Chapter 165 One Punch

In the face of this crazy tiger, Gan Ping's heart was full of knots and secretly complained. Originally, he thought that he could scare people back the big Buddha of the master, but he didn't expect that what he provoked was the group of crazy people of Tiemen Sect. This Tiemen Sect is famous for protecting short and cherishing disciples, so even low-level disciples walk in the world, there is no one to provoke them. What they are afraid of is that the nest of crazy people are looking for themselves desperately. Standing there motionless, Gan Ping thought about the countermeasures.

"Little bastard, don't you think that if you kill my disciples of the Iron Gate sect, you can escape with the protection of your sect? I, Feng Xingyuan, am not afraid of you. There is no need to look at it. This is already more than a thousand miles away from Juzhenbao, which is 108,000 miles away from your Miaochengzong. I tried my best to put out the invisible escape array, which is to torture you little by little and tear you up little by little, which can dispel my hatred. Speaking of Fengxing Yuan Jie Jie, he smiled strangely. It was true that the people of the Iron Gate Sect had some problems with their minds. They were so cruel. For their own personal indignation, they did not hesitate to open the super sect of Miao Chengzong. They even took a chestnut in the fire and gave up the opportunity to kill Gan Ping to set up a formation, just to stay away from Juzhenbao and slowly torture Gan Ping.

Gan Ping was secretly wary of such a master with such a fierce cultivation. Although he knew that he was not the enemy of this person at all, he could not give up hope, not to mention that he had the killer mace of running for his life with the golden light method, which was useless, so he had to wait for the opportunity. Seeing that Gan Ping stopped talking, he just looked at himself vigilantly. Feng Xingyuan laughed and said, "Little bastard, you accept your fate. Come on, let me pinch your whole body inch by inch, make you suffer, and howl for three days before you die. Anyway, this place is remote, and we have plenty of time."

With that, he suddenly took a step forward, grabbed his right hand, and grabbed Gan Ping from afar. This movement is really a surge of wind and clouds. In an instant, the boundless power enveloped Gan Ping tightly. The whole person's spirit was restrained, round and full, and the emanating energy did not leak at all, which was the characteristic of the peak of Jindan's great perfection. Gan Ping's eyes shrank. Although he seemed to grab it casually, it was already implicitly contained the law of heaven and earth in it.

This popular Yuanguo is true. He has almost entered the realm of Yuanying. This law of controlling heaven and earth is the unique ability of Yuanying monks. If he kills himself today and his wish is fulfilled, he may enter the realm of Yuanying. If so, the Tiemen Sect will inevitably let the Fengxingyuan, who has stepped into the initial stage of Yuanying, improve his cultivation to replace the immortal genius Fengxing Lie. As long as there is a buffer for this period of time, when the Feng Xinglie's cultivation is successful, the rise of the Tiemen Sect will no longer be empty talk.

But this is all the afterthought. The most important thing in front of Gan Ping is how to escape this disaster. He dares not neglect Gan Ping's sword behind him has been held in his hand. Ling Meng's sword spirit of killing the sword surged, and Gan Ping's chest was full of killing. Even if you are a monk of Jindan Danfeng, how about it? Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. If I escape today, I will repay this humiliation a hundred times! The sword waved, and the murderous intention made Feng Xingyuan couldn't help slowing down, "Huh? It's interesting that there is such swordsmanship. It's a pity that you don't have enough cultivation. No matter how good the swordsmanship is, it's in vain.

At any time, the five-grade Xuanbing character Gan Ping's hand bloomed with a bright light, which slowed down the Fengxingyuan offensive of Aiwu Chengchi, turning his claws into a fist. He wants to see the wonders of this swordsmanship. The boy in front of him is in his bag anyway. There is no need to worry.

Although it is a simple punch, it is also as heavy as a mountain. Although there is some retention, the heavy force makes Gan Ping have to take out twelve points of strength to resist. The difference between the two is too big. The physical strength of this Jindan monk is 8,000 stones. Although the power of mana is slightly less, it is almost much. Fengxingyuan's cultivation is profound, and this number is only a lot more. Even if Gan Ping has passed the heavenly disaster, the physical strength of cultivation is far more than that of the monks of the same level, but the physical strength is only about 1,800 stones. The power of mana is lower than that, and the two are higher and lower.

The fist wind from afar drives a burst of distortion of air, which is the extreme performance of power, enough to distort the air. If it is the action of the Mahayana monk, the strong force can tear the space. As soon as he bit his teeth, several cloud demon fire thunder flew out, which was the disposable magic weapon previously refined in Weiyufeng. At this time, if you can save a strength, you will have more vitality. Although this thing is quite rare, you don't have to wait any longer at this time?

