Chapter 899

The pupil completely turned black, heavier than the darkest night, with a desolate breath. Yang Ping seemed to have changed a person, but tried to suppress himself.

After blood transfusion, the Dean found the best surgical expert to take out the bullet. Zhu Xi was shot in the lower abdomen and Mingzhu had an extrathoracic operation. When the bullet was taken out and the ECG monitor data was normal, he went on the ventilator to ensure that the two women would not have problems. Yang Ping got up and walked out of the operation corridor.

At the gate of the people's hospital.

It was dark.

Yang Ping breathed the air of the night. He only felt that his chest was full of energy. The night gave him energy and made him feel extremely powerful.

"I'm going to die."

Yang Ping disappeared into the night, full of killing opportunities. The killing machine soared into the sky and startled all experts in Longcheng, as if they were pressed with a heavy stone in their heart, especially the saints.

What a powerful evil spirit.

Not even in their heyday.

In a humble factory, a masked man stared at a cold computer. His subordinates were nervously calculating the defense energy system of Longcheng, trying to find a way to crack it.

He suddenly felt a terrible killing opportunity in the city. With a light sigh, he murmured: "this breath is not a saint, but it is more powerful than a saint, as if..."

He felt it carefully, said in a heavy tone, "it's not simple. I didn't expect Yang Ping to be so strong in a short time. Unfortunately, I should kill him when he didn't grow up."

The pupil of the masked man showed an amazing light, as if he wanted to penetrate time and space, and whispered, "master, I won't let you die in vain. I will kill everyone in the immortal medical school and avenge you."

In a high-level club.

Qingqing is breathing and breathing. Her black hair is windless and automatic, just like the night elf. Every breath brings amazing spirituality. She practices Diablo, but the purest Diablo has been separated from pure good and evil, and has a strong positive.

The ancient martial arts of hell gate is known as the first attack power, which can not be compared with other holy places.

Qingqing cultivates the necromancy, which can transform life and death. The highest level can resist death and force back the arrival of the God of death.

Suddenly, Qingqing sensed an extremely powerful evil spirit, opened her eyes and shouted, "Shanbo."

Squeak.

When the door opened, Shanbo came in and asked, "Qingqing, what's the matter?"

Qingqing's face was dignified and said in a deep voice, "Shanbo, can you feel Yang Ping's breath? It's completely different from before. Is it stimulated? What a powerful killing opportunity."

Shanbo said: "Zhu Xi and Mingzhu were plotted and almost died in the villa. Those fools wanted to take advantage of this to kill Yang Ping. They didn't expect to be killed by Yang Ping. They overestimated their strength. The descendants of the immortal medical sect are so easy to deal with, and those real experts won't wait."

Qingqing's eyes were complex and sighed: "it's a pity that if Yang Ping could become a friend, we would lose a powerful enemy, but our positions were different. I don't know whether the young lady would do it in person."

Shanbo sneered and disdained: "Miss Yang Ping can crush him with one finger. In her eyes, only the saint of Cihang Jingzhai, and others are local chickens and dogs."

Qingqing smiled bitterly and said, "but Yang Ping grew up too fast."

Shanbo said faintly, "it's not fast. According to the ability of the immortal medical school, we will try our best to shape an expert. It's almost a saint, but our young lady is a saint at the age of 18. Can Yang Ping compare?"

Qingqing is thoughtful.

Shanbo reminded: "there is less and less time. It is estimated that other places are preparing. Since miss has entrusted the matter to you, don't mix other emotions and complete the task assigned by the sect leader."

Qingqing sighed, "Shanbo, I know."

With that, Qingqing continued to practice the necromancy, while Shanbo left the room, stood at the door, looked at the evil spirit rising into the sky, and murmured, "this son's holiday may be a big trouble."

Shanbo's strength is unfathomable. Even Qingqing doesn't know the specific realm, but he knows that he is very strong, because Shanbo once slapped an expert in the initial realm of a saint and seriously injured him.

"Very interesting."

Shanbo sneered.

Longcheng sewer, in a closed dark cave, the sewer smells bad. There are disgusting things everywhere. Rats lie in the water pipe one by one.

A black figure sits in a closed space, ignoring things outside.

In front of him was a slender samurai sword with cherry blossoms carved on it, emitting dazzling light in the dark space.

A man came down from the ground, knelt in front of him and said respectfully, "your superior, your subordinates are incompetent and have not completed the task. Please punish your superior."

Zunshang opened his eyes. His eyes were like two sharp knives, which made the man's chest painful and uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to say a word and could only bear it silently.

This man is a mirror flower, a swordsman with a high reputation on the island, but such a powerful swordsman knelt in front of the so-called respect and trembled.

It can be seen that your position in the island country.

"Don't stand still and don't provoke Yang Ping. This son's realm has been improved, and ordinary people are not opponents." the Reverend master sensed Yang Ping's breath and ordered.

Jinghuashuiyue was shocked. Although she was in pain, she left respectfully.

Does even your highness think Yang Ping is a trouble?

Jinghua Shuiyue knows the identity of Zun. Her status in the island is no weaker than that of Sakura swordsman. She is comparable to the existence of ancient Baqi snake and reaches an invincible state.

I didn't expect that in a short time, Yang Ping could be like Zun's eyes.

Jinghuashuiyue disappeared in the sewer and continued to lurk. The island countries have not made any moves during this period of time, but silently waiting for opportunities.

In particular, this honorable master has reached the mid-term state of saints, which is extremely terrible. Moreover, he can give full play to his full strength in Longcheng by using the holy treasure of the island country, which is also the reason why the island country has great confidence in itself.

The major forces in Longcheng feel Yang Ping's breath and hide better. They don't want to provoke Yang Ping's murderous God for the time being.

Poof!

On a long street.

Yang Ping hit the man with a fist. The man fell to the ground with a sunken chest and a pale face. He shouted, "wait, I'm a saint. I can make a deal with you."

Wheezing!

Yang Ping punched the Taoist in the head and turned away.

A generation of saints and Taoists died in Yang Ping's fist. They didn't say their last wishes until they died. They died miserably and their heads turned into paste.

The Taoist is dead.

Next is the monk.

Yang Ping quickly searched the monk's position. When attacking the three saints, he left a mark, and just found them at will. At this time, a female saint was frantically jumping on the city gate and trying to escape.

She felt the tragic death of the Taoist priest, which shocked her mind.

She knew the monk was dead.

I hope I can escape from the dragon city before the monk dies and try to survive. She no longer dared to despise Yang Ping. The other party is a crazy devil at the moment.

Seeing the city gate getting closer and closer, the female Saint couldn't help showing ecstasy.

Boom!

A figure fell from the sky, fell in front of him and guarded the gate of the city.

The female Saint screamed and looked at Yang Ping in horror. She couldn't help but step back.