Chen Ping swiftly killed the archer Murong Gui.
It’s not that he’s without injury.
The internal injuries, the opponent couldn’t see them.
After his sword shattered, he felt a burning fla inside, making him dizzy with blood boiling.
White smoke started rising from his head.
This fla not only ignited his blood but also his murderous intent.
A mouthful of fresh blood reached his throat, which he swallowed down.
He knew, once this blood was spat out, his montum would vanish instantly.
And now, with murderous intent high and strength exploding, it was the perfect ti to kill pigs.
He stabbed Murong Gui to death with a bow.
His figure rebounded, facing the incoming Tuoba Nu.
Facing that large shield sweeping out a whirlwind, he didn’t dodge but charged directly.
Earlier, he dared not engage, fearing being entangled by this brute and suffering multiple attacks from arrows beside him.
Now, after slaying a nimble swordsman and swiftly killing a distant sniper archer, only a power-type brawny man remained.
It beca simple.
"Whether you’re practicing Divine Elephant Demon Suppression Skill or pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, if I don’t beat the crap out of you, then I lose,"
Chen Ping shouted fiercely.
His fists were like hamrs, each step a hamr, pounding fiercely.
At this mont, he didn’t care how the opponent swung the wolf fang club.
Nor did he care how the large shield exerted heavy pressure.
As if returning to the deep mountains, back to the days when the old man supervised his bitter practice of fundantal skills day and night.
He just treated the giant before him as if it were that tree wrapped in thousands of layers of thick paper, one step, one punch, ten steps, ten punches.
He gathered all his strength into Blood Essence Power...
Black patterns swirled around his body, and the essence qi from his head rushed to the sky, forming a long wolf smoke.
Boom...
Boom boom...
Boom boom boom...
In the first three punches, Tuoba Nu could still roar and swing his shield and club maniacally.
With the fourth punch, he couldn’t control his massive form anymore, slowly retreating, his strikes becoming sluggish and severely reducing his ferocity.
By the seventh punch, the thick iron shield in Tuoba Nu’s hand had already cracked and exploded, and the wolf fangs on his club were flattened, now just a smooth, blunt stick.
His eyes now showed fear.
There seed to be a trace of confusion too.
His Divine Elephant Demon Suppression Skill trained his body to be as strong as an elephant, with power like a dragon and tiger... Yet in terms of strength contest and body hardness, he fell behind.
This is impossible.
However, reality told him it’s true.
The opponent, with black surging blood qi rushing, with growing qi force and fierce essence qi... Even if he were a mountain or a rock, he seed to be flattened.
By the twelfth punch, Tuoba Nu’s arm bones shattered, turning to fragnts.
His body curved, with his chest punched and hollowed, the entire body was limp, eyes dull and numb.
He was already close to unconsciousness.
Chen Ping felt nothing, took a long breath, then stepped forward again.
The thirteenth punch struck.
Thud...
This punch seed to reach a critical point.
It struck into the fat giant’s left chest, straight through, exploding the heart, piercing the body.
A massive impact burst forth suddenly.
Blood rain shot forward like a waterfall.
Tuoba Nu’s body stiffened, his limbs powerless drooping; he fell backward heavily, eyes vacant towards the sky, breathless.
Chen Ping slowly withdrew his fists, letting out a long sigh.
He glanced around.
A scene of silence.
With Clear Wind Shadowless Sword, he launched a surprise attack to kill Liu Wuxin and faced the Sunset Divine Arrow head-on, swiftly killing Murong Gui.
Thus, with murderous intent soaring to the extre, he confronted the practitioner of Divine Elephant Demon Suppression Skill, Tuoba Nu...
Consecutive thirteen punches, breaking the shield, smashing the club, piercing the chest, ruthlessly slaughtering the Hu noble expert.
His gaze fierce, murderous aura rampant; for a mont, no one dared et his eyes.
Chen Ping killed three people, then looked at Little Table, noticing a trace of vigor in his eyes.
"Seventh Brother."
Upon seeing Chen Ping, tears flowed from Little Table’s eyes.
"I ca too late."
Chen Ping sighed deeply, sowhat hesitant to et Little Table’s gaze filled with hope and trust.
This damn world.
It’s tough for ordinary people to survive.
Especially when involved in the conflict between Great Li and Beihu.
It’s likely to end with no remains.
By now, Chen Ping had realized.
Hua Lian’er had remained in hiding, never revealing her true self or speaking of her origins.
It’s not simply caution.
It’s her understanding.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, exposing her identity even slightly would bring about catastrophic consequences.
Unshakeable by human will.
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Even the Little Table and Little Stool connected to her were reduced to such miserable states.
