Cultivation: Overturning the Rain and Turning the Clouds

"Boy, I think you should run away quickly. In front of me, you are like an ant and have no chance!" Ping Zhanhu said coldly with contempt on his face and a sneer on his lips.

As soon as Ping Zhanhu finished speaking, Wan Dong's mouth immediately showed an imperceptible chuckle.Is this the aggressive method that Ping Zhanhu deliberately used because he was afraid that he would give up?

"Don't be so wordy! If I don't put you under the sword today, I will go through this world in vain!" Wan Dong shouted angrily, his expression was full of stubborn anger, and the purple gold soldier set off a purple lightning The arc of the sword pierced Ping Zhanhu's throat.

Hearing what Wan Dong said, Ping Zhanhu's eyes obviously showed a gleam of joy, but it only existed for a short moment, and Ping Zhanhu carefully restrained him, for fear that Wan Dong would find out and be alert.

Not only that, in order to complete the show, Ping Zhanhu not only remained motionless, but even opened his arms, as if he was about to hug Wan Dong, even though Wan Dong's purple gold soldier stabbed straight at his throat. At the same time, the provocative meaning in the eyes is even more expressive.

boom!

As always, when the sword in Wan Dong's hand was only a punch away from Ping Zhanhu's throat, it stopped again, and it was difficult to advance any further.

"I've said it before, just because of your middle-level cultivation of Xuanhen, you can't break through my protective energy!" Ping Zhanhu sneered, his shoulders swayed suddenly, Dao Qi burst out suddenly, and Wan Dong said repeatedly. He groaned, and flew backwards like a kite with a broken thread.

A purple-gold divine weapon was also broken into two pieces following Ping Zhanhu's Dao Qi, and Ping Zhanhu was heartbroken to see it.He thought to himself, this purple-gold magic soldier is really a hidden gem in this kid's hands, if it is in his hands, then it is a sword worthy of a hero!After shaking Wan Dong to death in a while, he must snatch his storage ring. Seeing that this kid is so profligate, there may be a purple gold soldier in it.

Just when Ping Zhanhu was making plans in his mind, Wan Dong rushed towards him again with a roar of the tiger.

Ping Zhanhu was calm on the face, but he was overjoyed in his heart. He just felt that Wan Dong was a stubborn, elm lump, but he didn't worry anymore, he would retreat and give up voluntarily.

Bang bang bang!

Accompanied by one muffled sound after another, Wan Dong's figure flew out countless times.Blood gushed out like a gush, his complexion was as pale as paper, and the ground was covered with fragments of broken purple-gold soldiers. Roughly counting them, there were no less than twenty handles.

Ping Zhanhu's heart was trembling with pain, but he also felt more and more clearly that Wan Dong's offensives against him were constantly weakening. By this time, there was no longer any threat to him. Dong has reached the limit and collapse is imminent.

There was a ferocious smile on Ping Zhanhu's face, thinking in his heart that it was time to end Wan Dong's 'farce'.

Looking at Wan Dong who was lying on the ground and twitching slightly, Ping Zhanhu said quietly, "What's the matter, boy, this can't work? It seems that you are weaker than I imagined! How about it, you knock me down!" Three rings, Lord Ping, I can consider giving you a treat!"

"Fart your mother! Kowtow three times to me, and I may consider leaving you a whole body!"

Wan Dong cursed angrily, and with a sudden movement, he stood up from the ground, glared viciously at Ping Zhanhu and roared.

"Ah? Hahaha..." Ping Zhanhu was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing loudly, pointing at Wan Dongdao, "You are really interesting, I suddenly realized that I seem to like you a little bit! Haha Ha ha……"

Wan Dong narrowed his eyes, and taking advantage of the opportunity of Ping Zhanhu laughing wildly, he stretched out his hand to wipe the blood, and suddenly stuffed a Explosive Yuan Pill into his mouth, and at the same time exerted the breath restraint technique to the extreme.

Could it be that Wan Dong is really flying moths to the flame?of course not!All purpose, just for this moment!

"I don't like you at all!" Wan Dong looked calm and his voice was cold, quietly waiting for the medicinal power of Explosive Yuan Pill to unfold in his body.

"Hmph! I don't need you to like me, I want you to be afraid of me! Scared to death!"

"Look who dies today! Give me another sword!" Wan Dong suddenly let out a snarl, and with a flick of his wrist, a dense white light that was different from before suddenly lit up in his palm. People, all rushed towards the Ping Zhan tiger.

"You stupid mortal boy, how many times do you have to try before you understand that with your shallow cultivation, it is impossible to hurt this seat at all!"

Ping Zhanhu stood with his hands on his hips, without any defense, and exposed all the vitals of his body to Wan Dong's sword. He wanted to use this to severely hit Wan Dong's fighting spirit, make him despair, and let him die without a fight!

Wan Dong pretended he didn't hear it, Fei Liao's figure did not change at all, and his pair of pupils, ignoring everything else, just fixed on Ping Zhanhu's throat firmly.

"Things that don't shed tears without seeing the coffin! I want to see how long you can hold on!"

Ping Zhanhu suddenly released his body-protecting qi gang again, ready to send Wan Dong flying again, and he had already made up his mind that he would never give Wan Dong another chance to strike again.

