"Save people first."

After Chen Ping shot out a sword, he didn't look at the woman in the sword shirt again.

He really remembers.

At that time, when the woman fell into a trap and was extremely angry and helpless, she inadvertently leaked the strength of her body.

I didn't see how she moved.

The blue brick ground under his feet had already turned into smashes, and even his feet were sunk in.

The woman in the sword shirt is actually a master.

It's just that the experience of the rivers and lakes is a little weaker.

However, I believe that after this catastrophe, there must be boundless anger in her heart.

Need to vent.

Meigu may really be miserable.

……

"Save people first."

Chen Pingqing snorted, and his figure was no longer as slow and bully as before.

Instead, it turned into a strong arrow, and the double swords in his hands were strengthened, shaking open the red silk short sword, and rushed towards Zhuang Hongyi.

He hadn't forgotten it.

Cultivate the realm with your current qi and blood.

It is only a second-order stage, and when it comes to dodging and evacuating the body, in general, it is still inferior to a Qi refining cultivator of the same level.

Because, the other party will work lightly.

Once the situation is not good, it will fly.

Will hang and fight, fly kites.

If Zhuang Hongyi really wakes up, the situation may become very difficult.

He had been playing a lot of games, staggering, and his body had suffered great internal injuries......

In fact, his strength had grown very abnormally, and he only used fifty percent or three thousand catties of strength at this time.

The body is extremely strong, and it is not as badly injured as it seems on the surface.

Strength is even less likely to fail.

At the beginning, Chang Sansi shot with all his might, but it was only two thousand catties of strength, which was really not worth mentioning in Chen Ping's opinion.

However, in the eyes of others, this is the normal level of strength of a Qi and Blood Martial Dao cultivator who has reached the stage of refining the viscera and has practiced the heart.

Therefore, he was not worried that Zhuang Hongyi would find out that something was wrong.

The reason for showing weakness is, of course, for the sword-shirted woman, to be precise, not just for her.

Chen Ping was worried that with the cold and cold temperament of this Zhuang Hongyi, seeing that the situation was not good, he was likely to call his subordinates to kill hostages to threaten him.

Even, even if it wasn't to threaten himself, he would ask those men in black to wield butcher knives in order to vent his anger.

The purpose of my own coming here has never been hidden, and with the other party's heart, I have really done it.

All things are foreseen, and those who are not prepared are wasted.

At that time, except for watching these innocent women die in front of him, no matter whether his mood will be affected or not, he will definitely not feel good anyway.

Therefore, it is necessary to solve the worries first.

The three long silver needles behind the sword-shirted woman reflected the bright moon, which was very conspicuous, and Chen Ping was not blind, so he couldn't see it.

He chose to take a gamble.

Judging from the results, it is natural to bet right.

The woman in the sword shirt stood up, the first thing was not to move her hands and feet, but like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, opening her mouth and letting out a long roar, stretching her waist, and between pitching, she waved down with one hand.

Meigu just rushed to the front.

Before she could make any moves.

The white and smooth palm of the sword-shirted woman had already hit the top of her head like thunder and lightning.

Burst......

There was a soft thud.

Meigu's head can't be seen directly.

It was slapped into the chest.

The sword-shirted woman took a break and glanced at Chen Ping deeply.

Sure enough, they didn't come to help.

Instead, like a tiger descending from the mountain, his body passed by, rolling up gusts of fishy wind.

The black-clothed man in front of the carriage was like a spring, and as long as he touched her fists and legs, it would fly as far as he could.

Wails and screams rang out.

Not far away, Zhuang Hongyi's anger shook so violently that his eardrums itched slightly, but he couldn't change what had happened at all.

She simply ignored the sword-shirted woman who was slaughtering her subordinates in the distance, and just dealt with Chen Ping, who was rushing like a gale.

In his heart, he was secretly ruthless.

'Do you want to get close?' ’

Then get you close.

Others don't know the fame of this red silk sword dance, but Zhuang Hongyi knows best.

The sharp dagger is not a strange thing.

The real right-hand weapon is actually the red silk with the sword tied.

In the eyes of others, this is just a ribbon woven of silk, at most with some internal force attached, becoming tough and unrepentant.

But she didn't know how much effort she put into these two long streamers, and how precious some of the heavenly silk mixed in them were.

'Can block my rainstorm sword style, both body and knife skills can be regarded as profound, and can be regarded as a powerful hand. However, a mere second-order qi and blood entered my circle of red silk heaven, and it was simply a suicide. ’

"Rainstorm style" is a normal means, and "Tianluo style" is Zhuang Hongyi's real killer move.

