Chapter 211

"Boom!"

With the roar, Fang Ping has flattened the fourth house.

After all, the lower third grade martial artist is not inhuman. At the moment, Fang Ping is also tired and sweating, and his blood consumption is huge.

……

Behind the village.

"Great missionary, what should I do now?"

Someone asked in a low voice. In the crowd, a middle-aged man frowned slightly and said slowly, "today we will die, but death is not to be feared!

Now, just a group of fledgling Wuda Eagle dogs come!

These rookies have now chosen the most laborious and cost the most combat power.

In that case, satisfy them!

First class martial arts practitioners now start to sneak attack and harass, slow down their speed and kill their patience.

Without patience, these people will be more urgent

Even if the houses are leveled, even if they rotate, the HP consumption can not be compensated in a short time.

The second and third level warriors, gather together. After half an hour, listen to my order and attack and kill those three level warriors together!

Half an hour is not enough for them to replenish their Qi and blood. We wait for work with ease and kill as much as we can! "

"Yes!"

……

With the middle-aged orders, cult fighters began to appear, attack and harass.

Gu Xiong didn't care. He killed them when he came. By the way, he pretended to flatten the house together, and his face was pale.

There are not too many buildings in Panshi village, but there are also hundreds of households.

However, when more than ten houses at the entrance of the village were leveled, the whole picture of Panshi village gradually appeared in front of the people.

Glancing at the houses in the rear, Fang Ping said in a low voice: "push some houses in the middle, it's almost enough. Leave a few people to restore their blood."

Several three grade warriors sat down after hearing the speech, threw a chocolate or something and swallowed it.

……

Next, every time several houses were bulldozed, several people began to recover their blood.

Half an hour later, Fang Ping gasped: "almost. I guess people are about to come out. If they don't come out again, it means they have sneaked into the back mountain."

They have been pushed to the end. If they don't come out again, it means that people have run away and are not in the village.

Gu Xiong suddenly shouted, "withdraw!"

The people retreated one after another. At the moment, they blindly moved forward, which made people doubt.

"Can't go!"

As soon as Gu Xiong's voice fell, more than ten people rushed to both sides of the rear house!

Gu Xiong roared, "others support!"

"Stop those people!"

The preacher gave a violent drink, and dozens of people poured out from the rear again. Bypassing Fangping, they attacked and killed Zhang Ziwei in the rear.

The preacher didn't talk nonsense. He glanced at Fang Ping and shouted, "kill all these eagles and dogs and meet their desire for trial!"

After that, the preacher went straight to Gu Xiong.

Gu Xiong did not show weakness. When he stepped on the ground, his fists burst out a light blood awn. In the blink of an eye, he launched a close hand fight with the other party!

"Bang!"

Before Fang Ping could make a move, Gu Xiong flew out upside down and shouted, "three peaks, a few more people!"

There is a big gap between the top martial arts of the third grade and the beginning of the third grade!

Gu Xiong is in the second grade territory and can fight with the martial artist in the middle of the third grade. But now he enters the third grade. Just after a few moves with the other party, he is beaten upside down and flies out.

As soon as he roared, Zhao Yang and Yu Xianghua gave up their opponents in front of them and rushed to preach.

Fang Ping rushed over without delay.

Six three grade warriors began to besiege the big missionary.

Fang Ping stabbed the other party's thigh, but he stepped back several steps, and his blood fluctuated violently.

"Top martial artist of three grades!"

Fang Ping's eyes were dignified. Sure enough, there was a significant gap between Fang Ping and Sanpin junior middle school.

The other side's defense is too strong, and once hit by the counterattack, Fang Ping will be seriously hurt.

Several people here are attacking the big missionary. Chen Pengfei nearby suddenly roared, "San pin Gao Duan, come and help!"

As soon as these words came out, several three grade students next to him gave up their opponents again and began to siege the three grade high Duan Wu against Chen Pengfei.

15 three grade warriors were entangled by these two people at once.

And there are still seven or eight cult fighters and three grade fighters left, and they began to siege the remaining students.

Even so, the student who besieged the big missionary and the high section of the three grades also fell into the disadvantage, and they were injured and retreated one after another.

"Zhang Ziwei! Kill them quickly. Come and help. Some of the second-class peak!"