Several thunderballs of lightning intersect with the strength of the fist. The erosion of the warm thunder pool water on the surface melted a hole in the fist wind and exploded inside. Although this, it only slowed the fist wind a little. Feng Xingyuan made a startling sound again. What he didn't expect was that there were so many peculiarities in this boy. The fire standing on Gan Ping's shoulder had already been eager to try. With a scream, he suddenly stood up and turned into a violent ape more than ten feet high. The Juntian stick also grew in the wind, turning into the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, and a stick hit the fist flying in the forward direction.

With a loud noise, bursts of cracking sounded. The Juntian stick in Huo's hand was shattered by the strong fist wind. The huge body of the fire was shaken away in the air, and it shrank sharply and flew behind Gan Ping. Fire monkey, this blood is also quite pure. A trace of greed flashed in Feng Xingyuan's eyes. This boy is worthy of being born in a famous family. He has now begun to think about what he will gain after killing Gan Ping.

Without reason, the fire that will be shaken away, Gan Ping has already straightened out the sword, and the broad sword body is stabbed straight out. It's better to take it straight from the middle than ask for it! Even if he knew that he was not the enemy of the opposite person, Gan Ping's self-esteem did not allow him to take an understated punch. Fire changes the appearance of heaven and earth, and the physical strength is more than 2,000 stones, plus his 1,800 stone physical strength and slightly lower mana, which is enough!

Gan Ping has died and has a good countermeasure. If you want to escape from this powerful enemy, you can only make a dangerous move and let go. When the Huanshan sword touched the fist style that had been greatly reduced in power, Gan Ping knew the feeling of the fire just now. The great force from the sword in his hand made Gan Ping feel that he could not hold it. The bones of the whole body also clicked under this force, and the original indomitable sword was also blocked and slowly forced back.

I faintly felt that the Huanshan sword in my hand had signs of persistence, and the array in the sword connected to Gan Pingxin also made waves of mourning and was about to break. Gan Ping jumped and quickly took the sword. He didn't expect that the perfect monk at the peak of the golden elixir was so strong, with a punch. Gan Ping, who took back the almost damaged Huanshan Sword, raised his hands and crossed them in front of him. With a roar, the black scales on the surface of his body flashed, and it was the dragon scales that came out.

After getting the advice from the master, Gan Ping knew that his real dragon blood could not be easily revealed, but now there is no way out. The right arm was in the front and left arm in the back, and the cross was in front of him. Zhenyuan urged, and a golden arm was in front of the arm. It was the magic weapon used by Gan Ping at the time of the Sect Gate. Compared with that day, Gan Ping's cultivation was many times more enhanced. This arm was also refined by him and turned into a simple shield of three feet of squares in front of him. As his heart turned, the fragments of armor in his body also appeared on the surface of his arm.

With these seven-grade shield magic weapon, plus these six-grade armor, as well as its own strong dragon scales, under the triple protection, it should be able to block this much weakened boxing style. Gan Ping secretly thought to himself that if it was not too late, he would have laid a layer of defensive formation on his body. Although he was a dangerous fight, he had to make complete preparations. Wu Yizi once said that Gan Ping was young and old, which can be seen here.

The physical strength of the fist hit and hit the shield magic weapon in front of Gan Ping. Only then did Gan Ping find that he was wrong. Just like the summer worm who is hard to speak ice. How can he really know the horror of these great monks with low cultivation? Like Feng Xingyuan and other golden and other golden monks in Miaochengzong. The sect is one of the top monks, and their strength is not small.

With the punching wind, the shield with golden light burst into pieces, and the fragments of the magic weapon flew around. And the illegal treasure level is not high, but Gan Ping's cultivation is too low. If the Yuanying monk came to urge the magic weapon, he would have shaken back the boxing wind. With the fragmentation of the shield-shaped arm, the momentum of Feng Xingyuan's boxing wind did not decrease. He directly hit the armor on the surface of Ganping's body, with a wail. This armor is really extraordinary. It is worthy of being a unique treasure before. The material is really strong. Even the two pieces of armor did not break, but returned to Ganping's body with a wail and no longer come out. Now.

Obviously, this magic weapon has been severely damaged, and it needs to be re-refined before it can be used again. At this time, Gan Ping has no time to take care of it, and the heavy boxing wind has reached the front after several times of weakening. Although the scales on the right arm were strong, they were also broken inch by inch, revealing the flesh and blood in it. By the heavy force, Gan Ping's body also flew back. Seeing that the momentum would definitely hit the blocking sword light behind him, Feng Xingyuan on the opposite side also let out a scream: "True dragon blood!"