Chapter 772

One punch.

Ordinary, but it is this calm fist, without any fancy, pure physical power, like a volcano hidden at the bottom of the sea.

Fist fluttering.

I don't know that the dead bamboo in the bamboo forest moved with the wind and broke its waist.

Make a slight crisp sound.

The whole hillside is shaking.

It's like the top of the mountain is going to collapse.

At the beginning, Zhu Yan didn't notice anything. He also laughed at Yang Ping who had lost his strength and punched in front of him. At the moment, he was creepy. He felt that he was facing not a person's fist, but the power of a mountain. He was extremely shocked. A person's power was so strong.

He retreated subconsciously.

But he was shocked to find that no matter how he retreated, he could not escape the shadow of a mountain.

Got a punch in the chest.

Zhu Yan only felt that not only the bones were crushed, the power of the fist penetrated into the cell tissue, and the cell regeneration function was fatally damaged. The third form of the ultimate warrior could not resist the power of a fist, which was really unacceptable.

He was seriously injured.

Knocked down a row of green bamboos@^^$

It was a green bamboo planted by Mrs. Zhu herself. Its vitality was very tenacious, but it was uprooted by the impact of Zhu Yan.

"You..."

Zhu Yan coughed up blood and said, "you didn't waste it."

Everyone thought Yang Ping was abandoned for Zhu Xi, but now he is more powerful than before. I don't know how much. Zhu Yan instantly thought whether it was a conspiracy. Yang Ping deliberately revealed his flaws and let the people hiding in the dark jump out and catch them all.

Yang Ping looked at his fist and ignored Zhu Yan's shock. In fact, he was also shocked! $*!

This punch is beyond imagination.

He sighed and shook his head unconsciously.

The body of Nine Yang is worthy of being the strongest physique in the world. The strength of the flesh alone can erase the gap in the small realm. If you add the body recovery technique taught by the hemp man, you don't know how strong the flesh is. He was sure that the body of Nine Yang had special cultivation skills, but he didn't find out.

Whoosh!

In a daze, spirit was entangled.

Zhu Yan continuously exerts several powerful spiritual skills to trap Yang Ping and kill Yang Ping. At the moment, he has infinite anger in his heart. I thought that after the completion of the third form of the ultimate warrior, he would be invincible under the sage and even compete with the sage, but I didn't expect to be punched by Yang Ping.

This is a great humiliation.

He roared, "magic, ten thousand burials!"

There were countless white enemies around. Their resentment was very dignified and roared at Yang Ping. They died unjustly. When they climbed out of the mass graves, the resentment of a wronged soul was nothing, but countless grievances gathered and produced power that even saints were afraid of.

Seeing the hope of revenge, the wronged souls all rushed to Yang Ping.

The dense white figure annihilated Yang Ping.

Zhu Yan coughed up blood and said with a laugh, "boy, let you taste the feeling of being bitten to death by the wronged souls." watching the wronged souls pounce on Yang Ping, his face twisted and ferocious smiled, "I spent nearly 20 years of hard work, ate little pain and suffered many hardships to refine into the third form. Do you think I'm so easy to overcome?"

Boom!

As soon as the voice fell, the wronged soul screamed.

A light rose into the sky. It was Qi and blood. It was extremely powerful Qi and blood. Just relying on the instinct of the body, it could shine. The wronged souls were swept by Qi and blood and disappeared one after another. All the wronged souls drifted away, leaving a burnt smell on the top of the mountain.

Zhu Yan was stunned and said in surprise, "impossible!"

Yang Ping was unharmed. He didn't even hurt Mao. He stared at Zhu Yan and said, "I'll correct it. It's not called magic. If magic is demonized, its power will be weakened a lot. Uncle Zhu, come back and be right. You can't succeed in Longcheng now. And my opponent is not you."

Zhu Yan was despised and shouted, "Huang Kou child, do you think you can be arrogant just by defeating me? I'll show you now, the power of the ultimate warrior."

