Although he didn't know what happened to Mo Yeqing, Gan Ping still looked at the half-human, half-scorpion monster in front of him with an indifferent expression. Mo Yeqing's originally thick arms had turned into a pair of huge pliers, which kept opening and closing, making a palpitating sound. The lower half of the body had turned into a scorpion-shaped, and six terrifying giant legs covered with barbs trampled the dead grass on the ground to the ground and flew grass foam, blowing up huge smoke and dust. Wherever he passed, the fire poison flowed endlessly, and most of the half-green and half-yellow grassland was immediately burned, and the Netherworld Evil Flame attached to Mo Yeqing's body had been swallowed by him in one bite.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it is swallowed, although the fire of the Netherworld Evil Flame is fierce and vicious, but there is only a trace of it, after this Mo Yeqing shows his body, for the strong body that is several feet high, this fire qi can not cause any harm at all. And the body of this nine-tailed fire scorpion belongs to the yin and poisonous veins, and this powerful poisonous fire is not without a small supplement to it.

Pursing his lips and looking at Mo Yeqing, whose eyes were bright, Gan Ping couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Could it be that this person really thinks that he can completely suppress himself by showing this huge body? On the Nanji Mountain that day, the reason why he would retreat from the nine-tailed fire scorpion was because he was affected by the energy of the demon fairy in the witch tomb, and it was difficult to resist after repeated hard battles without healing from serious injuries. Even when he killed Namo Yehua, he didn't show his full strength.

You must know that Gan Ping's swordsmanship and some protective magic weapons are enough to fight with Wan Fang, who is at the peak of the Jindan Great Perfection, and for him, if he hadn't been seriously injured, Deng Ran would not have been able to escape at that time. If the strength shown by Gan Ping that day is used as a yardstick, then this ink night celebration is very wrong.

With a light wave of the treasure fan, Gan Ping stood in the air with his wings waving his wings in an elegant and peaceful manner, looking at the monster in front of him with great interest. Although the Mo Yeqing in front of him is fierce, it is far worse than the hooked snake he met a few days ago. This nine-tailed fire scorpion is just contaminated with a trace of the blood of an ancient poisonous beast, and that hooked snake is a real ancient alien species, doesn't it also obediently retreat for the coming day?

The white bone claw hammer in Mo Yeqing's hand has disappeared, and for him who has transformed into his body, the pair of indestructible huge pincers are enough to compare to ordinary divine weapons. Wielding huge pincers, Mo Yeqing roared and pounced, he turned into a beast, and even his body was a little more hideous, whether it was Mo Yeqing or the nine-tailed fire scorpion, they all hated Gan Ping to the core, and they were willing to tear it apart with a pair of pincers when they met this time.

Seeing the huge pincers of the nine-tailed fire scorpion coming in front of him, a layer of fine dark red dragon scales had already appeared on Gan Ping's body, and now his physical strength was almost close to nine thousand stones. A punch was struck, and the powerful fist wind brought bursts of sharp whistling, and Mo Yeqing's scorpion claws collided together. The arrogant Gan Ping didn't want to take advantage of him, but he didn't expect that this ink night celebration would not set off any waves.

It was like two galloping rhinoceros colliding fiercely, and a huge crashing sound was heard in mid-air, and Gan Ping and Mo Yeqing retreated dozens of feet at the same time. Gan Ping's eyes flashed with light, revealing a look of extreme excitement. Good strength, Gan Ping has not met such an opponent whose physical strength can be equal to his own for a long time, and now he has met this ink night celebration, which is just right to relax his muscles and bones.

Frowning and looking at the sleeves that were shattered by the strong force, Gan Ping simply stretched out his hand, and tore off the tattered clothes on his body with two sneers, revealing a strong upper body like iron and stone. A pair of wings behind him swayed a blazing wind, Gan Ping let out a long roar of excitement, spread his wings and fell, raised his fist and struck at Mo Yeqing's head, the strong fist wind rushed to suppress Mo Yeqing's breathlessness.

Hurriedly crossed his huge pincers, Mo Yeqing swung up, and the strong qi wave between the collisions forced the six scorpion claws under Mo Yeqing's body into the ground by more than a foot. And Gan Ping, who was swept back by the shock, let out a long roar of excitement, spread his wings and flew down again, smashing Mo Yeqing's body to the ground again. Like a meteor hitting a stone mountain, Gan Ping's constantly impacting figure made Mo Yeqing almost breathless, and his heart was even more turbulent.

Originally, I thought that I had devoured and fused the flesh of this nine-tailed fire scorpion, and the strength of my body had reached the extreme, and it was simply a matter of being able to deal with this peak disciple of the chemical liquid. But he didn't expect to meet a freak like Gan Ping, the strength of Gan Ping's physical body who had cultivated the Dragon Clan's body forging technique had reached an extremely terrifying level, and his physical body that had refined and absorbed the essence blood of the witch god and the blood of the true dragon had risen to the next level.

