Chapter 319 Hand-to-hand combat

Although it was not clear what happened to Mo Yeqing, Gan Ping still looked at the half-human and half-scorpion monster in front of him indifferently. Mo Yeqing's originally thick arms have turned into a pair of huge pliers, constantly opening and closing, making a frightening sound. The lower body had turned into a scorpion, and six terrible giant legs full of inverted thorns trampled the withered grass on the ground and turned the grass foam, bulging up huge smoke. Where he passed, the fire poison flowed endlessly, and most of the half-green and half-yellow grassland was immediately burned, and the ghost evil flame attached to Mo Yeqing's body had been swallowed by him.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it's swallowed. Although the evil fire of the underworld is cool and vicious, it is only a trace. After Mo Yeqing showed his body, for the strong body up to several feet, this ignition can't do any harm at all. And the body of this nine-tailed fire scorpion belongs to the evil and poisonous vein, and this powerful poisonous fire is not a small supplement to it.

He curled his lips and looked at Mo Yeqing with flying eyes, and Gan Ping couldn't help sneering in his heart. Do you really think that you can completely suppress yourself by showing this huge body? On the southern mountain that day, the reason why I retreated from the nine-tailed fire scorpion was that I was affected by the spirit of the demon fairy in the witch's tomb, and it was difficult to compete with a series of hard battles without recovering from serious injuries. Even when he killed Mo Yehua, he did not show all his strength.

You should know that Gan Ping could fight with Wan Fang, who was perfect at the peak of the golden elixir, just by relying on swordsmanship and some magic weapons to protect himself. For him, if he hadn't been seriously injured, Mo Yeqing could not escape at that time. If the strength shown by Gan Ping that day is taken as a measure, then Mo Yeqing is a big mistake.

The treasure fan waved gently, and Gan Ping stood in the air with his wings under his ribs in an elegant and peaceful manner, looking at the monster in front of him with interest. Although the Mo Yeqing in front of him is fierce, it is far worse than the hook snake I met a few days ago. This nine-tailed fire scorpion is just stained with the blood of the ancient poisonous beast, and the hook snake is a real ancient alien species. Isn't it still obedient to wait for the future?

The white-boned horn hammer in Mo Yeqing's hand has disappeared. For him who has turned into an ontology, the invincible huge pliers are enough to be compared with ordinary magic weapons. Waving huge pliers, Mo Yeqing roared and rushed up. In the shape of a beast, even he had a trace of ferociousness in his body. Whether it was Mo Yeqing or the nine-tailed fire scorpion, he hated Gan Ping to the bone. At this meeting, he couldn't wait to tear it up with a pliers to be willing.

Seeing the huge pliers of the nine-tailed fire scorpion coming in front of him, a layer of fine dark red dragon scales appeared on Gan Ping's body. Now his physical strength is almost close to nine thousand stones. It can be said that it is really a real split stone. With a burst of punching out, the strong boxing wind roared sharply, and Mo Yeqing's scorpion pliers collided with each other. Gan Ping, who is arrogant, doesn't want to take advantage of him. Unexpectedly, Mo Yeqing can't make any trouble.

It was like a fierce collision between two rushing rhinos, and a huge impact sound came from the air. Gan Ping and Mo Yeqing retreated dozens of feet at the same time. Gan Ping's eyes were full of light, showing an extremely excited look. Good strength, Gan Ping hasn't met such an opponent who can match his physical strength for a long time. Now he meets this Mo Yeqing, which is just right to live.

He frowned and looked at the sleeves that were broken by strong strength. Gan Ping simply stretched out his hand and sneered and tore off the ragged clothes on his body, just like Mo Yeqing, revealing a strong upper body cast like iron and stone. A pair of wings behind him bulged with a strong wind. Gan Ping roared excitedly, spread his wings down, raised his fists and hit Mo Yeqing's head. The strong fist wind hit his face and suppressed Mo Yeqing a little breathless.

He hurriedly crossed his huge pliers. Mo Yeqing waved up, and the strong air wave between the collision made the six scorpion claws under Mo Yeqing fall more than a foot to the ground. Gan Ping, who was shocked and rolled back, roared excitedly, spread his wings and flew down again, and smashed Mo Yeqing's body to the ground again. Like a meteor hitting a stone mountain, the figure of Gan Ping's continuous impact made Mo Yeqing almost unable to breathe, and there was a stormy wave in his heart.

Originally, I thought that I had swallowed and fused the body of the nine-tailed fire scorpion, and the strength of the body had reached the extreme. It was basically a matter of hand to deal with this peak disciple of chemical liquid. But I didn't expect to meet a freak like Gan Ping. The physical power of Gan Ping, who has practiced the dragon's forging skills, has reached an extremely fing level, and his body, which has absorbed the blood of the witch god and the blood of the real dragon, has reached a higher level. Today's Ganping's physical strength alone is enough to compete with the great monk at the peak of Jindan. At present, he is fighting with Mo Yeqing for half a catty to eight taels.