"Evolution!"

After that, Zhu Yan's body began to change. A layer of black cutin covered all parts. His breath rose steadily, and even reached an unimaginable state. The biggest change was his eyes. There were pupils before, and now they are completely replaced by indifference.

Cutin penetrates from the skin, just like a biochemical warrior.

A heavy oppressive breath emanated from Zhu Yan. Wang Fuying, who was knocked down and killed, felt the palpitating breath and could no longer bear it. With a strange cry, he rushed down the mountain. Because Zhu Yan is too strong to affect the Qi field, the place where Wang Deputy camp lies is too close to bear the pressure, otherwise he will be crushed to death if he stays any longer.

Zhu Yan said coldly, "die!"

He hit with a punch.

The fist power soared to the sky and hit the vice camp Wang running on the hillside.

At a distance of 100 meters, vice camp Wang screamed and his body was exploded with a punch. The blood fog was floating on the hillside, which was very bloody and shocking.

Zhu Yan clenched his fist, grinned, smiled and said, "it feels good. This power is what I want." he immediately looked up and locked Yang Ping. "Boy, I'll show you how powerful the third form of the ultimate warrior is."

Sobbing

He squatted and dived.

The speed was so fast that it could not be described in words. He came to his eyes and hit Yang Ping's chest.

Not to mention, in one boxing, the other fist followed. Zhu Yan, with a heart of anger and great momentum, hit Yang Ping hard in the chest every time.

The destructive power of being hit in the same place is immeasurable.

dripping water wears through a stone.

Besides, it's a heavy fist.

Zhu Yan doesn't know how much it costs to hit. He thinks it's almost the same. Even if it's a steel plate, one punch will be pierced, not to mention that Yang Ping got so many punches.

His body flew over and fell to the ground. Zhu Yan sneered: "take your own ideas. I didn't want to kill you, but you were bad for me. It's your blessing to die in the third form of my ultimate warrior..." before he finished, his indifferent eyes almost jumped out.

He took a breath of air-conditioning and was very shocked.

Yang Ping didn't die.

Not only did he not die, but his clothes were a little wrinkled.

How is that possible?

Yang Ping patted his chest, shook his head and said, "I said, my opponent is not you. Why bother me. Uncle Zhu, this is the last time I call you. If you do it again, I won't be polite later."

Zhu Yan is crazy.

His hair stood up and roared, "no way, I'm invincible. It must be an illusion."

Zhu Yan shot again. The cutin on his arm melted and the strength of his fist was nourishing. When he punched, the wind roared, which was several times stronger than before. He did not believe in evil, and his killing heart to Yang Ping was unprecedented.

The fist is like a yacht drawing long marks on the water. It is the fluctuation caused by the crack of the fist. Because the fist is too fast to spread, it is absorbed by the fist.

This punch is really strong.

Strength to a certain level, rely on the fist to speak.

Bang!

Zhu Yan tried his best to hit Yang Ping on the head.

He seemed to see the miserable appearance of Yang Ping's brain burst. No, there would be no saying of brain burst under his fist, because one fist could evaporate the blood and brain, and the temperature was extremely high because the fist rubbed with the air.

Although I didn't torture you, I killed you after all.

Zhu Yan thought so.

Click!

But it was unacceptable for Zhu Yan to die. Facing his full blow, Yang Ping slowly raised his hand and grabbed his fist. Let your mountains fall and the earth fall, I can't move like a mountain. He grabbed his fist and shook it towards the ground. Zhu Yan's body hit the ground hard.

Boom!

The pit appeared.

Zhu Yan vomited blood and inlaid it in the soil.

Yang Ping shook his head and muttered, "I told you not to fight, but to fight. I know I won't succeed. I really convinced you." He looked up at the foot of the mountain and said, "since you're here, show up. I know you've been lurking for a long time."

"The body of Nine Yang deserves its reputation."

Applause broke out.

A beautiful shadow climbed slowly from the foot of the mountain.