One is a murderer who has swallowed up the ancient demon beast, and the other is a freak who has refined his body like a magic weapon. Although Mo Yeqing fused with the nine-tailed fire scorpion, his body was too large, and when he moved his hand, he was pressed by Gan Ping, who acted like the wind, and couldn't raise his head. After all, Gan Ping, who had transplanted the wings of the Yingyu and had a deep understanding of the golden light method, even if he didn't take the initiative to attack, this Mo Yeqing would never want to get a cold hair on him. What's more, when Gan Ping made a move, he also integrated the dragon clan's combat skills and body into it, as if the dragon traveled for nine days, without a trace.

Mo Yeqing only felt like a nail that was constantly hit by a hammer, falling to the ground little by little, and couldn't help but roar up to the sky, and then went crazy, and the nine scorpion tails behind him poked straight towards Gan Ping's head. The tail of the scorpion was like a spear, dark and shiny, obviously containing poison, and the tail needle on it was several feet long, and if it was struck by it, it would definitely be poked out of a hole.

Sensing the strong wind in his head, Gan Ping snorted coldly, dodged several scorpion tails that stabbed him, and grabbed the last scorpion tail in his palm. The flames that rose at the time flashed from Gan Ping's palm, and the nine-tailed fire scorpion's Benti was originally quite resistant to the genus of flames, but it was when he encountered a dragon pattern propylene fire yuan gang cultivated by Gan Ping himself, and the propylene fire yuan gang that had reached the realm of Rong Yuan was simply indestructible, and its power was only under the extinguishing true flame. Dealing with a small character like Mo Yeqing, using the Silent Extinguishing True Flame is really a bit of a fuss.

Mo Yeqing, who was scorched by the fire Yuangang, raised his head to the sky and roared, the giant tail shook violently, and the remaining eight scorpion tails stabbed at Gan Ping viciously. Looking up to the sky and smiling, Gan Ping flashed the few giant tails that attacked him, his arms were forced, and the knotted muscles and flesh stood out inch by inch, and he actually dragged this scorpion tail to lift Mo Yeqing's huge body on his heels.

The cold glint in his eyes flickered, this Mo Yeqing was able to promote his cultivation from the first rank of the golden pill to the high level of the golden pill in a few months, no matter what means he used, but this entry was enough to make him frightened. In addition, this Mo Yeqing has an incomparable hatred with himself, and this Mo Yeqing must die today! Although Gan Ping does not like to take the initiative to calculate others, he also does not like the taste of being calculated all day long. If it weren't for the fact that this Mo Yeqing's self-cultivation was higher than Gan Ping, he came to the door with a big grin, and with his cultivation, he secretly made a secret plot against Gan Ping, and he would have caused a lot of trouble.

For possible troubles, Gan Ping has always been quick to kill, and at the moment he held the end of the huge scorpion tail with the force of his palm, and a pair of wide wings flashed violently, twisting the scorpion tail into a strange shape in an instant. With the sound of bones breaking and steel twisting like sore teeth, Mo Yeqing let out a long and terrible howl. The stinky blood mist in the sky sprayed away, a red light flashed, and Gan Ping, who was holding half a huge scorpion tail, looked cold, and appeared in front of Mo Yeqing with a smile.

It's late at night, the wind is a little cold, there are still tables full of dishes and wine in the city, and the warm room is waiting for you to enjoy. Feeling Gan Ping's cold gaze, the big beads of sweat on Mo Yeqing's forehead fell, and he was already clearly aware of Gan Ping's murderous intent.

What made him extremely puzzled in his heart was that this Gan Ping was obviously a cultivator at the peak of the liquid, but the true yuan mana of his body was not much inferior to his own at all, and that physical body was even more above himself, could it be that this kid was a reincarnated immortal? Otherwise, how could his strength be so terrifying?

Before Mo Yeqing could turn around from his fright, Gan Ping had already thrown away the huge scorpion tail in his hand and appeared in front of Mo Yeqing in an instant. Taken aback, Mo Yeqing waved his huge pliers and clamped them towards Gan Ping, but the two pincer teeth of the pliers were held by Gan Ping's pair of iron-like hands, and it was difficult to move. Mo Yeqing was taken aback, and hurriedly waved another plier viciously clamped Gan Ping's waist, increasing his strength, obviously wanting to clamp it into two sections.

However, a black light flashed, and a magic weapon like a belt flashed on Gan Ping's waist, and he was rich, how could he not have a few magic weapons to protect himself? Open it for me!" With Gan Ping's roar, the scorpion pincer he held in his hand exploded and was torn apart by him.

With a miserable howl, Mo Yeqing waved his right claw with only half of the pincer teeth left to release the sore foot, but the left pincer was still stuck in Gan Ping's waist and slammed it to the ground.

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