One is the murderer who has devoured the ancient monsters, and the other is a freak who refines his body like a magic weapon. These two people are simply a tough fight against the iron man in a copper cylinder, which is simply unrestrained. Although Mo Yeqing integrated the nine-tailed fire scorpion, he suffered from the fact that his body was too huge. When he started, he was crushed by Gan Ping, who acted like the wind, and couldn't raise his head. After all, Gan Ping, who transplanted Yingyu's wings and cherished the golden light method, even if he didn't take the initiative to attack, Mo Yeqing would not touch his cold hair. What's more, when Gan Ping took action, he also integrated the combat skills of the dragon clan into it, just like a dragon for nine days without a trace.

Mo Yeqing only felt that he was like a nail that was constantly hit by a hammer. He fell to the ground little by little. He couldn't help roaring at the sky. He suddenly went crazy, and the nine scorpion tails behind him poked straight at Ganping's forehead. The scorpion's tail is like a spear, and the black and bright is obviously very poisonous. The tail needle on it is several feet long. If it is hit by it, it will definitely be poked out of a hole.

Aware of the strong wind on his forehead, Gan Ping snorted coldly, dodged several scorpion tails that stabbed him, and grabbed the last scorpion tail in the palm of his hand. The rising flame flashed from Gan Ping's palm. The nine-tailed fire scorpion was originally quite resistant to the genus of the flame, but he encountered a dragon-patterned C fire Yuan Gang cultivated by Gan Ping himself. The C Huo Yuan Gang, which had reached the realm of Rongyuan, was simply invincible, and its power was only under the silence. It's really a big deal to deal with such a small role as Mo Yeqing.

Mo Yeqing, who was burned by the fire Yuan Gang, looked up to the sky and roared. The giant tail shook violently, and the remaining eight scorpion tails stabbed Gan Ping fiercely. Seeing that he poked a few transparent holes in his body that was not talking about Ganping, he would not give up. Looking up to the sky and smiling, Gan Ping flashed over the huge tails that attacked him. His arms were strong, and the knotted muscles were prominent. Unexpectedly, he dragged the scorpion tail to lift Mo Yeqing's huge body.

The cold light flashed in his eyes. In a few months, Mo Yeqing could promote his cultivation from the initial level of Jindan to the high level of Jindan. No matter what means he used, this entry was enough to shock himself. In addition, Mo Yeqing has an sworn hatred with himself, and Mo Yeqing must die today! Although Gan Ping doesn't like to take the initiative to calculate others, he also doesn't like the feeling of being calculated all day long. If it hadn't been for Mo Yeqing's self-retained cultivation that of Gan Ping, he came to the door carelessly. With his cultivation, he secretly plotted Gan Ping, and he would have caused a lot of trouble.

For possible troubles, Gan Ping has always been killing it quickly. At this time, he grasped the end of the huge scorpion tail with his palm. A pair of wide wings flashed violently and twisted the scorpion tail into a strange shape in an instant. With the broken muscles and bones and the sour sound of steel, Mo Yeqing let out a sad long howling. The smelly blood mist sprayed all over the sky, and a red light flashed. The sweet plane holding half a huge scorpion tail was cold and appeared in front of Mo Yeqing with a smile.

It's late at night, and the wind is a little cold. There are tables full of dishes and wine in the city. The warm room is waiting for you to enjoy. How can there be so much leisure to entangled with this Mo Yeqing? Let's solve it as soon as possible. Feeling Gan Ping's cold eyes, Mo Yeqing's forehead with big drops of sweat fell, and he had clearly sensed Gan Ping's murderous intention.

What puzzles him is that this Gan Ping is obviously the peak cultivation of the liquid, but his true mana is not much inferior to himself, and the body is even above himself. Is this boy a reincarnated fairy? Otherwise, how can the strength be so terrible?

Before Mo Yeqing could turn back from fear, Gan Ping had put aside the huge scorpion tail in his hand and instantly appeared in front of Mo Yeqing. Mo Yeqing, who was shocked, waved a huge pliers to Gan Ping, but the two pliers teeth of the pliers were held by Gan Ping's iron-like hands, which was difficult to move at all. Mo Yeqing was shocked and quickly waved another pliers to clamp Gan Ping's waist fiercely, and increased his strength. Obviously, he wanted to make two pliers.

However, a dark light flashed, and suddenly a magic weapon like a belt flashed around Ganping's waist. With a rich wealth, would he not have a few magic weapons to protect himself? In this stunned kung fu, Gan Ping roared, his arms worked hard, and the blue veins jumped up his forehead, "Ah, ah, ah... Open it!" With Gan Ping's roar, the scorpion pliers he held in his hand burst and were tore abrupt by him.

With a miserable howling, Mo Yeqing waved his right claw with only half of the pliers' teeth to release his painful foot, while the left pliers were still stuck in Gan Ping's waist and hit it to the ground.

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