In the face of Zhong Qingyu's all -out attack, An Pingsheng did not avoid it. He was enthusiastic and violent in his eyes. It was too strong. Now he is too strong.
As soon as the tiger's claws are raised, the gas of Geng Jin is condensed in the tiger's palm.
"Cracking the sky."
A strong breath erupted from the palm of the tiger.
There is no gorgeous move, a simple golden light, but it has revealed the meaning of sharpness. Before it was launched, the sharp -hearted person hurts the face.
"bite!"
The whistling blood cloud collided with Jin Mang. An Ping's power was strong. In the next moment, the terrible air wave exploded in the blood cloud of the blood cloud!
Hundreds of meters around, and the crushed grass crumbs were flying in the sky. Under the terrible impact, the surrounding boulder cracks instantly, and the giant trees are directly blown by the invisible air.
The worst is the man in black. He is too close to the place where Zhong Qingyu's battle is from An Pingsheng. It was originally helping his brother to help out, but this non -human -level battle can be called destroyed and destroyed.
The body can bear it.
I wanted to escape, but the man in black was still one step later. It was too late to escape. The horn of the battle had sounded, and it instantly entered the heat.
With a scream, the man in black flew out very embarrassedly, and a dense wound appeared on the whole body. The blood flow was not only. The demon body had a strong healing power, but the trace of the power of the golden gold on the wound was raging, the wound was fundamentally fundamental.
Unable to heal.
Like a black meteor, the man in black flew out, and eventually bombarded and was inlaid directly in the soft soil.
When Zhong Qingyu saw it, he couldn't help scolding: "It's really a waste!"
But the battle has just begun!
An Ping's grin showed a tiger's mouth, and his eyes were replaced by even more crazy enthusiasts. The breath of the whole tiger became more violent.
Now he can be said to be reborn.
The caution in Zhong Qingyu's eyes is heavier. This tiger is more powerful than he imagined.
"Roar!"
A raging roar roared from An Ping's throat. An Pingsheng jumped up, his huge body, at the moment he got up, he splashed countless soil to Zhong Qingyu in the air.
The sharp tiger's claws, as if there is nothing in the world, can stop, a terrible force, crazy against Zhong Qingyu!
Suddenly, Zhong Qingyu only felt a flash of eyes, and An Pingsheng in front of him disappeared directly in Zhong Qingyu's sight.
With a crazy beating, with the help of the strong sixth sense, Zhong Qingyu looked up, a tiger like a hill appearing on his head.
Just like Taishan's top, An Pingsheng's blow, with a devastating momentum, as if to destroy the whole world.
Zhong Qingyu only felt that it was overwhelmed, and a great sense of crisis poured into his mind.
An Pingsheng's speed is too fast! The fast Zhong Qingyu is too late to respond!
"Boom!"
The shocking loud noise, the soil of the sky splashed, as if the TNT explosives exploded hundreds of pounds of TNT explosives. Zhong Qingyu groaned painfully, as if he was nail, and was pressed directly in the soil.
The terrible power, this is the first idea of Zhong Qingyu's mind.
This tiger is not only amazing, but also the body is invincible. While defending the strange flame, it is also necessary to prevent An Pingsheng like a ghost.
It's too difficult.
Just when Zhong Qingyu controlled the blood cloud and prepared to protect himself.
But the next moment, a shockingly similar scene appeared. An Pingsheng fell directly from the sky, and his tiger claws fell hard to the ground. With a bang, the whole ground shook violently and dust flew up.
Fast, too fast. The fast Zhong Qingyu had no time to react. Alarm bells rang in his heart, and he controlled the overwhelming blood cloud to sweep in and wrap himself up. An Pingsheng was like a blacksmith, waving his tiger claws and fiercely
chopped down.
"Ding ding ding!"
With just three palms, most of Zhong Qingyu's body, wrapped in blood clouds, was pressed hard into the soil. A tiger claw was like a heavy hammer weighing hundreds of thousands of kilograms, ruthlessly knocking Zhong Qingyu to death.
Smash into the ground!
Zhong Qingyu was not seriously injured. The almost substantial blood cloud tightly wrapped Zhong Qingyu like a suit of armor. This was also the reason why Zhong Qingyu was not injured.
Although it is not very harmful, it is very insulting.
An inner disciple of his own sect in the Immortal Realm was actually so insulted by a monster.
What a shame is this?
Moreover, it is still a demonic beast that is much lower than him. If word spreads, how will he raise his head?
This kind of shame made Zhong Qingyu feel angry.
Blood surged all over his body, and he was going to fight for his life!
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