Rural Shennong

"puff!"

Chen Ping spat out a mouthful of blood, and was thrown ten meters away. After landing, he quickly dripped a drop of psychic liquid into his mouth.

The spiritual liquid entered his throat, quickly calming Chen Ping's churning blood and suppressing his injuries.

Seeing Chen Ping get up again, Zhao Jiehu was slightly taken aback: "Is this still alive?"

"You are really a qualified sandbag, look at my trick again!"

After another half a stick of incense, Zhao Jiehu realized that something was wrong.

Chen Ping was still out of breath just like when he came here, and he was in a panic to escape, but he still hasn't shown any sign of losing his strength, logically speaking, this is impossible.

A flash of anger flashed in Zhao Jiehu's eyes: "You brat, how dare you play tricks on me!"

Chen Ping has penetrated through eighty meridians, his inner strength is abnormally strong, and he can still lose his way.

In fact, only in terms of speed, Chen Ping is really not afraid of Zhao Jiehu.

The injury just now was almost healed by the spiritual liquid.

He has been paralyzing Zhao Jiehu all this time, it is not as miserable as it seems on the surface.

Now that Zhao Jiehu had discovered the clues, Chen Ping simply stopped pretending: "Hehe, I thought the Grandmaster is so powerful, and you are nothing more than that."

"You still want to take my life? You are not worthy!"

It was dark, the temperature dropped, and the water vapor in the mountains condensed, turning into a light rain, covering the entire mountain depression.

Seeing Chen Ping's disdainful expression through the fine rain, Zhao Jiehu immediately flew into a rage.

With a clasp of his hand on his waist, he drew out a soft sword with a cold light: "Ant, die for me!"

With a flick of the blade, a half-meter-long sword energy cut through the rain and fog, and swept straight towards Chen Ping.

Using the weapon, Zhao Jiehu's attack power instantly increased by a large amount.

Chen Ping soared into the air, flew backwards, and landed on a rock beside a mountain depression.

"Shh!"

The sword energy swept across Chen Ping's body, and the huge boulder with a diameter of half a meter under his feet was chopped off by the sword energy.

Chen Ping had no choice but to scurry back and forth on the mountain wall like a gecko, avoiding the piercing sword energy.

Fortunately, it was raining in the mountains, and the trajectory of the sword energy in the rain curtain was very obvious, which saved Chen Ping a lot of time in judging the direction of the attack.

The criss-crossed mountain wall cut by the sword energy suffered disaster, and the gravel fell down like a rainstorm.

Chen Ping still didn't dare to escape, and there were Liu Yixin and Jiujiu at home, so let him be cautious.

With Zhao Jiehu so angry, if he dared to escape, Zhao Jiehu would definitely kill someone to vent his anger.

So Chen Ping could only continue to dodge in embarrassment.

This time Chen Ping was really in a mess, not pretending.

Those vertical and horizontal sword qi are different from the fist front just now, they are too powerful.

If he was slashed, he would be crippled if he didn't die, so how could he be beaten?

Chen Ping's trump card is still hidden and useless.

"Damn it, is this the grandmaster? Sure enough, he is not comparable to a martial arts master."

Zhao Jiehu's attack power shocked Chen Ping.

But he didn't know that Zhao Jiehu was even more shocked than him.

"Is this kid a monster? Couldn't he run out of energy?"

"Damn it, if this continues, my aura will be exhausted!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Jiehu rushed forward two steps, using his footwork to drive the soft sword, and swung two sword auras in succession: "Cross cut!"

Before Chen Ping could think about it, the two intersecting sword qi had already reached him again.

He couldn't retreat any further, and there was a rock wall behind him.

With a fierce kick, Chen Ping made a big pit with a diameter of four feet on the rock wall. With the broken stones, he rushed towards Zhao Jiehu through the gap between the intersecting cross-shaped sword qi. .

The sword energy was too fast, and it was spinning. Chen Ping didn't completely dodge it, and a half-foot-long cut was drawn on his waist.

Blood burst out, but Chen Ping was not surprised but delighted.

Because he found that this sword qi was far less powerful than the previous ones, which meant that Zhao Jiehu's aura was about to be wasted.

