Chapter 1975

You can die!

The heavenly king is so domineering. Whoever you are, kill with one punch.

Qinghe does have this strength. As the heavenly king of the green dragon family, his combat effectiveness is stronger than that of ordinary heavenly kings in the early stage, especially in physical cultivation, he is almost invincible. Most heavenly king masters dare not fight with Qinghe. They rely on the power of rules to find and defeat him

Opportunities.

Yang Ping did not flinch at all and calmly watched the fist come.

The whole void seemed to disappear.

There was only a green fist in front of him.

The fist looked flat and invincible, but the void through it was annihilated one after another. Even the void storm felt that the strength of the fist was dispersed.

The rule of force.

After Qinghe understands it, he is not afraid of anyone in power.

What Qinghe understands is the rule of power. Coupled with the strong flesh of the Qinglong family, Qinghe becomes invincible.

In his opinion, although Yang Ping is the object of the long life wanted notice and his strength must be not bad, he is only a few years old. It is only a few decades to cultivate his mother, and Qinghe is a real king.

There are mole ants under the heavenly king.

That's not what talent can erase.

The whole border wasteland city seems to be in the mud. The rules of force have virtually affected the void stability. The strength of Qinghe is not much weaker than the God of war.

Bang!

The fist finally fell to the ground.

Qinghe looks like an ancient well. After one punch, he stands with his negative hand.

Finish work.

He has absolute self-confidence. He blows Yang Ping up with one blow. It is estimated that there is no residue left.

Completing a task is like cleaning up a piece of dust, and then continue to practice and break through the realm of the middle of the king of heaven.

Qinghe is not interested in many things, and improving the realm is the only pursuit.

Scale world.

The Dragon King shook his body and turned pale. Just now Qinghe punched and shook the void. The small world was about to explode. Fortunately, it's the scales from the old ancestors. Qinghe should be merciful, or even he will fall.

The heavenly king is terrible!

The Dragon King was shocked. He saw the king's hand with his own eyes and yearned for the realm of the king.

If he becomes the king of heaven, he can't compete with his cousins for the position of heir.

The old ancestors will bow their hands to each other.

Unfortunately, Yang Ping.

If you have the opportunity to become the king of heaven, don't you come back to the cloud realm when you reach a certain level?

Now the fall is purely self inflicted.

The Dragon King had no mercy in his heart.

This is a world of the jungle.

The Dragon King also plans to take credit for Yang Ping's life and get the gift of Changsheng mountain, which may be the best chance to break through the heavenly king.

Eh——

Qinghe is ready to leave and suddenly finds a figure in front of him. In the annihilation of countless nothingness, a figure was like the pillar of Optimus, firmly rooted in the earth. As soon as Qinghe's pupil shrinked, his old face finally fluctuated, nodded and said, "yes, no wonder he can become the object of the wanted warrant for immortality

If you take my punch, you will not die. You are the first person in the younger generation. "

The void is stable.

Yang Ping is as motionless as a mountain.

The Dragon King of the scale small world was almost scared to death and said in a trembling voice: "this is not dead. If you were yourself, I'm afraid you would be blown up under the fist of Grandpa three." I was glad to be soft with Yang Ping before I thought of it.

With a punch from Qinghe, Yang pingzu has the strength to kill the Dragon King.

"I can't imagine that the hands of hell are so long that even you can't escape."

Yang Ping's face was calm. He took Qinghe's fist and didn't feel much. He asked, "I didn't want to kill you, but you're the running dog of hell. Tell me the whereabouts of the Pearl. Maybe I can let you go."

oh

Qinghe looked at Yang Ping, smiled and said, "you can actually detect those things. You are worthy of being valued by the immortal ancestors. But do you know that I only used 1% of my strength just now?"

Yang Ping was noncommittal.

"One percent of the power, you can only say that you have the potential to become the king of heaven. No, you can certainly become the king of heaven in the future. You don't need external force, but you're not the king of heaven!"

Qinghe's pupils are flickering and his heart is a little excited.

It's interesting to kill a genius.

"Your goal is pearl. I actually know a lot about her."

Qinghe smiled.

Yang Ping's eyes lit up, nodded and said, "then I'll rest assured."

"But why should I tell you what it means to tell a dead man?"

Qinghe shook his head, sighed, took a step forward, stared at Yang Ping and said coldly. "Next, I will use half my strength. Even the heavenly king of the same level dare not connect. Young man, you will tremble under the rules of my strength."

"Wait and see."

Yang Ping is still calm. His calmness makes Qinghe a little unhappy.

This is not the attitude you should have towards the king of heaven.

Heavenly king, supreme.

Invincible in the world.

All ants should fear and worship.

But Yang Ping did not, blaspheming the dignity of the heavenly king.

So Yang Ping must die. Qinghe shot again. The void behind him seemed to be a layer of plastic film, which closed up with his breath. In the void, a trace of the true meaning of power flows and gathers on the fist. The rules of universal dimensional power are blessed on the fist

At this moment, the extremely stable limit of the cloud showed signs of collapse.

The place where Qinghe is located has become a slave of power, and no rules can be approached.

This is where Qinghe is strong.

One punch!

Qinghe becomes holy and invincible. His move is to return to nature. One punch and one foot is enough to kill the enemy.

The world in front of Yang Ping disappeared.

Space disappears.

The rules disappear.

The body is in a swamp.

This is the swamp of power.

The oppressive blessing of terror is on the body. If it is the Dragon King, I'm afraid one will disappear face to face. Even other masters, without regular blessing under the king of heaven, can't escape the rule attack of power.

Unless you are an expert in the same realm, you can only fight with another rule.

The rules of power are overbearing and invincible.

What's more, Yang Ping, who is not the king of heaven, how to resist half the power of Qinghe.

Scale world.

The Dragon King was terrified. He realized the horror of the heavenly king and gave birth to a shadow in his heart. His body shook and cracks appeared in the small world, which was a sign of collapse.

The little world collapsed.

The Dragon King is dead.

He doesn't want to die.

If Qinghe hadn't specially protected the small world and didn't let the rules of force crush it, otherwise the Dragon King would have died.

It's horrible.

The Dragon King was in awe. He was far away in the void. He was affected and almost annihilated. Besides, Yang Ping, who was at the core of the power attack, couldn't help thinking that Yang Ping was estimated to be dead.

Who made him too ostentatious to attract the king of heaven.

The power is suppressed and converged into a point, just like a star blooming its last light and turning into a black hole.

Yang Ping is at the core of the black hole.

He didn't resist.

Let the black hole devour it.

Qinghe shook his head, disappointed and watched Yang Ping drown by the rules of force.

He knew Yang Ping would die, but he didn't expect to die so easily.

At least resist.

At least a little brilliant.

No,

He died silently. Qinghe regretted that he overestimated the other party. One percent of his strength could be followed, but half of his strength was far from bearable. He knew that he would use one tenth to slowly kill Yang Ping.

At least kill people and feel happy.

Boring killing.

Qinghe turned and was about to leave. But at the moment of turning around, Qinghe's pupils tightened and his fist shook.