Chapter 1977

When the rule of power broke out, Qinghe took out his real strength and made great efforts to Tianwang boxing.

One punch.

Bombarding the brand of the long river of fate is essentially killing the opponent, which can never be recovered.

Qinghe really killed.

Yang Ping's genius of this level must not stay. Once he grows to the realm of heavenly king, the consequences will be unimaginable. The two sides have become enemies and cannot reconcile. It is estimated that the whole Qinglong summit will be devastated.

Yang Ping will die.

Looking at the long river of fate, Yang Ping's line was broken, the fate flying ash was annihilated, and Qinghe was relieved.

With the use of Tianwang fist, if Yang Ping can't be killed, Qinghe will begin to doubt life. Who can be in the realm of great sage and have combat effectiveness comparable to that of the early days of Tianwang, except Yang Ping, can't find anyone.

"It's over."

Qinghe turned and said indifferently, ready to leave.

Scale world.

The Dragon King knelt on the ground and vomited blood. He was hit hard by the aftershock of the attack. It was a battle at the level of the king of heaven. The king of heaven rarely took action and broke the earth.

Seeing that Yang Ping was killed, the Dragon King regretted it, he was secretly relieved.

Grandpa San attaches so much importance to this person that he really wants to enter the Qinglong peak. It is estimated that no one can compete. He must be the leader. Now that Yang Ping is dead, he still has hope to compete.

Suddenly.

The Dragon King wiped his eyes and stared at the back of the green grass. His pupils contracted and showed his horror.

Qinghe frowned and noticed that something was wrong. When he turned around and saw Yang Ping standing in place intact, he was extremely shocked and said, "impossible!"

Great king fist!

Experts in the same realm can't carry it, let alone a mole ant in the great saint realm.

But Yang Ping is still alive.

Qinghe's face changed and became more excited. He shouted, "Yang Ping, you're too strong to kill you even my unique skill. Now I'll give you another chance. If you're willing to join Qinglong peak, even if you break the sky, I'll carry it for you!"

No language can describe the inner shock of Qinghe. Yang Ping's performance is too outstanding. Qinghe sees the hope of the rise of Qinglong peak.

If Yang Ping belongs to Qinglong peak, he has the capital to fight against Changsheng mountain.

Once Yang Ping grows to the limit, he is likely to be another immortal ancestor.

So far, Qinghe has never heard of anyone like Yang Ping who can really compete with the heavenly king in the great sage realm, even the immortal ancestors can't.

But Yang Ping did.

Qinghe looked dignified and said in a deep voice, "I don't care about anything before. As long as you like, the next leader of Qinglong peak is you!"

Yang Ping looked at Qinghe calmly and said faintly, "finished?"

Qinghe narrowed his eyes and said unhappily, "young man, don't be proud. I admit that you are very talented and will surpass me in the future, but after all, you are still young. Any genius has no time to grow up. It's just a piece of loess when he dies."

This is a threat.

It's also a deterrent.

Yang Ping's tone didn't look like taking refuge in Qinglong peak, and Qinghe regretted it.

"Come on."

Yang Ping smiled, disappointed and said, "if you have this ability, the strength of Wang early that day is just like this. You are not as strong as the God of war."

Qinghe sneered.

What a big breath!

God of war claims to be invincible in the same realm. Qinghe will not feel stronger than him, but it's ridiculous to say this from a mole ant.

"I don't understand the terrible of the heavenly king at all. Once I use my best, you will have no room for regret."

Qinghe stared at Yang Ping and persuaded again, "come to Qinglong peak. It will be the most correct choice in your life. No force dares to accept you like us."

"Heavy pupil!"

Yang Ping was too lazy to talk nonsense. He looked at the sky in the clouds and said softly, "open the sky."

what?

Qinghe was stunned. He was so humble that he couldn't move Yang Ping. He would be very grateful to be a top genius in other dimensions who could make a real Heavenly King lower his posture and beg.