If it is as strong as the original sword energy, this move is enough to cut him in half.

Chen Ping shouted excitedly, and punched: "Giant Ape Exploring the Sun!"

After his cultivation base improved greatly, he accepted a new inheritance from the fog in his mind, and learned the Lost Step and Great Ape God Fist.

The Mi Zong Bu is fine, but the Great Ape Divine Fist, logically speaking, can only be fully controlled if it is at the level of a master and can control the aura of heaven and earth.

After Chen Ping healed Lei Luan, he accidentally obtained a rule to use the aura of heaven and earth, bypassing the control of mental power, and now he can barely use it.

This is the first time Chen Ping has used the Giant Ape Fist in actual combat.

Zhao Jiehu didn't know how powerful Chen Ping's move was.

He said contemptuously: "The light of rice grains dares to compete with the bright moon, you are looking for your own death!"

No wonder Zhao Jiehu dismissed it, Chen Ping's fist was still five or six meters away.

A martial arts master can injure an opponent only when his fists and feet come into contact with his opponent. This is an iron rule recognized in the martial arts world.

It stands to reason that before Chen Ping's fist touched him, it was enough for him to charge up and swing a powerful sword energy, twisting Chen Ping's fist and his arm into pieces.

At that time, Chen Ping will be the fat on his chopping board, let him slaughter it.

Chen Ping's fist was more than four meters away from Zhao Jiehu. Zhao Jiehu held the sword in both hands and raised it high.

He wasn't afraid that Chen Ping would change his moves to dodge, because Chen Ping was in mid-air and there was no way to dodge it.

Visible to the naked eye, there was a dim light on the tip of the sword, like a firefly in a rainy night, which could be extinguished by the rain at any time.

But the raindrops from the sky fell around the firefly-like sword light, but they were instantly twisted and shattered into rain and mist, which scattered around.

Chen Ping's fist was more than two meters away from Zhao Jiehu, and Zhao Jiehu had also completed charging.

There was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth: "Cut!"

Following Zhao Jiehu's roar, the soft sword slashed at Chen Ping viciously.

Starting from the fluorescence of the sword tip in Zhao Jiehu's hand, a piercing sword aura like a crescent bud is rapidly forming.

On a small mountain peak in the distance, Bao Zhixi, who had just arrived in the rain, happened to see this scene, and her feet went limp and she fell to the ground.

It's over, I'm late!

Chen Ping said that he had picked up Liu Yixin and Jiujiu, so he called her and told her to gather at the gate of the villa area to go to the concert together.

But after waiting for a long time before Chen Ping, Bao Zhixi realized that something had happened.

She immediately rushed to Shuiyunjian No. 32 to look for it. After listening to Liu Yixin that Chen Ping left with a man and what the man looked like, Bao Zhixi guessed that the man was Zhao Jiehu.

Zhao Jiehu's move was too powerful, even though it exploded more than ten miles away, Bao Zhixi could still feel it.

She thought that since Zhao Jiehu was still fighting, it meant that at least Chen Ping was not dead.

Unexpectedly, she ran all the way and finally saw the scene where the two sides were fighting, but she did not expect to see the scene where Chen Ping was about to die in Huangquan.

The situation hundreds of meters away was completely different from what Bao Zhixi saw.

Zhao Jiehu's crescent-shaped sword light was only half formed, and before it was completely pointed at Chen Ping, Zhao Jiehu was horrified to find that a very clear shadow of a fist suddenly blasted out in front of Chen Ping's fist.

The fist shadow was like a broken bamboo, and the rain burst one after another, heading straight to his chest.

"impossible……"

Zhao Jiehu only had time to shout three words, and before he even had time to dodge, he was hit by the fist shadow.

"Oh!"

The clothes on his chest were smashed into pieces, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and flew upside down seventeen or eight meters.

The sword energy that had formed a half-moon sprout lost control and flew past Chen Ping's neck, making a half-inch deep gash on his shoulder, which continued to go straight to the sky.

In the VIP private room on the second floor of the Yuncheng Grand Theater, a middle-aged woman standing next to Lei Luan turned her head abruptly and looked in the direction of Zaoxiang Mountain: "Who is it?"