"What about arrogance, don't you dare to bite me?!"
Hearing these words, Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at Fan Ming faintly, without any fear in his eyes.
"Fuck, this kid is so arrogant."
"Obviously, they are all poisoned, and they don't have half strength, and they are reduced to prisoners. If you beg for mercy, you may still be able to leave a dog's life. If you dare to provoke, do you think that your life is too long?!"
"This kid is probably completely mad, knowing that he is dead, so let's vent before dying."
"Vent it? It angered Brother Fan Ming. Even if you want to die, it may not be that simple."
Many Guiyuan disciples looked at Xia Ping with extremely pity in their eyes. They knew how cruel Fan Ming was. After offending Fan Ming, death might be a better thing.
"Brother Wu."
Chang Xuan and the others are extremely anxious. They can clearly perceive Fan Ming's killing intent, but now they are unable to protect themselves, even if they want to help out, there is nothing they can do.
"good very good."
Fan Ming smirked: "Lao Tzu likes hard bones like you the most. This makes it particularly vigorous to torture. To tell you the truth, it will be difficult for you to die even if you want to wait."
As soon as the voice fell, he immediately made a move, and a large mana hand immediately grabbed it, like a giant's palm, and wanted to pinch Xia Ping's entire body, severely crippled.
This shot was an all-out effort, even in the face of poisoned people. It is conceivable that Fan Ming's current anger has even the heart of killing Xia Ping dozens of times.
"kill!"
A hint of cold light appeared in Xia Ping's eyes, he immediately urged the endless blade of his body, and a sharp long sword instantly appeared on his right hand.
"Shoot him, Endless Blade!"
As soon as the voice fell, this long sword extended in an instant, and it was extremely fast, like a poisonous snake, shooting towards Fan Ming's body, emitting a cold light in the air.
What? !
Fan Ming was taken aback. He didn't expect this kid to be able to fight back at this time. Logically speaking, this kid without magic power should be more vulnerable than a baby.
But now the terrifying sword aura contained in this long sword gave him a scent of light on his back, as if he was stared at by a peerless swordsman, inspiring the sword intent to tear the sky.
Boom!
In the middle of the air, the mana hand slammed up, but the long sword instantly pierced the mana hand, and the tyrannical sword energy instantly tore these mana into countless pieces.
Even this long sword was unstoppable. It didn't weaken the speed of his advancement at all. It still shot towards Fan Ming's body, surpassing twenty or thirty times the speed of sound.
This speed is so fast that the martial artists around can not see clearly, they just noticed that there was a dazzling cold light in the midair, and the murderous aura emitted, icy cold.
"not good!"
Fan Ming's hairs were erected, and he felt the cells all over his body boil, and a dangerous aura spread throughout his body, as if death descended on him.
He clearly felt that this long sword was completely different from other swords, and it contained a trace of saint's breath, as if there was a rhyme in it, which was unfathomable.
Just a scent of this kind of breath is enough to tear everything apart, and ordinary magic weapons can't resist such a sharp edge.
"Meteor Fist!"
Fan Ming let out a loud shout, his whole body's mana was running, and he immediately used one of his martial arts supernatural powers, blasted out with a punch, and countless gray air currents quickly gathered together and turned into a huge gray meteorite.
And this gray meteorite looks simple, surrounded by air currents, and constantly rotating, like a star, driven by Fan Ming, it smashed towards Xia Ping.
This is a martial arts supernatural power he cultivated. It is powerful and blasted out with one punch, like a meteor hitting the ground. It has the power to destroy the city. Ordinary martial artists are not the enemy of his one punch.
Under such martial arts supernatural powers, even a single blow is enough to blast the earth out of a huge pit.
Not to mention, now that Fan Ming felt the fatal danger, he immediately used his full strength.
Boom!
In an instant, the meteorite and the long sword collided with each other in mid-air, immediately erupting a huge collision sound, vigorously vibrating, as if it oscillated thousands of times in a second, producing extremely strong destructive power.
This kind of energy suddenly shook the ground out of a super pothole, the mud splashed, the ground cracked, and stretched for two or three kilometers around, and every piece of rock was shaken into fragments.
The surrounding warriors were all shaken out, coughing up blood in the air, and their internal organs were severely injured.
Even some of the poisoned warriors had no power to resist, and they were shocked into a mass of shredded meat on the spot, with no corpses dead.
"impossible!"
Fan Ming originally thought that with his magical punch, even if he couldn't shatter the long sword, he could still fly the long sword, but the moment his fist touched the long sword, he realized that he was wrong, a big mistake. Wrong.
Because the sharp power of this long sword was completely beyond his imagination, it had already possessed indestructible power, and even a few meteorites could not resist the sharp edge of this long sword.
Click! Click!
In just an instant, the long sword pierced the meteorite, shattered from the middle, and the surrounding mana was pierced, as if it were all turned into nothingness at this moment.
In the next second, this long sword pierced Fan Ming's chest, blood splattered, even though he was wearing a high-grade treasure armor, but in front of the endless sword, it was more fragile than tofu.
"what!"
Fan Ming let out a scream, felt a burst of severe pain from the depths of his chest, and then quickly spread to every nerve in his body.
He was crazy and fell into the abyss of despair, because this sword was not only as simple as piercing his chest, but even his heart was burst on the spot.
The blood on his body spewed out like money, like a fountain, poured all over the floor.
"I, I actually died?!"
Fan Ming's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what happened in front of him. He was clearly a cultivator of the supernatural power realm, mastered a martial art supernatural power, and was powerful in combat.
And the other party is just a wishful thinking cultivator, and he is poisoned.
But now it was just a trick, which pierced his heart and killed his life.
How dare he believe such a ridiculous thing.
But even if he didn't believe it, Fan Ming felt that his strength quickly disappeared into his body, as if he felt his eyes were dark, and slowly fell into the deepest part of the abyss of hell.
Whoosh!
When Xia Ping's thoughts moved, the elongated sword immediately shrank back and left Fan Ming's body. He snorted a few times. The wound on Fan Ming's body expanded and blood sprayed out.
With a puff, Fan Ming's body fell straight to the ground like this, splashing dust from the ground, his eyes were wide open at the moment, obviously he couldn't squint.