"As it really came out?"

Jiang Ping opened his hand and looked at his intact clothes, confirming again that it was just an illusory spiritual world just now.

If you want to compare, it should be considered a weakened version of the martial arts world of mythical warriors.

Although it is weakened, it is just as powerful.

If you fail to give birth to the true martial arts spirit and are almost pulled in, you will sink forever.

But if a person feels dead mentally, he will not be far from death physically.

This is called the real version of killing people.

Fortunately, he is now a top master under myth. Even in that spiritual world, as long as he sees through the truth of the world, he can naturally break the barriers between illusion and reality.

Jiang Ping looked at him and happened to meet Fu Tianchou's bloody eyes.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Ha, what a coincidence!"

Fu Tianchou sneered: "Just right!"

Before he finished speaking, the sword energy arrived first.

Jiang Ping's face turned correct: "No martial ethics!"

Then I immediately rushed forward.

No matter how you say it, you have to beat him. Jiang is not a man who just runs away casually now.

It used to be called the situation.

Nowadays, men are young until they die, and they are very worried about face.

He had already seen Dong's shadow from afar.

Boom boom boom!!!

The air kept exploding.

A blue light ball turned into a ray of blue light and shadow, besieging a blood-colored little sun.

I saw the green light getting faster and faster, while the blood color continued to expand.

When the green light wanted to retreat, the blood had already been entangled.

"Do you think I'm really afraid of you?"

There was a roar, and there was a roar.

But after a few breaths, the two of them fought for hundreds of rounds, and all kinds of moves were dazzling and dazzling.

"Damn it! Don't slap in the face if you have the ability!"

"Mad, still fight?"

"Kill you!"

"Shit!!!"

"Suspend, pause!"

Bang!

A blue light ball was slapped away vigorously, and the blood color did not chase after him, but stayed there, as if a little afraid.

When the blood disappeared, Fu Tianchou's bruised face was revealed. He wanted to show his majesty, but with a pair of panda eyes and the bruises on his face, it became a bit funny.

However, when the true energy circulated on his face, the redness on his face dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I am worthy of being Director Jiang, a good method, and I have received teaching."

"But how many more moves can you hold on?"

Fu Tianchou rubbed his face, as if nothing had happened.

This bastard shouted the most fiercely, beat the most fiercely, and called him in his face.

Even though I knew that this would not cause any harm to him, at most I would damage his image, I still enjoy it and even got him several moves in vain.

"There are also good sword techniques for each other, and Sect Master Fu is also good at sword techniques."

Jiang Ping also showed his true face. He was still a handsome young man, dressed as white as snow, and kept a faint smile.

Apart from his messy hair, it was like he was not a life-and-death struggle just now, but a warm-up run.

"Are you okay?"

The east was already approaching and looked at Jiang Ping with some concern.

She could see that Jiang Ping was in a bad condition at this time.

"I can...puff, what's the matter?"

Jiang Ping wiped the blood from his mouth and said indifferently:

"Don't listen to him nonsense, it's just that the weather is a little hot, I've gotten a little hot lately, it's okay."

Then two strings of warm liquid flowed out of the nose, sweet and slight rust.

"Ahem, I'm also getting angry. I'm in good health."

Jiang Ping slapped his chest, and then his white clothes quickly dyed red, as if countless holes were cut open in his body, bloody, and suddenly all burst out suddenly.

"Hiss, it's really hurting now."

Jiang Ping quickly touched his face and said with gratitude:

"Fortunately, there is no injury on your face, otherwise you will not be able to make a living in the future."

"Stop talking."

Dong's eyes were full of heartache. She could feel how painful the guy who was holding on to her was in front of her.

She confirmed once again that she cared about the man in front of her.

"Well, I don't know what's going on with his martial arts. When he hits a person, he will explode inside his body. I didn't notice it for a while and was hit.

But I'm not bad."

Jiang Ping waved his hand and kept his demeanor.

After a fight just now, he had already confirmed that he was not the opponent of this guy.

After all, he is just a 71-level belt, and there is still a long way to go before breaking through the 80-level martial arts myth.

Usually, he only relies on his own powerful skills and the special effects of the Heavenly Lord's martial arts to make him almost invincible among the ordinary masters, and one person can withstand the output of dozens of masters.

But he is really not good at output.

After Fu Tianchou fused the illusory magic sword, he looked at least at level 79 and 9, which was really a little far from the mythical warrior.

After all, even the weakened version of the martial arts soul has been created, and it is not impossible to regard him as a pseudo-myth.

Anyway, his quality has been improved.

The true qi in his body has turned into a more advanced energy that can be integrated with spiritual power, with its own characteristics, forming a crushing state of the true qi of ordinary masters.

Jiang Ping felt that during the battle, all his attacks could not attack Fu Tianchou at all, as if all his power had been absorbed by the heaven and earth around Fu Tianchou.

At that moment, Fu Tianchou seemed to merge with heaven and earth, and the unity of man and nature.

He tried his best to leave some marks on Fu Tianchou's face.

That's what caused him serious injury.

Fortunately, he is thick-skinned and has a golden body to protect him, otherwise he would have broken into 1,800 yuan by now.

But if you take off his clothes at this time, you will find that except for one face, the rest of his body is like broken porcelain, full of cracks.

Even no matter how hard he tries to drive the true qi, it just heals, cracks, and bleeding...

But Jiang Ping naturally won't say all this.

He doesn't want to be faced.

"You can hold on."

Fu Tianchou sneered.

"It's okay, I won't be afraid for another 800 rounds."

Jiang Ping said hard.

"But now my wife is here, so I won't be petty with you.

I remember when I have time to go to Beijing to surrender, I will give you a 20% discount on the cell, report my name, and receive a free prison package. I can get a big chicken thigh for every meal.

That's it, bye."

The words were still there, but Jiang Ping had already pulled Dong's arm and slipped away quickly.

Fu Tianchou saw that Jiang Ping and Dong's afterimage slowly dissipated in front of him, but he did not hurry or slow down. He just smiled coldly, and then his figure suddenly disappeared.

After three breaths.
To be continued...