Rural Shennong

On Huaguo's live broadcast website, there are only a few public figures such as Xiang Bopi, and some idiots who worship foreigners and foreigners are very happy, sending out barrages to promote their victory.

"Hey? Where are those Chen Ping's idiot fans, idiots? Why don't you scream?"

"Haha, Chen Ping's defeat has been decided, let alone 10 minutes, if he can leave a whole body, he will have to burn incense and worship Buddha. If those trolls shout at this time, won't they slap themselves in the face?"

"I can't get used to young people like Chen Ping for a long time. I can't pretend. Now he has not only angered his international friends, but also humiliated Hua Guo!"

On the live broadcast platform of the alliance's official website, not many people ridiculed Chen Ping anymore. People from all over the alliance were discussing how to divide up the interests of China after Chen Ping's death.

People in Kimchi Country and Cherry Blossom Country started arguing again.

It seems that Chen Ping's death has become an irrelevant doomed ending.

Duan Peilong, Hua Biao and others who were waiting outside the venue and could only watch the situation inside the venue through the live broadcast also looked nervous.

Several people were eager to move, wishing to rush in to help Chen Ping immediately.

Lin Yuru was also very nervous, but she knew that there should be no chaos at this time, and she firmly believed that Chen Ping could win, because Chen Ping had never let her down.

If Chen Ping dies unfortunately, at worst, she will go to Huangquan with Chen Ping, but before that, as Chen Ping's closest lover, she must stabilize the overall situation.

"Calm down, no one is allowed to move!"

"If you rush in now, it will only add chaos to Chen Ping."

"Chen Ping never fights unprepared battles, we must believe that he will create miracles!"

Not everyone in the world thought that Chen Ping was finished, and Lin Yuru was just one of them.

Even among the six extraordinary people in the alliance, some people feel chills.

This person was none other than Bohomey who controlled the three spiders.

Chen Ping saw that the wind-type sky-splitting sword had limited damage to the three demon spiders, so he simply moved the poison-type sky-splitting sword behind him, and cooperated with the wind-type sky-splitting sword and the fire-type sky-splitting sword to kill the three spiders .

He has weighed out these extraordinary abilities and is ready to make a quick decision.

The poison-type Sky Splitting Sword had just switched to his back and released some life poison.

Life Poison's powerful law of destruction is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

Bohomey spurted out several mouthfuls of blood in a row, trying to stabilize the three demon spiders that were about to collapse, but his blood essence was about to be vomited dry, and the three demon spiders were still weakening rapidly.

When Bohomey discovered an extremely cold and vicious aura, which was transmitted to his mental sea along the demon spider he controlled, he immediately covered his head and uttered a miserable scream: "Fate...Fate poison!"

As a talented and knowledgeable Chaofan, Bohomey certainly knows the horror of life poison.

A little contamination with this thing can make people feel miserable, at the slightest, their cultivation base will be damaged, and at the worst, they will die.

Chen Ping's life is so poisonous and corrupted by the law of destruction, the speed that the wind-type sky-splitting sword cannot capture, and the heat of the fire-type sky-splitting sword are added together, even the semi-holy one has to stay away.

How could these illusory spiders and Bohomey survive?

At that moment, Bohomey seemed to see the white-skinned god winking at him, and sent him the most sincere invitation to be a guest in the God Realm.

Bohomey hasn't lived enough and doesn't want to meet his white-skinned god so early.

He immediately cut off the spiritual connection with the three demon spiders, turned around and was about to run!

At the same time that Bohomey turned around, the three demon spiders were cut into a pile of pieces by the wind-type sky-splitting sword. Before the pieces fell to the ground, the fire-type sky-splitting sword swept past with raging flames.

The three demon spiders instantly turned into a brilliant spot of light, completely annihilated.

This incident happened so fast that, except for Chen Ping, all the enemies and friends in the on-field and external battles, and the billions of people on Earth did not react.

The other five Chaofans on the high platform were the first to notice the change in form, and they were instantly shocked.

They even collectively stopped attacking in shock.

When the light and dust on the high platform dissipated, and the audience inside and outside the stadium saw the situation on the high platform, they all gasped in shock.

"Hi~!"

More than 30 people gasped at the same time. The spectacular scale was not inferior to the sound waves generated by the attack of the extraordinary, as if a category eight hurricane had been suspended out of thin air.

Chen Ping was still sitting on the throne, with a calm expression on his face, the golden throne was shining brightly, let alone Chen Ping was injured, his hair was not messed up, and his clothes didn't even have a wrinkle.

Chen Ping's attack would not stop, but instead switched from defense to offense, more sharp than before.

Bohomey couldn't escape if he wanted to. Chen Ping fell in love with his baby, how could he let him go?

Bohomey, who had vomited so much blood and was injured by the poison of life, was already at the end of his strength. He couldn't summon another phantom of a strange beast from the book of wisdom. He could only launch ordinary attacks of extraordinary realm .

These attacks, if they bully and bully warriors under the extraordinary, are okay, how about Chen Ping's Sky Splitting Sword?It's just a joke.

Chen Ping blocked his way with only a fire-type sky-cracking sword, burning him up and down, and he was in a mess.

A wind-type sky-cracking sword and a poison-type sky-splitting sword were free, and Chen Ping used them to attack the other five supernatural beings.

Everyone felt a bone-piercing chill from the soles of their feet to the sky.

"No, it's impossible, it's all fake, fake!"

"He...he is not a human being, he is a god!"

"My God, such a terrifying monster in the world!"

"I must be dreaming, how could Chen Ping not die? How could he not die!"

Eve screamed: "Use all the cards at the bottom of the box, otherwise none of us will leave alive today!"

She still wanted to give it a go, but just after she finished shouting, Wang Jian, the fiercest vanguard who rushed at the beginning of the battle, suddenly withdrew his three-pronged fork, turned around and ran away.

Previously, the six of them were extraordinary, plus the three super-ordinary demon spiders, they couldn't do anything to Chen Ping, and there were only five against one left. The situation had reached a very bad level.

Wang Jian also abandoned the formation and fled, which made things worse.

His running like this immediately caused a chain reaction. Adam and Eve and Daocheng Silong, who originally wanted to use their hole cards, were also frightened.

A dead fellow daoist is not a poor daoist, so if you want to be fart at this time, just run faster than anyone else.

What does it mean to be defeated like a mountain?The six extraordinary gave everyone an acting lesson.

Chen Ping sneered and said, "It hasn't arrived in 10 minutes. Do you think this is a public toilet? Come and leave whenever you want?"

Wang Jian was not injured, and he turned around suddenly, without the slightest sign, he ran the fastest, and he was about to run near the auditorium.

Just when he thought he could escape from birth, a dozen or so black chains suddenly shot out from the dark sky-cracking sword following him, wrapping Wang Jian tightly.

The place on Wang Jian's body where the chains were entangled made a "sizzling" sound.

Audience near him could smell a disgusting smell of burnt flesh.

"Ah~!" Wang Jian let out a miserable howl, struggling hard, but it was of no avail.

The Dark Cracking Sky Sword flew back with him and landed at Chen Ping's feet. Chen Ping stepped on it with one foot, and firmly stepped on Wang Jian's face.