The soft and gentle moonlight became cold and piercing in vain.

The corpse in the pool of blood was a pseudo-congenital realm powerhouse, and he could be regarded as a top master on the rivers and lakes, but such a top master, under Fang Ping's attack, he didn't survive a single round, and he died on the spot and fell in a pool of blood.

Hundreds of people in the rivers and lakes in the distance were silent, and many people were shocked and speechless.

"Be careful, this son's combat power is extraordinary!"

"Yes, those who can subdue the innate Xuan soldiers must be demonic!"

More than a dozen pseudo-innate realm powerhouses looked at each other and recognized the reality, that is, what they were facing was not an ordinary martial artist, but a fierce demon full of thorns.

"Burning Sky Divine Palm!" A pseudo-innate realm powerhouse attacked Fang Ping first, his palm print was as red as a soldering iron, and the scorching true qi gushed out like a tide, and the terrifying temperature was able to boil a pool of clear water into mist.

More than a dozen pseudo-innate realm powerhouses at the scene followed closely behind, and their cultivation of martial arts was not the same.

Bang bang bang! Knock knock!

Sword energy, sword energy, fist strength, palm strength.

The offensive of more than a dozen pseudo-innate realm powerhouses slammed into Fang Ping's body from all directions, and the ground where Fang Ping was located shattered and sank overwhelmed. The waves of sand and gravel that were raised were about to overturn the boundless earth, and when the dust and ashes dispersed, Fang Ping stood there unscathed, wearing a transparent armor that was more than an inch thick and radiant.

The transparent armor, embellished with jewel-like blue patterns, shimmeringly wrapped around Fang Ping's body, blocking the attack of more than a dozen pseudo-innate realm powerhouses for him.

To be honest, Fang Ping never put these dozen pseudo-innate realm powerhouses in his eyes from beginning to end.

After the turtle breath true qi bred by the turtle breath breath breathing technique of the divine skill realm was condensed into the "Fog True Qi Armor", the defense power reached an unimaginable stage, just like outside the ruins of the Five Luo Sect, it was impossible for an innate powerhouse like the old man in the yellow robe who had just entered the innate realm to break through the "Fog True Qi Armor" condensed by Fang Ping today.

The difference in strength was clear at a glance, more than a dozen pseudo-congenital realm powerhouses couldn't hurt Fang Ping at all, and as soon as Fang Ping made a move, he trembled as if he was possessed by gods and demons.

Seeing Fang Ping disappear in place, when he appeared, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed the throat of a pseudo-innate realm powerhouse, who still wanted to escape, but where could he dodge, asking Fang Ping to tear off a bloody and hot throat alive.

When he turned around, Fang Ping pounced on the next target, his palm was like a knife, and he slashed down with knife intent, leaving a bloody wound more than half a foot long outside the body of the pseudo-innate realm powerhouse below, and his intestines flowed to the ground.

"Monster!"

"In front of him, the pseudo-innate realm powerhouse is actually as fragile as a child, is this demon still human?"

The hundreds of people in the rivers and lakes in the distance were not only shocked, but also had brains that smeared oil on the soles of their feet and slipped away.

"Ice!"

This is an old man in Tsing Yi, his true qi is as piercing as ten thousand years of ice, and after it is released, the "mist true qi armor" outside Fang Ping's body is frozen dozens of meters away.

Poof

The "Mist True Qi Armor", which can resist all attacks, rebound, absorb, and dissolve the internal force of True Qi, quickly freezes on the surface, but it only falls off in an instant, as if it is flowing water and cannot be frozen.

"How could it be, the old man has cultivated this "cold ice energy" for forty years, and ordinary martial artists of the same level can't hold up a few breaths under my "cold ice energy", how did he cultivate to this level at such a young age? The old man in Tsing Yi widened his eyes in disbelief, and then saw Fang Ping rampage, slapping over two pseudo-innate realm powerhouses along the way and killing him in front of him.

The strength of the old man in Tsing Yi can be regarded as one of the strongest among the seventeen pseudo-congenital realm powerhouses, but seeing Fang Ping's majestic posture rushing to the front of him, he was also frightened to death, his blood coagulated, and he begged for mercy in a panic; “… Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding...... The old man will leave immediately. ”

"Don't you think it's too late to go now?" Fang Ping thought that he was a furnace, the furnace cultivated a hundred scriptures, his body was shining, the golden true blood in his body was ready to move, and he could swim all over his body at any time, and he swept out with a hand knife, carrying the artistic conception of the knife and the artistic conception of the sword.

Ordinary martial artists can only comprehend one artistic conception in their lives, and martial artists who can comprehend a variety of artistic conceptions, Linjiao Fengmao, Fang Ping also relied on the shocking health maintenance method of raising furnace skills, so that he was able to comprehend the three artistic conceptions of martial arts.

Bang la blah

The palm that fell into the eyes of the old man in Tsing Yi did not seem to be flesh and blood, but a heavenly sword that cut the sky and the earth, and everything was broken.

As soon as the wind blew, half of the body of the old man in Tsing Yi fell to the left and half to the right.

In this way, Fang Ping killed another pseudo-innate realm powerhouse.

"Invincible!" A pseudo-innate realm powerhouse turned pale, gave up his dignity and fled into the depths of the night.

Fang Ping chased after him, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his place with a head.

"This kid wants to kill them all?"

A pseudo-innate realm powerhouse asked with a swallowed saliva.

"Little brother...... God is majestic, the combat power is overwhelming, tonight it is my lard that blinds my heart, and I ask the little brother to raise his noble hand and let me go. ”

There was a pseudo-congenital realm powerhouse who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and lowered his head, begging Fang Ping to give him a way to live.

Fang Ping shook his head indifferently, everything must be compared with the heart, in exchange for him Fang Ping fell into the disadvantage and became a prisoner of the ranks, will these guys have pity and raise their noble hands?

"That means you're really going to kill them all, leaving no room for anything?"

"Fight with him!"

A pseudo-innate realm powerhouse, waving a steel knife in a hoarse voice, layers of sword qi, rolling like a wave of attack on Fang Ping, on the more than an inch thick "Mist True Qi Armor" outside Fang Ping's body, creating a lot of ripple traces, but he couldn't break through the defense of this "Mist True Qi Armor", everything was in vain.

Fang Pingru was wearing an armor that was invulnerable to swords and guns, and he walked forward in the storm, approaching the pseudo-congenital realm powerhouse a few steps away, twisting the opponent's neck, snatching the steel knife in the opponent's hand, kneading it into a paper-like iron lump in his hand, and throwing it towards a pseudo-congenital realm powerhouse in the distance.

The pseudo-innate realm powerhouse who had dodged the iron pimple looked up and saw that a big hand of Mount Tai was slapping on its Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"Separate and escape!"

The few pseudo-innate realm powerhouses who were alive fled in different directions tacitly.

Fang Ping didn't say a word, disappeared in place, and returned to his place covered in blood after a while.

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(End of chapter)