In the face of this mad tiger-like Feng Xingyuan, Gan Ping's heart was full of knots, and he secretly complained bitterly, originally thinking that he could scare away people by bringing out the big Buddha of Shizun, but he didn't expect that what he provoked was the group of crazy people who protected the shortcomings of the Iron Gate Sect. This Iron Gate Sect is famous for protecting and cherishing disciples, so even low-level disciples walk in the world, no one provokes them, and what they are afraid of is that a nest of crazy people looking for themselves desperately. Standing motionless, Gan Ping pondered what to do.

"Little bastard, don't you think that if you kill my disciple of the Iron Gate Sect, you can escape with the support of your sect? Don't look at it, this is already more than a thousand miles outside Juzhen Fort, and it is 108,000 miles away from your Miaocheng Sect. I worked hard to lay down the Invisible Spirit Escape Formation, just to torture and tear you apart a little bit, so as to eliminate the hatred in my heart. Saying that, Feng Xingyuan laughed strangely, if there are really some problems in the minds of the people of this Iron Gate Sect, they are so cruel that they do not hesitate to open the super sect of Miao Chengzong for their own personal anger, and they are even more angry, giving up the opportunity to kill Gan Ping and laying out a formation, just to stay away from Juzhen Fort and slowly torture Gan Ping.

For such a fierce master of cultivation, Gan Ping was secretly vigilant, although he knew that he was not the enemy of this person at all, but he couldn't give up hope, not to mention that he still had the killer weapon of the Golden Light Method to escape for his life, so he had to wait for the opportunity. Seeing that Gan Ping no longer spoke, but just looked at himself vigilantly, Feng Xingyuan laughed, "Little bastard, you are resigned to your fate, come and come, let Lao Tzu pinch by inch to pinch your whole body, let you be tortured, wail for three days and then die, anyway, this is a remote place, and we have time." ”

As he spoke, he took a step forward, grabbed his right hand weakly, and grabbed it towards Gan Ping from afar. This move is really turbulent and energetic. In an instant, the boundless power enveloped Gan Ping tightly, and the whole person's spirit was restrained and round, and the energy exuded did not leak at all, which was the characteristic of Jindan's peak consummation. Gan Ping's eyes shrank, although he seemed to grasp it casually, it already contained the law of heaven and earth.

This popular Yuan is really good, he has already entered the Yuanying realm in half a step, this control of the laws of heaven and earth is the unique ability of the Yuanying monk, if he kills himself today, his wish will be fulfilled, and his thoughts may enter the Yuanying realm. If this is the case, the Iron Gate Sect will inevitably let this Feng Xing Yuan who has stepped into the initial level of Yuan Ying to improve his cultivation to replace the immortal genius Feng Xing Lie, as long as there is a buffer for this period of time, when Feng Xing Lie's cultivation is successful, the rise of this Iron Gate Sect will no longer be empty talk.

But this is all later, the most important thing in front of Gan Ping is how to escape this catastrophe, and he dare not slack off the mountain sword behind Gan Ping, which is already in his hand. Ling Meng's sword intent surging with the sword, Gan Ping's chest was already full of murderous intent, even if you were a monk of Jindan Danfeng, what would it be? Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, if I escaped today, I would definitely pay back this humiliation a hundredfold! The sword qi was wielded, and the sky-high killing intent made Feng Xingyuan couldn't help but slow down, "Huh? Interesting, there is such a kind of swordsmanship, but it's a pity that your cultivation is not enough, no matter how clever your swordsmanship is, it is in vain." ”

Saying this at any time, the five-grade Xuanbing character Gan Ping had a bright light in his hand, which made the Feng Xingyuan offensive of the martial arts idiot also slow down, and he turned his claws into fists and punched out. He wanted to see the wonder of this swordsmanship, and the kid in front of him was in his pocket anyway, so why bother.

Although it was a simple punch, it was also as heavy as a mountain, although there was some spare, but the heavy strength made Gan Ping have to take out twelve points of strength to resist, and the difference between the realm cultivation of the two was too great. The physical strength of this Jindan monk is full of eight thousand stones, although the power of mana is slightly less, but it is almost the same, Fengxing Yuan cultivation is profound, this number is only a lot more, and even if Gan Ping has survived the heavenly tribulation, the forging skill of cultivation far exceeds that of monks of the same level, but the physical strength is only about 1,800 stones. The power of mana is even lower than that, and the two are relatively superior.

The fist wind that came from afar caused the air to distort for a while, which was the manifestation of the extreme power, enough to distort the air, and if it was the action of the Mahayana monk, the powerful force could tear the space. With a bite of his teeth, several Yuntian Demon Fire Thunderbolts flew out, which were the one-time magic weapons that had been refined in Wei Yu Peak before. At this time, if you can save a strength, you will have more vitality, although this thing is quite rare, but you don't need to wait for a while?

