"This is right! In front of us monks, all you warriors in the mortal world can do is grovel and beg for mercy!" Looking at Xu Wenchuan who was kneeling on the ground, Ping Feipeng's face was full of pride and pride. The evil smile.
"CAO, you uncle!" This was the first time in Xu Wenchuan's life that he had been insulted like this. As soon as Ping Feipeng finished speaking, he was covered up by the overwhelming anger.
Gritting his teeth and letting out an angry curse, Xu Wenchuan seemed to be carrying a huge burden, trembling all over and struggling to stand up. The beads of sweat that were already dense now gathered into streams and kept flowing down his cheeks.
"Hehe... you'd better kneel down honestly!"
With great effort, Xu Wenchuan finally lifted his knees off the ground. Although it was only a few inches, Xu Wenchuan was no longer kneeling after all. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Ping Feipeng suddenly said with a sneer. At the same time, he pressed his palm slightly, and the Nirvana Moro followed suit. In the blink of an eye, the pressure on Xu Wenchuan increased dramatically. More than 30%.
Plop!
Xu Wenchuan's knees, which had just been lifted off the ground, were immediately pressed heavily onto the ground again. At the same time, a blood arrow shot out from his mouth.
"I didn't ask you to get up, can you?"
"You!" Xu Wenchuan held his head high and glared at Ping Feipeng. This was the first time in his life that he hated someone so much. I really wish I could eat its flesh and sleep on its skin!
"Xu Wenchuan, let me help you!" Leng Shuangrong on the side couldn't stand it anymore. With a low growl, he stretched out one palm, wanting to share some of the pressure Xu Wenchuan was experiencing.
When Ping Feipeng saw this, he sneered and said, "Leng Shuangrong, you are like a mud bodhisattva crossing the river. You can't protect yourself. Do you still have the mind to share the burden for others?"
Leng Shuangrong snorted and said nothing. She kept activating the Qi in her body and transferred the pressure that Xu Wenchuan was experiencing onto herself. Xu Wenchuan suddenly felt relieved and glanced at Leng Shuangrong with gratitude. Even if they are both dead, standing and kneeling are not the same. Xu Wenchuan attaches great importance to this!
"That's unreasonable! Both of you, please kneel down!"
Seeing that Xu Wenchuan stood up with the help of Leng Shuangrong, Ping Fei was furious. With a roar from his mouth, the small mountain-like Moro suddenly took a small step forward. Although it is only a small step and inconspicuous, the changes it can cause can be described as "earth-shaking".
A sheet of silver light suddenly erupted, Dao Qi spread, and the pressure on Leng Shuangrong and Xu Wenchuan suddenly doubled. The two bodies swayed and trembled almost at the same time, especially one pair of legs, which seemed to be bearing a huge force and became more and more bent.
"Old bastard, you want us to kneel down in front of you and dream!" Xu Wenchuan gritted his teeth tightly, with a trace of blood seeping out from between his teeth. His expression looked tragic!
At this time, Leng Shuangrong is no better than Xu Wenchuan! Under Ping Feipeng's absolute power, although Leng Shuangrong's cultivation level was so much higher than Xu Wenchuan's, it was still negligible.
"Dreaming!? You ants in the mortal world actually try to defeat my Taoist monks. That's just a dream! Aren't you going to kneel down? I want you to kneel here until the moment of death!"
Ping Feipeng's shrill and eerie roar echoed in his ears. There was no fear on Leng Shuangrong's good Xu Wenchuan's face. Instead, there was a reassuring smile deep in his eyes. No matter what happens to them in the end, as long as Ping Feipeng competes with them, attention will no longer be focused on Wandong, and Wandong will be safe for the time being. And this is the real purpose of the two people. As for their own safety, they have long been thrown out of the sky.
Leng Shuangrong and Xu Wenchuan's plan was successful. Ping Feipeng, with a ferocious face, poured all his anger on them. He seemed to have forgotten about Wandong.
Wan Dong temporarily gained time, but the situation of Leng Shuangrong and Xu Wenchuan became more and more dangerous every moment. In order to force them to kneel on the ground, Ping Feipeng used almost all his Tao Qi.
The area within a radius of several miles was covered by the thick Tao Qi, forming an independent world dominated by Ping Feipeng. Everything in this world, even the wind, is controlled by Ping Feipeng, constantly putting pressure on Leng Shuangrong and Xu Wenchuan.
The feeling of being abandoned and hostile by the whole world is like a tree without roots, with nowhere to stay and nowhere to join. This kind of pain is indescribable in words.
Leng Shuangrong and Xu Wenchuan had already reached their limit. The reason why they could still hold on was because of their steely will and even the burning of their lives. Blood kept flowing out from the corners of their mouths, surging like a spring, and their faces became paler every moment! No one knows when the two of them will suddenly collapse, not even themselves.
This battle turned out to be so brutal, completely beyond the imagination of Wu Qiujun, Leng Yuecui and the others. Looking at Leng Shuangrong and Xu Wenchuan who were clenching their teeth and struggling to hold on, Wang Yangde couldn't stand it anymore and just watched helplessly. With a low growl, he raised his legs and rushed forward.
Wu Qiujun hurriedly grabbed him and said in a deep voice, "Don't be impulsive! With your level of cultivation, if you rush forward, I'm afraid you will end up dying and won't be able to help at all!"
"Then... we can't just watch helplessly, they need our help!" Wang Yangde became anxious and yelled at Wu Qiujun.
Wu Qiujun nodded and said, "You are right! Therefore, Yaoting can only be left to you juniors."
"Ah! Master, you want to take action yourself? How can this be done? You are still injured!" Duan Lengyan became anxious when she heard this.
Wu Qiujun smiled at her and said, "I am injured, but I am better than you juniors, right? My actions are more effective than yours!"
"Master..." Duan Lengyan murmured, not knowing what to say.
"Old bastard! Stop being arrogant!" Wu Qiujun no longer gave Wang Yangde and the others a chance to speak. With a tiger roar, he jumped up and rushed towards Ping Feipeng.
"Ha! Here comes another reckless person!"
Ping Feipeng glanced at Wu Qiujun with a contemptuous expression, not taking him seriously at all. He waved his hand, and with a burst of silver light, he immediately hit him in the air.
When Wu Qiujun saw this, he naturally knew how powerful Ping Feipeng was. His expression immediately became serious, and he did not dare to show any signs of neglect. He hurriedly mobilized all the energy in his body, turning it into a spear-shaped energy, rotating to greet him. Toward the silver light.
Even though Wu Qiujun had been mentally prepared for a long time and had brought his cultivation to the extreme, he still couldn't match Ping Feipeng's strength. Almost as soon as the spear energy came into contact with the silver light, it collapsed and turned into a wisp of mist, disappearing between heaven and earth. Soon there was almost no trace to be found... (To be continued)