Chapter 412: A Big Battle

"Thief, where are you going?" A powerful god master shouted loudly.

Liu Ping'an was intercepted in a blink of an eye.

Liu Ping'an said calmly and said, "Since you have to say that I am a thief, I will be a thief if I don't spin today."

"You, a little sandfly, still want to escape from the palm of my hand. Today I want you to die without a burial place!" The master of the evil spirit said contemptuously.

Suddenly, the voice of Linghu came from his ears, "Okay, let's fight with them here"

Liu Ping'an's face did not change and said in a low voice, "Then I want to see who laughed to the end today."

The people who chased him looked stagnant and couldn't help but "haha!" Laughing, some of them sarcastically, "You are a small Chinese saint, how dare you to talk so much without looking at the people around you?

"You'd better be careful of this thief, who is very cunning!"

"He just has a good master. Now his master is dragged into the endless sea. Where did he come from?"

Just as the people around Liu Ping'an were talking, a tall and burly man flashed out. In the realm of the great saint, he only heard him roar and said, "Then let me kill him first."

At this moment, a purple big hand pressed down, covered the sky and the sun, and took the lead in attacking Liu Ping'an. The purple big hand came with great power, and the realm was at least a master of the realm of the great saint. This is a small and unattractive ordinary old man.

Liu Ping'an's cold "Hum!" With a sound, the original skills of everything accelerated the circulation, and the "gold" condensed to the left fist and went head-on.

The sound of ancient music coming from his south is not soft at all, murderous like a wild wave, and the music sound is like a sword, sonorous.

It was a white cloud, and a delicate woman could be faintly seen sitting high in nine days, stirring an ancient instrument like a kite.

It is clearly visible that huge beams of light have shot down, and the sound of kites destroy everything like a stormy wave.

This is a horrible sound of killing. The golden horse is like thousands of troops and horses rushing, and the endless murderous atmosphere sweeps down and goes straight to Liu Ping'an.

Suddenly, his right fist came out, and a golden light rushed to the sky and rolled towards the woman. The endless flame was shaped like a phoenix, rolling up the sky, powerful, like a broken bamboo.

The master living around Liu Ping'an couldn't help exclaiming, "I didn't expect that the strength of the realm of saints in this thief area has been infinitely close to the master of the realm of gods."

Some people couldn't help saying, "Why don't we join hands to kill him?"

Some people who treat their identity can't help scolding: "There are two great saints who take action. If we fight in a group and spread it, we will be teased by the strong men of other continents in the future."

I saw the master of the divine realm say, "Don't worry, let these two people test it. I always feel something is wrong."

The night sky is like water, pouring down, and the blood running through the world is like a dragon to deter the ground. If the ordinary people on the ground hadn't had no secret power to take action, Yuntian City would have become a ruin, and all the non-saint realm people would have died.

Liu Ping'an sneered and said, "You scum, don't care about ordinary people's life and die at all, and you are a human race!"

"You thief are still slanging here. Why don't you be a mortal with bloody hands and don't enter the realm of saints and die?" Someone couldn't help saying.

Liu Ping's eyes flashed and found that the sound was in the realm of a middle-aged man. He was fierce and evil. His body was running at high speed, and a pair of golden lights flashed with his fists in an all-round way. Wherever he went, the Chinese saints and little saints were recruited one after another.

But seeing those arrogant and unobstructed saints, the little saint was killed in an instant.

"These people said such words, damn it!" He is like an invincible god of war, a god of killing, standing majestically in this void. Every time he makes a move, he is extremely powerful. His fists are turbulent, his fists are flying in all directions, and his fists are flying all over the sky.

He wants to monopolize hundreds of masters around here with the power of one person, and also includes four nine-level god realm masters.

"When young people really speak, they don't know the depth of heaven and earth. Be careful that misfortune comes out of their mouths!" A master of the realm of the god in the East said gloomily, but obviously he still treated himself, stood still and did not take action.