Chen Pengfei roared. Four junior martial artists were beaten and defeated.

The three grade high-level martial artist on their team used an alloy long stick. When the stick went down, everyone's Qi and blood fluctuated and their internal organs trembled. Chen Pengfei, as the main force, continued to spit blood and regress. The effect of the other three people was limited.

Zhang Ziwei and others are also rapidly killing those cult fighters who stand in the way.

But although the number of these people was small, they were not afraid of death and just stopped more than 200 people outside.

The great preacher Leng hum said: "I'm still a little careful. I don't consume much blood, but it's useless to rely on this careful thinking alone. Kill you three products. I think next time, the eagle dog of Wuhan University won't have the ignorant idea of using us as a test stone!"

The missionary didn't use weapons. At the moment, there was still room to speak. The other party beat Zhao Yang back with one punch. Zhao Yang's face was flushed. The next moment, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

"Entangle him!"

Zhao Yang roared, his temples collapsed instantly, and his hands showed a faint blood awn, which can be seen by the naked eye!

Fang Ping and the others were obsessed with the big missionary. At the next moment, Zhao Lei punched him in the head when the big missionary couldn't return to defense.

The preacher gave a low cry, shook back several people around him, and his body was suddenly raised. Zhao Yang's fist failed to hit his head, but hit his shoulder. There was a roar of metal collision between the two.

"Yes, I'm afraid I'll be seriously injured if you are three grade high-end. It's a pity!"

The preacher's shoulder collapsed slightly and blood flowed out, but it didn't hurt the root.

Zhao Yang failed to master the unique skill. He just broke out with a fist, and his life was close to 200 cards, reaching the point of three killer maces, but he still only slightly injured the other party.

Zhao Yang himself, however, is characterized by a serious decline in Qi and blood.

On the other side, Chen Pengfei couldn't hold on. Fortunately, Zhang Ziwei quickly attacked and killed several second-class top martial artists and began to entangle with the third-class high-level martial artist.

Fangping people overestimate themselves.

Not to mention the four grade martial arts, they are just a three grade high section and a three grade peak at the moment, which makes them a little unbearable.

The attack of the other party is no weaker than their so-called killer mace.

The other party's burst of Qi and blood is not too much.

One move in one form, with 20 or 30 cards of HP. I'm afraid the power is close to their move of exploding 100 cards of HP.

In fact, the great missionary did not make many shots, but relied more on the body for defense.

Gu Xiong said loudly, "he is deliberately consuming our blood!"

The top martial arts of the third grade has thousands of calories of Qi and blood, and all the muscles, bones and flesh have been tempered to the top. In addition to the head and internal organs, they are close to the immortal body of King Kong.

Most of the time, great missionaries would rather suffer minor injuries than fight back, but let everyone attack and rely on strong flesh to resist.

Gu Xiong roared and preached quietly. This is what everyone with a clear eye knows. The key is that if you don't attack, he will attack you. If you are careless, you can beat people with one move. You don't know life or death.

At the moment, it is difficult for everyone to ride a tiger, so they have to recruit and break out. The big missionary also continues to have scars, but they are all minor injuries. Fang Ping's people are more seriously injured and consume a lot of life and blood.

The others were a little anxious. Seeing this, Fang Ping suddenly shouted, "you go to solve the three grade high section. Give it to me here!"

Everyone was stunned. The big missionary was a little dull.

"What are you looking at? Go!"

After that, Fang Ping's long knife cut out, and his blood was almost condensed into a blade!

As soon as the preacher's mind was frozen, he was no longer distracted. The blood color on his fist flashed, and the long knife with one punch trembled constantly.

"See how many tricks you can use!"

In the face of Fang Ping's move that explodes 100 calories of life, the great missionary also needs to defend with all his heart. But how many times can Fang Ping use this move?

Soon, Fang Ping told him how many times he could use it!

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Fang Ping cut five knives in a row. The sabres broke out 100 calories of life and the big missionary kept retreating.

Others don't stop at the moment. Everyone thinks of Fang Ping's advantages. His life recovers very quickly. At present, he doesn't know the limit. But Fang Ping now uses big moves to force the big missionary to go back to defense. They solve the three grade high section first.

"Huh?"

The missionary also frowned slightly. He just wanted to leave Fang Ping, but Fang Ping quickly entangled him and showed his chopping knife again!

