He Ping sacrificed his sword and said coldly: "Your Excellency attacked and killed me, I should have taken your life, but, for Fei'er's sake, I can let you go once!"

Hearing Luo Fei'er's name, Zhang Yaohui was already furious, angry at the bullfight, and the other party called him so intimately, how could he bear it!

"I'm sorry, you dogs and men, I don't swear to be a human if I don't break your body into thousands of pieces!"

Zhang Yaohui secretly pinched the magic technique, and the power of flames poured into the long sword. Flames rose on the tip of the sword, and the blade turned red.

"Before the secret realm, Fei'er didn't betray you at all. ”

This matter can no longer be good, He Ping naturally will not sit still, take out the sword, and said coldly: The tone is cold, without a trace of emotion. The other party abandoned his wife and fled for his life alone, He Ping didn't say a word. For a dying person, there is no longer any need to reason with him.

"Hmph, so you think I'm going to let you go?"

Zhang Yaohui's magic sword was over, but he was more calm.

"I just want you to die!"

He said indifferently.

Zhang Yaohui sneered, this guy is so arrogant, he is no longer the Zhang Yaohui of the year, he has already practiced the eighth layer of qi, how can he talk about the same day as back then!

Zhang Yaohui's sword slashed forward, and a line of fire flew out from the tip of the sword, like a long whip, sweeping towards He Ping's waist. He Ping's sword was blocked to the side. The flame whip was invisible, passing through the sword and winding He Ping.

The corners of Zhang Yaohui's mouth turned up, his wrist flipped, and the long whip brought up a pulling force and pulled He Ping over.

How could He Ping be so submissive, a punch was blasted out, and there was a faint trace of silver-white arc on the fist, and with a bang, the long whip broke in response.

Zhang Yaohui's face froze, but he didn't expect He Ping to destroy his fire whip with just one punch.

"Fire Serpent Flurry!"

Zhang Yaohui's wrist swung continuously, and one after another lines of fire flew out, forming a huge net of flames in the air, covering He Ping in the giant net at once.

The giant net suddenly deformed, turning into a red pillar of wind, spinning, and winding towards He Ping.

He Ping smiled bitterly, other people's spells are endless, it seems that he only cares about improving his cultivation, and he has not learned any new spells.

"Wooden dungeon!"

He Ping repeated his old tricks, summoned a green cage, and first set himself up. The red pillar of wind swept over the cage and turned into flames, and the entire cage burned.

He Ping punched continuously, hitting the cage, bang, bang, there was a chaotic sound, the wooden vine with flames, scattered out, and the red wind pillar disappeared.

The fire snake dance was broken like this, and Zhang Yaohui was furious. He pinched the spell and wanted to attack again, but he felt his feet tighten, and two emerald green vines stretched out from the ground and wrapped around his legs.

The vines had spikes on them, and they pierced into Zhang Yaohui's skin, with bursts of numbness.

With a wave of Zhang Yaohui's long sword, he cut off the vines under his feet, and the power of the flames on the sword was extremely strong, directly igniting the vines. The moment the vines were cut off, the mana in Zhang Yaohui's body was running, and the wood spirit power that had invaded his body had already been dissolved.

Zhang Yaohui didn't have a chance to breathe, he only felt that the top of his head was dark, and a giant wood the thickness of a water tank had rushed straight down.

After He Ping's cultivation was promoted, although the new spell was not learned, the power of the original spell had increased a lot, and the giant wood summoned by the giant wood technique had more than doubled in size.

The giant tree is full of greenery, and the branches and green leaves all contain the power of powerful wood spirits.

The giant tree is amazingly powerful, with a strong coercion, with the momentum of Mount Tai pressing the top, rushing straight down

If Zhang Yaohui was hit by this giant tree, he would directly turn into meat puree.

How could Zhang Yaohui not know the power of this giant tree, his body rushed forward, not only dodging the giant tree, but also rushing in front of He Ping, the sword in his hand was raised high, and he was about to cut it.

At this moment, a green shadow suddenly appeared around Zhang Yaohui, and in an instant, the green shadow turned into a series of crossed wooden vines, surrounding the space, and a turquoise cage appeared.

He Ping did not relax, Zhang Yaohui and Luo Fei'er have been together for so many years, how can they not be familiar with the wooden prison spell.

Sure enough, the wooden prison was empty, and Zhang Yaohui didn't know where to go.

He Ping threw himself forward, flipped his body, and appeared next to the wooden prison.

Zhang Yaohui's sword was held horizontally, he had just swung a sword, he was determined to win, but he didn't expect to be easily dodged by the other party.

"Fire Blade Slash!"

Taking advantage of He Ping's unstable body, Zhang Yaohui's long sword slashed down on his head. A crimson blade of light stretched out from the tip of the sword, several feet long, like a flaming giant sword, slashing down with the trajectory of the sword.

He Ping's figure flashed, and the power of the intense flames fell from his side, and the huge wooden cage was ignited by the flames, blazing, and after a moment, it was reduced to ashes.

He Ping stepped on the ground and rushed to Zhang Yaohui at once, and with the momentum of breaking the wind, the sword slashed down.

The corners of Zhang Yaohui's mouth curled, he held the sword with both hands, blocked upward, and with a ding, He Ping's sword was blocked in mid-air. He had long known that He Ping was infinitely powerful, but he didn't expect to underestimate He Ping, and Zhang Yaohui's body was pressed down and squatted down.