The master of the divine realm in the south sank his face and did not make a sound, but his eyes flashed.

The realm of the god in the north couldn't help scolding loudly: "You still think your master can follow you for the rest of your life."

"If you have the guts, you can fight with me." Liu Ping'an is full of lofty and heroic.

"Ji generation, today I'm going to teach you the truth of life, and I'm not afraid of the wind blowing away your tongue." The master of the realm of the northern god man took a big step forward, and he was about to take action to suppress Liu Ping'an.

"This thief is too arrogant and should be trained."

"It is a great crime to humiliate his predecessors, and he should be broken into ten thousand pieces."

The masters of the saint realm around him couldn't wait for these masters of the realm of the gods to take action, sneered and echoed.

The master of the divine realm in the north forced him step by step. He found the so-called reason and looked high-sounding. In the future, he would not be afraid of people's jokes, so he would take action in public.

"Wang Badan, your mother is going to breastfeed you." I don't know where I suddenly heard such a voice and chatted.

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone around was petrified on the spot.

Liu Ping'an's mind flashed and his heart moved. He knew that it must be Linghu Cangsheng to endure. This kind of words was different from him, and this man's mouth was too poisonous!

"Who, who?! Fuck you, you, you son of a bitch, you have the guts to come out." Wang Badan was so angry that someone dared to say something like this, making him burn his buttocks. He was furious, and there was no master demeanor to speak of.

At this time, people around couldn't help laughing secretly. Liu Ping'an joked, "Old man, why don't you go home and eat milk first?" What's your mother calling you?

"Haha..."

Finally, someone couldn't help laughing. Even those who were afraid of Wang Badan were twitching at the corners of their mouths and couldn't help smiling.

This is actually a common method used by Liu Ping to make his opponent lose his mind, so that he has a better chance.

The master of the realm of the divine man in the north, who is so old and famous, has been moved out of his mother to breastfeed him, which makes him feel embarrassed and has no place. It is simply more embarrassing than a slap in the face.

At this moment, he is like a tiger who has been trampled on his tail. He is so angry that he has no worries. He brazenly takes action, killing is infinitely and murderous.

"You little bastard, Grandpa, I'll take you on your way!" He didn't forget to teach him a lesson.

"You are just a nine-level divine realm, and you dare not exert all your strength. The power of your rules is useless to me. Today, I want to see whether you suppress me or I will suppress you. I'm sorry, your mother comes to greet you again." Liu Ping'an did not forget to hit his opponent at this critical time and said to himself, "It's better for you to exert all your strength and let God suppress you, stupid!"

The master of the divine realm in the north is obviously a little dizzy, and his action is getting more and more fierce, and his momentum is constantly rising.

The evil cloud in the south reminded him, "Wang Badan, don't be fooled by him, beware of God's punishment!"

Wang Badan was shocked, took a long breath, and slowly exhaled. He stared at Liu Ping'an with a resentful look and said, "I almost fell in love with you, a little bastard. Let's see how I play you to death."

"You don't have enough milk, do you still want your mother to greet you?" His mouth was so poisonous that people around him couldn't help shivering.

Wang Badan obviously knows that he can't fight against Liu Ping'an. He can only step up the attack. The power of the rules of heaven and earth is just right, and the action is even more despicable and shameless. He doesn't forget to greet him that he usually has a good friendship and has someone to help him. Obviously, he is shameless. Anyway, his face is gone. That's it or not.

At the same time, seven or eight great saints attacked Liu Ping'an, which made him double the pressure. The flow of boxing style and boxing spirit were not so smooth, but the boxing spirit became more and more vigorous.

"Hurry up and finish it. He won't support it for long." Someone shouted at the attacker, and the attack in his hand seemed sharper.

"Do you want to kill me like this?" Liu Ping'an sneered, and his momentum suddenly rose again. He was not afraid of these great saints at all, but he did not dare to hold on the master of the realm of gods.

For a while, the fight was insoluble, as if the sky collapsed and the earth cracked and the starry sky faded.