Several thunder pills of thunder and lightning intersected with the strength of the punch, and the erosive power of the warm thunder pool water on the surface dissolved the fist wind into a hole, and exploded in it, even so, it only slowed down the fist wind slightly. Feng Xingyuan let out a startled sound again, what he didn't expect was that there were so many peculiarities in this kid. The fire standing on Gan Ping's shoulder was already eager to try, and with a scream, his long body suddenly stood up and turned into a violent ape more than a foot high, and the Juntian stick also grew in the wind, becoming the thickness of the bowl, and smashed the fist that flew in the direction of the front.

With a loud bang, bursts of cracking sounded, and the Juntian stick in Huo'er's hand was shattered inch by inch by the powerful fist wind, and Huo'er's huge body that had been transformed in mid-air was shaken away, and it shrank sharply and flew behind Gan Ping. "Fire Monkey, this blood is quite pure. A hint of greed flashed in Feng Xingyuan's eyes, this kid was worthy of being from a famous family, and he had now begun to think about what he would gain after killing Gan Ping.

Ignoring the fire that was shaken away, Gan Ping had already raised his sword and stabbed straight out, preferring to take it straight rather than ask Qu Zhong! Even if he knew that he was not the opponent of the person opposite, Gan Ping's self-esteem did not allow him to even take the other party's understatement punch. Huo'er changed the law of heaven and earth, and his physical strength was more than 2,000 stones, plus his physical strength of 1,800 stones and slightly lower mana, this was enough!

If you want to escape from this powerful enemy, you can only take a dangerous move and give it a go. When the Huanshan Sword touched the fist wind that had been greatly reduced, Gan Ping knew the feeling of Huo'er just now, and the huge force from the sword in his hand made Gan Ping faintly feel that he couldn't hold it. The bones of the whole body also clicked under this force, and the sword momentum that was originally indomitable was also blocked by Shengsheng and slowly forced back.

I faintly felt that the mountain sword in my hand was showing signs of not being able to hold on, and the sword formation that was connected to Gan Ping's mind also let out bursts of wails, almost about to break. Gan Ping jumped and hurriedly put away his sword. He didn't expect that this Jindan peak Great Perfection monk would be so strong, and the power of one punch was so powerful. Returning the mountain sword that was almost damaged, Gan Ping raised his hands and crossed them in front of him, and with a roar, the black scales on the surface of his body flashed, and it was the dragon scales that came out in response.

After receiving the advice of his master, Gan Ping knew that his true dragon essence blood could not be revealed easily, but now there was no way out. The right arm is in front and the left arm is behind, crossed in front of him, Zhenyuan urged, and a golden arm guard was blocked in front of the arm, which was the arm guard magic weapon used by Gan Ping during the sect competition that day. Compared to that day, Gan Ping's cultivation has increased many times, and this arm guard has also been refined by him, turning into a three-foot square ancient shield in front of him, and as his mind turns, the fragments of the fierce armor in his body have also surfaced on the surface of the arm.

With these seven-rank shield magic weapons, plus these six-grade sinister armor, as well as their own sturdy dragon scales, under the triple protection, they should be able to block this much weakened fist wind. Gan Ping secretly calculated in his heart, if it wasn't too late, he would definitely have to lay a layer of defensive formation on his body to be safe, although it was a dangerous fight, but he also had to make complete preparations.

The fist that seemed to be like a shape struck, and it hit the shield magic weapon in front of Gan Ping's body, and Gan Ping realized that he was wrong, just like a summer worm that was difficult to speak, how could he really know the horror of such a great monk, like Feng Xingyuan, a Jindan Great Perfection monk is a top monk in a big sect like Miaochengzong, and his strength is not trivial.

As the fist wind struck, the shield that shone with golden light shattered, and the fragments of the magic weapon flew in all directions. It's not that the rank of the non-treasure is not high, but Gan Ping's cultivation is too low, if the Yuanying monk came to urge the magic weapon, he would have already shaken this fist back. With the shattering of the shield-shaped armguard, Feng Xingyuan's fist momentum continued unabated, and it hit the sinister armor piece on Gan Ping's body surface, with a wail, this sinister armor is really extraordinary, worthy of being a superb treasure before, the material is really strong, even the two armor pieces are not broken, but the wail returned to Gan Ping's body with a wail, and no longer appeared.

Obviously, this magic weapon has been hit hard, and it needs to be re-practiced before it can be used again, at this time, Gan Ping has no time to care, and the heavy fist wind has arrived in front of him after several weakenings. Although the scale armor on his right arm was strong, it was also shattered inch by inch, revealing the flesh and blood in it, and being hit by this heavy force, Gan Ping's body also flew backwards, seeing that the momentum would definitely hit the blocking sword light behind him, at this time, Feng Xingyuan on the opposite side also let out a scream: "True Dragon Essence Blood!"