Chapter 460

Old bell's pupil focused and turned into a black spot. Two sharp teeth appeared at the corner of his mouth and roared at Yang Ping. Zhu Yan's face was dignified. He stared at Yang Ping's steps with vigilance. He came to his eyes in a step of more than ten meters.

Yang Ping gathered his strength and punched old bell.

Old bell smiled grimly and dared to compete with him. He was looking for death. He roared loudly and rushed up. His sharp claws quenched red light and grabbed Yang Ping's head to explode it.

Zhu Yan circled behind him and stabbed Yang Ping's back with a long sword.

Bang!

Old bell roared at Yang Ping. The huge vibration plunged the whole corridor into a short silence. Oil paintings fell to the ground one after another, and the cracks peeled off a large amount of dust, drowning the corridor.

Zhu Yan's long sword has come to his back and will be stabbed in.

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Old bell opened his eyes and looked at the blood marks on his arm, which cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blood flowed out along his arm and fell on the ground. Severe pain came from his arm and went into his internal organs. He looked up and shouted. He wanted to die of pain.

Yang Ping's face was cold, his fist broke old bell's claws, hit him on the chest, opened his body sideways, avoided Zhu Yan's sword, soared in the air, kicked one foot on the long sword, and finally suspended on old bell's head.

Time seems still.

The silver needle in Yang Ping's hand glowed brightly and stabbed old bell's head.

Zhu Yan turned pale and shouted, "dare you!" old bell is a VIP of the Zhu family, but if he dies in Longcheng, let alone the dream of marriage between the two families is broken, even the Zhu family will be implicated.

Ah@^^$

It was too late for Zhu Yan to stop. The silver needle pierced into old bell's Baihui acupoint. His body was stiff. He stared at the front and saw that Zhu Yan was cold in his heart. It was just a move. Just like he defeated Liu Chenggong, Yang Ping pierced the silver needle.

He no longer hid his strength and forced Yang Ping to leave.

Yang Ping dodged the sword Qi and jumped vertically and horizontally in countless sword Qi. Finally, he smashed the last ray of sword Qi with a fist and landed at the door of the elevator. His eyes were indifferent. Old bell was shaky, sitting on the ground, his body was shaking, his young face was slowly aging, his smooth skin wrinkled, and he was ten years old in an instant.

That shot destroyed old bell's physical balance and regressed from the realm of a prince.

Zhu Yan quickly broke into a spirit to neutralize Yang Ping's strength, barely stabilized old bell's realm, turned his head fiercely, stared at Yang Ping, and said in a cold voice: "I forbear again and again. You not only don't know how to repay your kindness, but you bad my good deeds again and again. If you leave the hotel today, I Zhu Yan will make a terrible mistake."! $*!

Yang Ping sneered: "stubborn."

Zhu Yan laughed wildly, his face was ferocious, and his pupils turned black. In fact, his fierce promotion seemed to turn into an ancient fierce beast. Every place was full of danger. The long sword in the palm trembled and moaned, and finally turned into fragments and suspended around.

"Broken yuan sword!"

Zhu Yan's unique skill, broken yuan sword, is an underground peak ancient martial arts, which is far superior to flying immortal outside the sky. Broken yuan, as the name suggests, can chop up vitality, let alone ordinary Qi strength. Vitality is a new energy that breaks through the control of saints. The sword of broken yuan can chop up the empty yuan and smash the Qi force.

Yang Ping had a warning sign in his heart and his face was dignified. He felt a deadly danger. The broken yuan sword used by Zhu Yan is extremely terrible. The sword Qi has not arrived, but the soul seems to be cut and stabbed.

There are signs of collapse in his condensed spiritual world.

No!

Yang Ping turned pale, tried to stabilize the spiritual world, and his body was shaky.

Zhu Yan got up and looked expressionless, but the pieces of long sword around him turned into runes and branded them in the void. Each Rune reorganized like a black hole. Zhu Yan's body turned into a black hole, absorbing a higher level.

Yang Ping was shocked. Zhu Yan's ancient martial arts did not seem to be the traditional ancient martial arts in the Jianghu, but a mysterious and mysterious way to find a new way.

Broken yuan sword, the underground peak ancient martial arts, is beyond common sense.