If she herself were captured, it would surely be an outco no one wants to see.
Thinking of Hua Lian’er.
Chen Ping was anxious.
Where did she go, is she safe?
However, now is not the ti to inquire about these matters.
These Hu People are simply arrogant, thinking they can devour him, so they haven’t given their all, deploying all their elites.
But as soon as news of incidents here spreads.
Surely, they’ll mobilize completely.
As for whether there will be experts he can’t handle appearing.
Chen Ping holds no optimistic attitude.
He already understood clearly earlier outside the crowd.
These people are a delegation from Beizhou Hu People.
Being able to venture deep into Nanli territory without any scruples, negotiating with local...officials, generals, either through threats or inducents...
If the person in charge is a fool, success is not possible.
Generally, just to ensure one’s safety, ordinary experts are not enough.
Therefore, it can be concluded.
There must be extrely formidable masters in this Hu People team.
Their absence does not an they aren’t in Xingqing Prefecture City.
Thinking this, Chen Ping wastes no ti, picks up the bow and arrows of the Hu Divine Archer Murong Gui and slings them over his back.
Then he takes out the Cyan Snake Short Sword from his sleeve, cuts off a few heads, hangs them on the branches of the jujube tree, takes down the dry corpse of Little Stool, and pulls over Tuoba Nu’s wide robe to wrap it.
He frees a hand, carrying Little Table, and swiftly dives into the crowd.
Through the alleyways, twisting and turning, disappearing from sight...
...
By now, the crowd outside the courtyard dares to let out a resounding clamor.
"Unexpectedly, the Wind and Cloud List isn’t accurate...where is the Heroic Gallantry in this, calling him a blood-handed butcher fits better.
Such murderous aura, such ferocity, for a mont earlier, I could barely breathe."
"Bah... You’re just a Hu People’s lackey, Young Hero Tian’s righteous act of slaughtering pigs and hunting dogs gets called blood-handed butcher by you, have you no humanity?"
Soone nearby loudly rebukes.
"Exactly, exactly."
"Speaking of which, Young Hero Tian Qi indeed has talent, his physique is extrely strong, with massive power...
Even more impressive is his swordsmanship and close combat skills, they are sharp and exquisite, seeming to have no weaknesses.
It’s said he’s only sixteen years old, how did he train?"
"With soone like him erging in the Great Li World, there’s so hope."
"We just hope he escapes faster, that nothing unexpected occurs."
From near and far, many people are either silently praying or loudly beseeching heaven.
This mont, unspeakable glee and pride.
"If only my Central Plains had more such staunch figures, the Hu People wouldn’t dare to be so arrogant and domineering." Soone sighs, turns to look at the dilapidated courtyard, urgently saying: "With such a big incident, why are we still dawdling?"
Boom...
Upon being reminded.
The onlookers rapidly disperse.
No longer daring to stand by and watch.
The Hu People died miserably, thinking what furious rage those coming later would have.
If they vent their anger on others, no one could withstand it.
Just as the crowd scatters.
Fast horses arrive.
Soone lightly lands in the courtyard, their gaze cold, gesturing to the Cyan Eagle on their shoulder, "Go, find that person for , daring to resist, I’ll make him unable to live or die."
As they speak, they turn once more to look at the headless bodies, growing more displeased, a phrase squeezed from their teeth: "Useless."
"Young Master, with the Divine Eagle tracking, no matter how he hides, he can’t escape the eyes flying in the sky, him showing existence now is no longer a threat, easily killed.
But letting him go first to find Princess Mingyue is the priority."
Beside them, an elder appears like a shadow in the darkness, softly laughs.
"Correct, as long as Princess Mingyue is found, Ji Changlie can be as formidable as he likes, but still has to think twice before acting...
When Master Qiuye of Celestial Gate Qingwei Sword Sect learns that her beloved daughter was lost by her own man and died miserably...
Do you think she’d still devote herself to guarding the frontier for Ji Changlie, putting in effort and manpower?
Or rush back to Xingqing Prefecture to slaughter the Crown Prince born to the Princess Consort on the spot?"
"Then, as they turn against each other, fight endlessly, Uncle can lead the Rushing Wolf Cavalry to storm, breaking through Celestial Gate Pass, directly shattering Xingqing Prefecture..."
As the two speak, over ten people rush into the courtyard...
So wield knives and axes, others brandish clubs and hamrs, all ferocious.
They are experts from Central Plains, fiercely loyal, gathered by Yuwen Ying from both the south and north.
"Pursue, don’t push too hard, once the mouse hides in a hole, it becos hard to find, let him retain a bit of hope, quickly reunite with Princess Mingyue."
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