Chapter 1274

Years like a knife cut the realm strength of the three taozuns, landed in the same realm, and exhausted all the strength in the five element gold needle, but there were restrictions after all. The golden light world scattered. The three taozuns lying on the ground woke up, recovered quickly and recovered to their peak.

Years are just a mirage. Although it is very real, the three taozuns did not die after all.

Yang Ping stood in front of the bamboo house, looking at the sky, silent.

Taoist Zun got up and stared at Yang Ping. He was still shocked. He recalled that he was beaten by Yang Ping in the same realm in the years, and his eyes showed incredible. He couldn't imagine that as a proud son of heaven, he was not Yang Ping's opponent at all.

This is unforgivable.

It was an illusion.

Tao Zun made no secret of his killing. If he let his second son grow up, he might be the enemy of his life. Other handsome men and young girls were equally shocked. They woke up from the shock and looked at Yang Ping coldly.

Yang Ping is too strong to fight.

Only when he doesn't grow up, obliteration is the best way.

The three people have a soul, ready to fight.

Tao Zun used the power of heaven's highest realm, suddenly frowned and found something wrong, because his strength actually declined. He suddenly looked at the sky and said secretly that the power given to me by the North heavenly king had disappeared.

Is it

Tao Zun thought of some possibility. Rao was cold when he saw through the vicissitudes of the world.

"Boy, you're dead."

The handsome man sneered and revealed his murder. Hei hei said, "I wanted to play and see how the legendary Yang Ping is, but you don't have a chance. You will become the soul of my men."

The young and beautiful girl smiled and said, "I won't keep my hand this time."

Taoist Zun was more powerful than the two, and his realm was too high. He had a hunch that a pair of eyes were always staring at this side, but he couldn't find it. He was awed. It was estimated that there were peerless experts around and moved his mind.

"You?"

Yang Ping didn't turn around and didn't look back. He said faintly, "it's too weak."

"Presumptuous!"

The handsome man shouted and hummed, "do you know who I am? I'm enough to kill you."

Whoosh!

Yang Ping disappeared in front of him. The next moment, he appeared in front of him. He had been hit by a huge fist. The handsome man turned pale. He seemed to see a wild beast coming. The power carried by his fist was too terrible. He forcibly cracked the void and clearly saw the void storm in the period.

What a terrible fist.

The handsome man sneered in his heart and said to himself, I am a saint. My strength is much stronger than you. I dare to bully me like this. See how I can make your life worse than death. He made up his mind not to mention Yang Ping for the time being. After catching him, he used thousands of kinds of torture to make Yang Ping die without a burial place.

Fist coming.

Although the handsome man is afraid, he doesn't feel anything else. He thinks he can easily break open, because his realm is high enough and his strength is strong enough. He has figured out more than a dozen ways to crack it.

Suddenly.

The fist disappears and becomes invisible.

The handsome man turned pale and said in shock, "how can I avoid my perception. It's impossible."

One punch split the road of life and death.

He hit the handsome man's chest hard. He screamed. A dark hole appeared in his chest. He looked down at the hole where he had lost his heart. There was incredible in his eyes and murmured, "Why are you so strong..."

Yang Ping said faintly: "solve one."

One punch killed the handsome man at the peak of the sage. Yang Ping looked at the young and beautiful girl and said, "it's your turn."

The young and beautiful girl frowned, smiled quickly, blinked innocent big eyes and said wrongfully, "big brother, don't hit me. Others can make delicious food for you and take you to travel."

Yang Ping was unmoved and said coldly, "I'm not interested in traveling with an old woman in her 70s and 80s."

The young and beautiful girl turned pale and lost her voice and said, "how can you see it?"

She is seventy-nine years old, but she is well maintained, and has undergone major surgery to fix her face in her youth. She looks like a teenage girl, but she has long been an old woman. I didn't expect Yang Ping to see through it at a glance, which made her not shocked.

"There are some things you won't understand all your life. Let's take you on the road." Yang Ping showed the spirit of dominating the world. Standing on the earth, people are like a peerless magic gun, with a sharp edge rising to the sky. If you look carefully, a steady stream of power erupts in his body, which does not belong to the power of the world, but comes from the treasure power developed by his body.

The young and beautiful girl's face is gloomy and her mind turns. The handsome man is almost like himself, but he can't stand Yang Ping's punch. The other party either knows the secret of instantly improving combat effectiveness, or his physical strength reaches a terrible level. She would rather you believe in the former, and this secret technique is very harmful to the body. It is estimated that it can only be used once.

"Just an Asian saint, extremely arrogant, I will catch you and let you die under my pomegranate skirt." the young and beautiful girl sneered and looked ferocious, completely different from the previous lively and lovely, "go to hell."

Big cut!

The young and beautiful girl shows the terrible original strength of the void. One move represents the extreme of the void. One way is enough to kill ordinary saints. The split void appears and kills Yang Ping.

Yang Ping's face was calm and ignored the void.

When the force of emptiness cuts the body, Yang Ping's face is expressionless. Jingling, void cutting, was bounced out, unable to hurt him. The beautiful young girl turned pale and lost her voice: "it's impossible. Why is your body so strong?"

Just half an hour ago, three people arrived, each enough to crush Yang Ping, but why did he become so terrible. Combat effectiveness is not at the same level.

Yang Ping snorted coldly, "it's impolite to come without going."

He raised his hand to the sky, his eyes burst with golden light, and shouted, "Jiuyang Shenquan, Jiuyang Kaitai."

Jiuyang Kaitai is the third level of Jiuyang Shenquan. Since he achieved the sacred heart, he found that the use of power before was too rough, and there was no way to give full play to the advantages of Jiuyang body. With the improvement of the realm, he felt that Jiuyang body was a good thing, and the power of the secret art contained in his blood was far from what he had shown before.

At this moment, Yang Ping has a profound understanding of Jiuyang Shenquan.

A golden dragon sprints with its fist.

The young and beautiful girl turned pale and felt an extremely terrible breath. It was the breath of destruction, enveloping her body. She showed her horror and wanted to leave, but Jiuyang Kaitai locked all the retreat and had to fight hard.

She doesn't believe that her first-class skills can't compare with a little doll.

So the young and beautiful girl gathered all her strength and used the strongest moves. Vaguely, the void door loomed behind her. The void door sent out cold killing opportunities. With her drinking, the void door shot countless flying swords, which was a terrible attack formed by the strength of the void.

Yang Ping looked calm and said coldly, "a small skill of carving insects." if he had faced his opponent's empty door in the past, he would certainly feel hard, because he was the pride of heaven and his strength was extremely powerful.

But when he fought with a man in a green shirt, Yang Ping really realized what real invincibility is.

"Broken!"

Yang Ping blew up the door of emptiness with one punch, let the blade of emptiness hit him, intact, and then kicked his opponent down.

The world is quiet.

Yang Ping came down like a king and looked at the Taoist priest, with a burning flame of revenge in his pupils.