grave to comfort the dead.

With a sigh of relief in his heart, even Wang Ping himself didn't notice that the death of a thousand half-saints had become a hidden worry in his heart. At this moment, the enemy was stabbed, and the blocks in his heart dissipated, and he only felt refreshed, and even his cultivation was faintly showing signs of breakthrough.

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