However, a cold, sharp aura that seemed to come out from under the Wannian Glacier suddenly radiated from Wan Dong's body, making Ping Zhanhu's heart beat wildly involuntarily.

At the same time, it was as if a shocking explosion had occurred on Wan Dong's body. His domineering aura rose violently at an astonishing speed. In less than a tenth of his breath, he had already surpassed the peak of Xuanhen, and even It has reached a level that is infinitely close to the elementary level of the earth wheel.

Such a violent and sudden improvement almost made Ping Zhanhu's eyeballs jump out of their sockets. The shock in his heart was like a landslide, which came suddenly and extremely violently!

"You kid..."

When Ping Zhanhu exclaimed, his whole body, the several-inch-thick protective Qi Gang, began to tremble violently.This is a sign that the protective qi gang is about to collapse, and Ping Zhanhu is naturally very familiar with it.

And with the fierce trembling of the body guard's qi gang, an extremely terrifying threat of death, like an invisible big hand, firmly grasped Ping Zhanhu's mind.

Wan Dong's sword was completely different from before, it was a sky-shattering sword that could bring death to Ping Zhanhu!

Ping Zhanhu couldn't help shivering a few times, and for the first time a look of fear appeared between his brows.

"Good boy, you're pissing me!" Amidst the explosive roar, Ping Zhanhu hurriedly raised his right palm, exhaled an incomparably majestic Dao Qi, and blocked Wan Dong's sword. .

"My sword will kill you!" All the foreshadowing was for this moment, how could Wan Dong give up easily.

His eyes sharpened, his roar shook the sky, all of his Dao Qi remained intact, and he lifted them up as many as possible, desperately urging his sword, trying to break Kaiping Zhanhu's Dao Qi.

"It's useless! Let me smash your sword and see how you can kill me!"

After the shock, Ping Zhanhu calmed down quickly, and the five fingers on his right palm snapped together, turning into eagle claws, and with a click, they held Wan Dong's sword.

"Hahaha...break it for me!" As soon as he grabbed the edge of the sword, Ping Zhanhu laughed wildly, and immediately exerted force with his five fingers, trying to break Wan Dong's sword alive.

But soon Ping Zhanhu realized that something was wrong. He had exerted [-]% to [-]% of his strength, but his five fingers did not move at all, and there was no sign of 'joining forces' at all.

"What!? This... This is not the Zijin sword!" Ping Zhanhu exclaimed, and looked down at the edge of the sword in his hand in a daze. Only then did he realize that what Wan Dong was using at this time was not the Zijin Divine Weapon at all. It's a weird long sword with only the blade, but lacks the tip.

But although this sword is incomplete, the aura emanating from the edge of the sword is more majestic and sharper than the Purple Gold Sword.Even if Ping Zhanhu is blind, he can still feel that the dominance of this sword is by no means comparable to those Zijin swords.

"You just found out, it's too late!"

Wan Dong beat Ping Zhanhu so many times in vain like a moth flying into a flame, disabling nearly twenty Zijin Divine Weapons. He is not a masochist, he only has one purpose, and that is to paralyze Ping Zhanhu.Obviously, his goal has been achieved.

While Ping Zhanhu was surprised and confused, Wan Dong suddenly let out a sneer, and the magic weapon suddenly became brilliant, and the sharp sword light mixed with platinum and two colors suddenly lit up, Ping Zhanhu only felt a burst of light. After a sharp pain, he was horrified to find that the rootless finger he was holding on to Jianfeng flew up almost at the same time.

The Divine Soldier crossed the last obstacle, and with a sound that resounded through the sky, it sounded like a dragon's chant, and moved forward with a thunderous force.

Not to mention the power carried by this divine weapon, the divine light rising from the blade alone made Ping Zhanhu's heart vibrate, his breathing was stagnant, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

"no, do not want!"

puff!

Ping Zhanhu's roar was replaced by an inaudible sound, like a sharp blade piercing through paper. The magic weapon in Wan Dong's hand directly broke through Ping Zhanhu's body shield, and pierced hard into his throat.Blood sprayed out like a fountain, directly hitting Wan Dong's face.

Ping Zhanhu's eyes had never been so wide, and his pupils were also dilated at an astonishing speed, as if he wanted to see Wan Dong more clearly.Vitality is like a torrent breaking through the dam, constantly venting from Ping Zhanhu's body, so that Wan Dong can clearly feel Ping Zhanhu's fall.

Ping Zhanhu's lips were trembling constantly, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat had been pierced by a sharp blade, and his vocal cords had long been shattered by the sword energy. He opened and closed his lips for a long time, but he couldn't say anything. Even half a word.

It's just that the unwillingness and despair in Ping Zhanhu's eyes became stronger and stronger.

"I said, this sword, I will kill you!"

Wan Dong's voice was extremely cold, so cold that it made people shiver.

Ping Zhanhu's figure trembled a few times, and suddenly, a bloody arrow shot out, and his whole body fell backwards slowly.Until the breath was cut off, a pair of eyes could not be closed.

If any mid-level cultivator of the earth wheel dies in the hands of the middle-level Xuanhen, it is impossible to close his eyes!