Leng Shuangrong's reminder was timely, but Xu Wenchuan was already out of anger and ignored him at all. Amid the bursts of roars, 10% of the true energy in the body had already been condensed, turning into a rolling wave of palm energy, pouring towards Ping Fei Peng.
"How dare you, a mere ant, show off your power in front of me? Go back!"
Facing Xu Wenchuan's offensive, which seemed to be tearing apart mountains, Ping Feipeng had a look of ridicule and ridicule on his face. It wasn't until Xu Wenchuan's palm reached him that he gave a cold shout, his long sleeves swung, and a silver-gray light flashed. It was immediately destroyed, but Xu Wenchuan felt as if he had been hit by a hammer. He immediately let out a muffled grunt in the air, and his body was rolled back at an astonishing speed like a baseball that had been blown away in the air.
"Senior brother!" Seeing this situation, Wu Qiujun's complexion suddenly changed wildly, and he flew up without thinking, volleying up to meet him.
puff!
As soon as Wu Qiujun's hand touched Xu Wenchuan, he couldn't help but spit out a blood arrow from his mouth. Together with Xu Wenchuan, they both fell to the ground. It can be seen how powerful Pingfeipeng's humble power is!
Xu Wenchuan suffered a big loss, was seriously injured, and his face turned gray. With the help of Wang Yangde and Duan Lengyan, he stood up. His face was full of bitterness. He thought he could be considered a famous master, but he was so miserable in front of Ping Feipeng. Is the gap between the small world of ordinary people and the big world of Taoism really that big
"How's it going? Does it taste good? Do you want to try it again, you stupid mortals?" Ping Feipeng glanced around with cold eyes, and said coldly with an explicit mockery on his face.
"You..." Xu Wenchuan couldn't help but gritted his teeth and wanted to rush forward and fight Ping Feipeng desperately.
Wu Qiujun didn't dare to let him mess around anymore, so he hurriedly grabbed him and said repeatedly, "Brother, please calm down!"
Leng Shuangrong knew in her heart that the only one who could compete with Ping Feipeng at the moment was her. Leng Shuangrong did not escape, and faced Ping Feipeng with a solemn expression.
"Ping, what you want is our grandson and grandson, so why bother others? Come on, you and I haven't had a serious fight with each other yet, so let's compete today!" Leng Shuangrong said coldly. said.
"Are we going to compare? Are you worthy? That's ridiculous! Give me a slap first!"
Ping Feipeng sneered, raised and pressed his palm, and a huge palm shadow, as tall as several people, immediately fell from the sky and pressed down on Leng Shuangrong. Leng Shuangrong's eyebrows condensed, not daring to be lazy, she released all the energy in her body, turning it into sharp cold lights like sword blades, which hit the shadow of her palm.
A series of muffled sounds were like the dense firecrackers on New Year's Eve. Countless Dao Qi and Dao Qi flowed in turbulence, splashing and surging everywhere, shaking up a cloud of dust that was blinding. The power was so amazing that it simply shook the ground!
Leng Shuangrong's zhenqi was even weaker. When the palm shadow was broken, Leng Shuangrong involuntarily took a few steps back, obviously out of breath. This collision alone consumed almost half of her energy.
"Not bad, not bad! You actually withstood my palm. I look down upon you. But it doesn't matter, this is just the beginning. I want to see how long you can last." As he spoke, Pingfei Pengdi Two palms were already slashed out, but Leng Shuangrong was not even willing to take a moment to breathe.
Leng Shuangrong had no choice but to grit her teeth, release her true energy, and go forward.
The second palm shadow had just broken, and the third palm shadow had condensed into shape. Looking at Leng Shuangrong's expression, he was getting more and more painful every moment, but Ping Feipeng was getting more and more proud every moment. Looking at the exhausted Leng Shuangrong, Ping Feipeng's face was filled with smiles.
"What's wrong, Leng Shuangrong? Are you already dead before I take it seriously? What Dzogchen is, it's just a joke!"
"Yue Cui, Yong Si, before I fall down, leave quickly!"
Even though Leng Shuangrong was unwilling to do so, she had to admit that before she cultivated her Tao Qi, she was no match for Ping Feipeng. With no way out, she could only create more opportunities for Leng Yuecui and Leng Yongsi to escape before Ping Feipeng got serious.
"No! Grandma, how can we leave you?" Leng Yuecui and Leng Yongsi shouted together, their voices heartbreakingly sad!
Leng Shuangrong gritted her teeth to resist Ping Feipeng's intimidation, and kept saying, "When have you been talking about this? As long as you can live, what's the point of my old woman dying? And, no matter what, We must also rescue Xu Yaoting. As long as he is alive, he can avenge me!"
"Grandma..." Sister Leng Yuecui was in tears at this time.
"Hmph! You are all going to die today, and no one wants to escape! Leng Shuangrong, be the first one!"
Ping Feipeng snorted coldly, and suddenly clenched his palms into fists. Hearing a bang, a ball of silver-gray Dao Qi burst out from his fist, and then suddenly exploded, turning into thousands of strands. Silver light, like thin needles, shot out in all directions, heading straight for the weak spots on Leng Shuangrong's body.
Wandong had also used such a move before, but Leng Shuangrong gritted his teeth and tried his best to break it. But obviously, Ping Feipeng's move is more powerful and fierce! Leng Shuangrong felt at a loss as to what to do.
Leng Shuangrong thought she could hold on for a while no matter what, at least until Leng Yuecui and the others left safely. But she forgot that Ping Feipeng also knew about her Achilles' heel. And once Ping Feipeng targets these critical points, her death will be imminent.
Leng Shuangrong was about to be enveloped by the silver light, which looked like cow hair. Leng Yuecui and Leng Yongsi froze as if they were frozen. A deep sadness invaded their entire hearts like a flood.
The two sisters knew what this meant better than anyone, but they could do nothing but watch.
"Hahaha... Leng Shuangrong, there is a road to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell and you break in! You brought all this on yourself, you can't blame anyone else!" Ping Feipeng already has Leng Shuangrong's life in his hands. In the palm of his hand, once Leng Shuangrong is killed, the remaining people are just lambs to be slaughtered.
However, Ping Feipeng's arrogant laughter did not last long, and Leng Shuangrong did not deserve to die! With a shout, a figure soared into the sky, faster than the light, and suddenly blocked Leng Shuangrong.
"Yao Ting!" After seeing that figure clearly, Leng Yuecui couldn't help but tremble with joy, and her shouts became even more trembling.
Not only Leng Yuecui, Leng Yongsi, Xu Wenchuan, Wu Qiujun, Duan Lengyan, Wang Yangde, but even Leng Shuangrong were so excited that they couldn't control themselves at this time. They wanted to shout as loudly as Leng Yuecui, but their throats felt like they were being hit by something. It's like it's blocked, and I can't shout a word. There are only tears, gurgling down my cheeks, and I can’t stop them... (To be continued)