"Bang!"

After a few knives, the preacher stepped back a few steps and stepped out cracks under his feet.

"Can we continue?"

The missionary looked cold and said, "it seems that he is a talented student of Wuhan University. Killing you is better than killing a batch of two or three products!"

"Just try!"

A big drop of sweat dripped from Fang Ping's head, but the big missionary was no longer defensive. He whispered and bent his spine. The next second he appeared in front of Fang Ping, moving his fists and feet together and hitting Fang Ping's key.

Fang Ping's head was dripping with sweat. He tried his best to defend. He was still beaten and regressed. His body was full of blood.

"You will attack, so will I!"

Fang Ping clenched his teeth, stepped on the ground with his heels, took a step back, slightly opened the distance, and continued to chop each other. All the knives and knives went all out!

The missionary's face changed again and again. How many knives did he cut?

Twenty dollars? Thirty dollars?

The strength of Qi and blood is much higher than that of the middle part of the third grade. The explosive power of one card of Qi and blood is comparable to two or three cards below the high part of the third grade.

He has thousands of calories of life, and everyone has the same attack power. He can play two or three thousand calories of endurance below the high level.

While those in the middle part of the third grade have Qi and blood of 600 cards.

For a long time, he killed six or seven martial artists in the middle of the third grade, or even more, because he didn't just defend but not attack.

And one-on-one, he is a martial artist, who plays in the middle of the third grade, usually only a few moves.

At the moment, Fang Ping uses attack instead of defense, and moves to play the power of killer mace. In this case, he has to avoid it a little.

"I see how many knives you can cut!"

The great missionary was also cruel. He didn't believe that a middle martial artist can really break out big moves infinitely.

Fang Ping really can't explode indefinitely, but he doesn't need to explode indefinitely. It's enough to explode for a period of time.

Preaching, even if it's just defense, doesn't mean it doesn't consume HP.

Before everyone besieged him, he consumed a lot. Now he is still consuming. Fang Ping doesn't think the other party consumes too much energy.

"Thirty six knives!"

"Thirty seven knives..."

Fang Ping counted silently. If he went on, he would consume more than 100000 wealth values. Now I'm afraid he would consume more than 4 million.

"The martial artist at the top of the third grade can really resist!"

At the moment, Fang Ping also realized that he really had the limit.

His bones were creaking and his skin began to crack and bleed out.

The power of Qi and blood can be replenished, but other hardware conditions are still limited.

The big missionary opposite also had blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. His body was covered with knife marks, but he still smiled and said, "is it OK?"

After that, the big missionary was a low cry, and the shadow of the fist quickly hit the square and flat throat.

Fang Ping gave a low roar, and his right leg quickly pulled over, but he was hit by a punch, his feet clicked, and the alloy boots that had been with him for many days were torn.

Fang Ping gave a cry of pain and pulled his injured leg back quickly.

The great missionary rushed again.

Fang Ping roared and the long knife came out again!

"Bang, Bang..."

A series of chopping blows came, and the preacher took a breath and stopped in place.

And Fang Ping, panting, was soaked all over.

"Nearly 5 million!"

Fang Ping bit the root of his teeth. He really lost a lot this time!

In addition, he flattened the house in front and killed the two martial artists last night. Before and after, he consumed nearly ten million wealth!

And now he is also scarred. If he goes on like this, he will lose by killing this guy.

On the other side, the three grade high-level warrior is now at a dead end. He fights desperately. The fighting people keep going backwards. From time to time, someone is injured and flies out of the battle.

Some second-class peak warriors keep joining the battle and killing this man.

As for Fang Ping, people can't care about it now. At least it seems that Fang Ping can hold on for a while. It's not too late to kill Sanpin Gaoduan first and come back for assistance. "Is the top of the three products so strong?"

Fang Ping looked at the missionary and was a little weak. The other party's blood consumption was almost gone, but the other party was simply fighting hand to hand now!

Relying on physical combat, the other party actually has the strength of three levels.

If he hadn't been a preacher, he would have been willing to die in battle. Even at this point, he actually had the hope of running away. It was difficult for Fang Ping to kill each other. The big missionary opposite smiled and gasped: "don't look, we people have long known that we will die. When we are dying, we will kill as many as we can!