It was this little mistake that allowed He Ping to seize the opportunity. Zhang Yaohui had just stabilized his body, and a big foot had already kicked him in the chest

Zhang Yaohui put his arm on his chest.

Bang –

Zhang Yaohui was kicked out, and his arms were in sharp pain.

He Ping frowned, under the impact just now, a crack had already appeared in his sword, and the opponent's sword was at least a high-grade magic weapon! Such an impact, it would not take a few times, and the sword in his hand would be abolished. Thinking like this, He Ping's movements did not stop, his figure flashed, and he approached Zhang Yaohui's body again, and the sword stabbed sharply, directly taking Zhang Yaohui's eyebrows.

The sword in Zhang Yaohui's hand was pointed out, and the two swords were nailed together ——,.

With the force of this collision, Zhang Yaohui's figure retreated sharply and distanced himself from He Ping.

"Molten City of Fire!"

Zhang Yaohui roared angrily, and streams of flame power poured out from his body and spread in the air.

The air around him suddenly became furious, but it was invisible, and He Ping didn't know how to dodge.

Suddenly, a fireball appeared out of thin air and struck He Ping's shoulder. He Ping was short and dodged this fireball.

Another fireball struck, and this time it appeared in a completely different position than just now.

More fireballs, constantly generated in the void, whistling, rushed towards He Ping, sealing all his retreats.

Boom, boom, boom!

Fireballs exploded, and the flames instantly submerged He Ping. His clothes were set on fire, and in an instant, they were reduced to nothingness. He Ping's hair also burned, carrying puffs of green smoke.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!"

Seeing He Ping turn into a fire man, Zhang Yaohui laughed wildly.

"I want you to live better than die, life better than death!"

He Ping remained motionless, like a sculpture. At this moment, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was deaf to everything around him.

At the moment when the flames rose around him, a deep voice suddenly sounded in his heart.

"The third level of the god and demon refinement: refinement!"

The power of the flames lingered around He Ping's body and slowly seeped into his skin.

He Ping gritted his teeth, at this moment, He Ping couldn't care about making a move, there seemed to be a steel needle inserted in each of his pores, and these steel needles were piercing little by little, penetrating his skin little by little, and penetrating into his bones.

Zhang Yaohui was still laughing, but after a while, he couldn't laugh out loud.

The man on the other side was still burning, but it wasn't as he imagined, gradually turning to ashes.

The man was still standing, motionless, but he never fell, not even the color of his skin changed.

What's going on? He used his mana to form a diaphragm? No, the mana diaphragm wasn't like that at all.

The power of the Burning Molten City seemed to be weakening, and the man was still like that, standing quietly.

Zhang Yaohui began to get uneasy, raised his sword, and rushed over.

Zhang Yaohui swung his sword and slashed at He Ping's neck. No matter what the hell the other party does, as long as the head is cut off, the other party will no longer be lucky.

He Ping endured the severe pain, raised the sword in his hand, and blocked it at his side.

When—

The swords collided, He Ping frowned again, and the sword added a crack again. I don't know how many times his sword can withstand such a collision.

Zhang Yaohui had already seen the clues, He Ping's movements had been affected, and his sword was almost dead, and he was secretly happy in his heart.

At this moment, if it weren't for the bottom of his mana, Zhang Yaohui would definitely use his strongest spell, but unfortunately, he could only use his sword to slash.

When, when, when, whoa!

Under the continuous collision, He Ping's magic sword finally collapsed and turned into pieces of crystalline light.

Zhou was in great pain, but fortunately, the power of the flames had gradually weakened, and he was already able to act.

Another sword light struck, He Ping pounced to the side, flipped on his side, and escaped three or four meters away.

Zhang Yaohui was about to swing his sword to chase him out, but he felt numb under his feet and was entangled by vines again.

Zhang Yaohui was shocked, he had no mana, even if he cut off the vines, how could the power of this wood poison be resolved?

Zhang Yaohui had just cut off two vines, and two more were entangled, so he had to swing his sword and cut again.

Finally broke free from the shackles of the vines, and before Zhang Yaohui could take a breath, a huge log suddenly appeared and smashed down.

Zhang Yaohui gritted his teeth in anger, this guy can only use these few spells, but he is so difficult.

Zhang Yaohui's figure flashed rapidly, but he had just been stabbed by a vine, and he was unable to move, and in a hurry, he would avoid the falling giant tree.

The giant tree slammed down, booming, and the ground trembled.

Zhang Yaohui had palpitations, if he was a little slower, he would have turned into a pulp.

However, He Ping was unwilling to let it go, and punched it out, hitting Zhang Yaohui's chin.

Zhang Yaohui was shot up in the air, and in mid-air, he was already unconscious.

Zhang Yaohui's body fell to the ground, and with a bang, the sword fell and rolled far away. Zhang Yaohui lay on the ground, motionless.

He Ping walked over, picked up the sword, destroyed a medium-grade magic sword, and got a high-grade one, no loss.

He Ping walked to Zhang Yaohui's side again, picked up his head, and with a slight pull, a trace of blood slipped down the corner of Zhang Yaohui's mouth.

After doing all this, He Ping put his mind at ease. At this moment, his clothes had been burned by the flames, and he had no hair.

He Ping took out a set of clothes from the storage bag, put them on his body, and then squatted down and carefully checked Zhang Yaohui.

A storage bag was picked up by He Ping and tied around his waist.