This secret, except for one or two people close to him, Zhuang Hongyi did not tell anyone, nor did he show it in front of any living people.

Whoever she saw was killed by her.

When she saw Chen Ping rushing with all his strength, desperate to get close.

did not use light skills, preemptively shifting shapes and changing positions, but the sword blade flew more and more, and he was angry and corrupt, but under his hand was loose three points.

'You come, wait for you to come. ’

One has a heart.

One intentionally.

The two of them were originally five zhang away, but in an instant, as Chen Ping rushed forward a few steps, they had already reached the front.

It's almost veneer, only an arm's length apart.

"You've been fooled."

"You've been fooled."

Both of them spoke at the same time, smiles on their faces.

The first is Zhuang Hongyi, a style of undressing and transposition, the red robe is swollen, and the double sword red silk that is long and far away is like a weaver girl threading a needle, embroidering a fine pattern.

In the blink of an eye, the two red silk strands were circling around, attached to a strong internal force, wrapping Chen Ping impermeable.

In this case, let alone attack, you can't even reach out and stretch your feet, let alone hit someone with your hands.

However, with the conventional attack of Qi and Blood Martial Arts, it is impossible to attack far, and in the case of binding hands and feet, there is no second result except waiting for death.

Zhuang Hongyi had already reached out and grabbed a short sword, and swung it to cut off Chen Ping's head.

What to recruit, what talent.

That's just casual talk.

Attacking this young man, the methods are ruthless, and the mind is very thoughtful, the three deputy incense masters of Qingzitang all died in his hands, and it is okay to have a deep blood feud with Qisetang.

The most important thing is that the black wolf and the leopard are as weak as children in his hands, and they play with them in the palm of their hands.

It's as easy as swatting two mosquitoes to death.

The attacking teenager is definitely a powerful and dangerous person, so don't keep it if you can kill it.

She would never risk her life.

Just as the short sword in her hand swung vigorously, there was a flower in front of her.

Originally, as a killer of tricks, the heavenly silk red silk couldn't be tied up at all.

A scorching sun-like heat of qi and blood came from in front of him, making people feel like they were in a furnace, and they were extremely hot.

The autumn leaves flutter in front of you, and they are fluttering one after another.

The golden silk and red silk that he regarded as a treasure were broken like countless colorful butterflies in an instant.

Before the sword fell, she saw that a fist was bursting out, wrapped in a raging wave of qi, and hit her chest.

Before the fist arrived, the air seemed to be evacuated, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

An extreme oppression quietly surfaced in my heart.

"It's not good, he has hidden his strength, it is definitely not a second-order qi and blood, but a third-order."

Just feel the speed at which the fist breaks through the air and estimate the punch power.

Zhuang Hongyi hurriedly lifted his body, the sword blade could no longer cut down, and in a hurry, he only had time to cross his chest before he was hit by a punch.

Click-la-la.

The short sword in her hand was discounted on the spot, and when her right arm touched the punch, there was no suspense about the bone breaking blood splattered, and the power was transmitted layer by layer, from the wrist to the elbow, and then to the shoulder......

Zhuang Hongyi screamed, his body flew upside down, and he spit out two mouthfuls of blood in his heart while he was still in the air.

She didn't even dare to look back, the flying figure, tapped on the tree, and took off, already jumping into the air, more than ten feet long.

"Hugh go."

Chen Ping's heart was slightly cold.

He used all the strength of six thousand catties in his body, and with the method of high-frequency shock, he shattered the fangs and double blades in his hand, and finally shattered the red silk under the unexpected circumstances of Zhuang Hongyi.

made a brazen attack again, and smashed the mountain and rocks with one punch, beating the opponent's arm to pieces and breaking bones.

In this way, there was also an extremely flexible and cold force that transmitted to his fist, attacking the meridians, and making him stop for a while.

As a result, the strength was not exhausted, so Zhuang Hongyi found an opportunity, took advantage of the situation to fly back, and retreated into the air.

This person's skills are profound, and if he tries again, he may not be able to calculate it......

At this time, his right arm was broken, his body was injured, and he must not have been able to escape far.

But the tiger must not be let go back to the mountain.

As soon as I think about it......

Chen Ping strengthened under his feet, and the internal force of the seven stars of the dantian ran wildly, attaching to his legs, stepping out of the billowing dust and smoke.

chased after Zhuang Hongyi, and he was able to chase head to end.