Zhu Yan walked to Yang Ping step by step, revealing a strong killing opportunity. In a cold voice, he said, "I didn't want to use this move too early, but you forced me again and again. Yang Ping, you should be happy. You think I've just refined this move. Don't blame me for not giving me a chance. You cut your own way."

"Broken yuan sword!"

Zhu Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense and gave Yang Ping some advice.

Yang Ping only felt that the void was condensed and could not retreat. Obviously, there was an elevator behind it, but it seemed to disappear. The corridor no longer existed. The oil painting turned into flying back. Even Zhu Yan and Lao bell turned into dust. There was only a sword to cut the void in his eyes.

After his shock, he soon regained his composure.

Since Zhu Yan used his unique skill to kill him, Yang Ping no longer hid. His pupils emit golden light, his body turns into nothingness, and golden runes emerge in his mind, which are higher than Zhu Yan.

The most obvious sign of the change of Ancient Wushu is rune.

Runes represent the embodiment of higher power.

Yang Ping took a deep breath. Every time he breathed, there were more runes in the spiritual world. The runes flashed and condensed into a silver needle, buzzing and trembling, trying to break the void and enter another level.

Two people fight, more spiritual combat.

Both void and rune attack each other's spiritual world. They are higher than hypnosis and more powerful than ancient martial arts.

Five element acupuncture!

Five elements in one!

Yang Ping gave a big drink, and a golden needle mark appeared in the middle of his eyebrows.

Boom!

The sword of broken yuan is brilliant, and the colorful color on it flows. It comes to our eyes in an instant. Yang Ping's five element array comes later and comes first. The gold needle collides with the sword of broken yuan, and time stops at this moment.

Zhu Yan stared at Yang Ping indifferently and was very confident in his broken yuan sword. He seemed to see Yang Ping turned into dust by the broken yuan sword and showed a sneer.

Yang Ping looked at each other indifferently and focused on nothing.

Both have strong self-confidence and can destroy their opponents.

Suddenly, Zhu Yan frowned and felt something wrong. His sword of broken yuan didn't smash the gold needle, and then there were signs of breaking. His face changed wildly, and he lost his voice and said, "how is it possible?"

Pooh!

The sword of broken yuan is unstable. It turns into particles and disappears. The golden needle breaks the sword of broken yuan and stabs at Zhuyan.

Zhu Yan only felt that the spiritual world collapsed, and there was a vast expanse in front of him. Only a gold needle was turning and came to his eyes. A cold face appeared in the sky above, which was the arrival of death.

Zhu Yan's heart trembled and showed an incredible color.

How can the golden needle summon death!

It must be an illusion!

Zhu Yan roared and condensed the broken yuan sword again, but his proud ancient martial arts were childish and ridiculous in front of the five element needling method, condensed again and again, but smashed again and again.

The sky disappears and returns to reality.

Yang Ping's face was pale and controlled that the gold needle did not pierce Zhu Yan's eyebrows. If he didn't control it, Zhu Yan would be dead now. At the moment of killing Zhu Yan, he thought of Zhu Xi's painful eyes, his heart was soft, and finally there was no killer.

Zhu Yan stood still, his head blank.

How could this happen.

Yang Ping's realm is far lower than himself. Why can he defeat him!

Zhu Yan was unwilling, painful and tangled, and finally became extremely crazy. He roared, "someone must be helping you secretly, otherwise you can't defeat me."

Yang Ping sighed and flicked his finger.

When he hit Zhu Yan with Qi, he snorted and flew out.

Yang Ping ignored it and turned away.

Walk out of the hotel door.

Yang Ping snorted stiffly, spit out a mouthful of blood, and forcibly controlled the five element needling. Not to mention others, he was injured. The energy that destroyed heaven and earth was forced to stay in his body and was eaten back. At this moment, he was seriously injured.

He called sun Wangyue.

He would also like to help Zhu Xi remove the residual efficacy without delay. Although he is seriously injured now, he even has a problem walking.

The phone was connected, but it was someone else's voice, cold, resentful, full of gloom and strangeness.

"Come on, I'll wait for you, Yang Ping."

Yang Ping's face was dignified and said in a deep voice, "Augustine, you're not dead."