Boom!

The answer to Qinghe is Yang Ping's shot.

He had seen Qinghe's powerful Tianwang boxing and thought it was not very interesting. The use of power rules was very rough, but it was forced to use by blood talent. Compared with victory, people were much more skilled and powerful in the use of rules.

Double pupils open the sky!

Yang Ping directly opened his talent and magic power. At that time, the sky above Qinghe split and went straight to the deepest part of the mysterious universe.

A light of creation fell.

Drown the grass.

Qinghe didn't have time to react, so his body was shrouded in a golden awn.

This is Yang Ping's gift.

It has the power to create the world.

After a period of accumulation, Yang Ping's use of natural powers is more ingenious, can be controlled within a certain range, and his power is more strengthened.

One move opens the sky with heavy pupils.

There are really signs of tearing the clouds.

The cloud barrier was attacked, like paper paste, splitting countless cracks, and countless dimensions outside the cloud were clearly visible.

Qinghe opens his mouth and wants to speak, but he can't.

The golden awn flashed.

It's like the rising sun.

Yang Ping looked at the front quietly as if he hadn't shot.

Qinghe stood where he was, his face was pale, and there were no scars on his body, but his eyes protruded, stared at Yang Ping and asked, "what's this move? I've never seen it before."

Yang Ping said faintly, "created by himself."

Qinghe nodded and smiled bitterly.

In the small scale world, the Dragon King lies on the ground. The golden awn just now is dazzling and can't see clearly. It's a big war. Why don't you feel it at all.

He stared at Grandpa three, trying to find the answer.

It's quiet under the sky.

"I finally understand why you don't join the Qinglong peak." Qinghe smiled and sighed, "how can you join with your strength? I've overestimated your strength enough, but it's still too naive."

"I saw someone's shadow in you."

Qinghe gasped, spit out a mouthful of blood, weakened his breath and said lonely, "maybe you can catch up with him in the future."

"Who?"

Yang Ping had a strange feeling in her heart and couldn't help asking.

What's going on?

The Dragon King noticed that the atmosphere was wrong. Grandpa San's expression was very strange. He was murderous just now, but he looked lonely at this time.

When he felt that the vitality of Qinghe was passing, the Dragon King was scared to death.

Three grandpa failed?

impossible!

The Dragon King almost went crazy. If Qinghe couldn't kill Yang Ping, he would bear the limit. If Qinghe lost, he would break his cognition.

Now the life of Qinghe has passed, showing a sense of hopelessness.

It shows that Qinghe is not only defeated, but also dying.

As the highest existence, the heavenly king belongs to the legend of immortality.

How difficult it is to kill a heavenly king.

The fall of every heavenly king means the release of rules and the fall of a dimension.

The Dragon King trembled and stared at the two people below.

"I've seen him."

When Qinghe people were dying, their words were kind and their tone was full of longing and longing. "I see you now and feel more and more like Yang Ping. The future is long, and the immortal ancestors will not give up."

"I'm not afraid of him."

Yang Ping stared at Qinghe and thought he had something to say.

"Soon, we'll meet again."

Qinghe smiled strangely and said, "do you know that there is a world after people die? Yang Ping, the cloud world is far more complex than you think. Moreover, when you came to the cloud world, someone had designed it long ago."

Yang Ping said, "I killed the God of war. Your strength and wisdom are much worse than him. If you want to make a mystery, I advise you not to."

Qinghe was stunned.

His eyes changed and finally shook his head.

Is the God of war dead?

No wonder there is no breath of him recently. If even the God of war died in Yang Ping's hands, if he knew it, why bother to behave so stupid.

It's all Providence.

Qinghe nodded and finally said, "someone is staring at you."

Finish.

The green grass dissipated.

Yang Ping looked up at the sky. There were a pair of eyes staring at him.

It seems far away, not far away, just around, but also at the end of the world.

That's the will of the cloud.