You're very interesting. I'm afraid you can kill a team formed by three grade middle martial artists alone.

Unfortunately, people like you are willing to be hawks and dogs... "

As soon as Fang Ping's pupils contracted, he hurried back!

The next moment, the missionary hammered his chest, and blood gushed out of his mouth. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Fang Ping!

Fang Ping had no time to retreat. He gritted his teeth and laid the long knife across his chest.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the face of the long knife sank down. Fang Ping only felt a sharp pain in his chest and flew backwards, with blood pouring out of his mouth.

"Not dead yet? Quenched the viscera?"

The pale preacher was also surprised and quickly caught up.

Fang Ping fell to the ground, and the blood in his mouth sprayed out like money.

"Shit!"

Fang Ping was angry and thankful that the previous forging pill had hardened his internal organs, so that his internal organs would not be as fragile as ordinary people, or he would have been shocked to death with just one punch.

Looking at the depression of the long knife, Fang Ping was distressed again.

At this time, a desperate roar came from the side. More than a dozen three-level martial artists finally killed the three-level high-level martial artist.

The preacher's face changed slightly and his steps slowed down.

Gu Xiong and others also came to rescue Fang Ping quickly. Chen Yunxi hurried to help Fang Ping.

Over there, Gu Xiong, they have been entangled with big missionaries.

Seeing this, Fang Pingyi covered his chest and looked at Chen Yunxi and said, "do you have a life-saving pill? Lend me one!"

Chen Yunxi quickly stuffed a pill for him. Fang Ping swallowed it and said angrily, "get out of the way, he's mine!"

This guy, he must cut him down today!

If we don't kill him, we'll lose a lot of money on this mission.

Gu Xiong and others were also wounded. Hearing the speech, Zhao Yang angrily said, "now is not the time to be a hero!"

"Get out of the way, or you will compensate me for the pill!"

Fang Ping was so angry that he didn't care so much. At the next moment, he rushed in with the knife. The blood on the blade became more and more dazzling, and his blood overflowed. The power was three points greater than before.

Seeing that he ignored the enemy and us, Zhao Yang people retreated one after another.

"This guy..."

People don't know what to say!

How many times has Fang Ping used his big move?

Is this a life-saving trick?

Fang Ping's attack hasn't reached the point of unique skill, but he is not far behind the unique skill.

According to people's speculation, I'm afraid the HP consumption exceeds 5000 cards!

From this, we can also see how big the gap between the top of the three products and everyone is.

Even so, Fang Ping was almost killed by a punch.

Seeing Fang Ping's crazy attack, the missionary lost all his life and could only fight back with physical strength. After watching for a while, Gu Xiong said loudly: "mend the knife, search the village, kill all!"

As for Fang Ping, five Sanpin warriors with less serious blood consumption are on standby for rescue.

……

"Life saving pill, 200 credits! I'll lose everything if I take one pill. I won't stop until I kill you today!"

Fang Ping is also angry and really wants to vomit blood at the moment. Moreover, the Fengzui knife is damaged, the alloy boots are torn, and the wealth value is consumed by nearly ten million!

Such a loss, because of a man, can he not be angry.

"I don't believe it. The top of the third grade is really not bad! The shock also breaks your five chapters and six viscera!"

Fang Ping's bones creaked, and the big missionary felt bad. Blood gushed from his mouth. In the end, it was mixed with visceral fragments.

No one has ever thought that a martial artist in the middle of the third grade can explode nearly a hundred knives with a hundred card move. This kind of play can't be described except for a rogue.

Just when Fang Ping's hand bone was numb, the preacher "banged" to his knees. Fang Ping cut the other party's head with a knife.

The next moment, Fang Ping was also paralyzed on the ground and murmured, "finally cut to death..."

But Fang Ping was not happy at this time.

He was oppressed in the whole process of this mission, even if he killed the strongest three grade peak martial artist... But the price was too high.

"More than a hundred knives, nearly ten thousand blood... Old man Li lay down and let me chop. Can I chop to death?"

At the moment, Fang Ping thought of old man Li's words again. He lay down and asked Fang Ping to chop, and Fang Ping could not kill him.

Fang Ping scoffed before. Now he really believes it. I'm afraid he won't die if he doesn't cut his head.