Wang Ping's repeated provocations really made Hongjun very angry.
How could he, Hongjun, be a somewhat respectable figure, the Taoist ancestor in the eyes of all living beings, but he was being barked at every time, how shameless was he?
"Death, you will die today."
Hongjun roared, really angry.
With the jade plate of creation in hand, Hongjun blasted out powerful spells one after another.
Feeling this power, Wang Ping's expression changed slightly, and the power was actually much stronger than before.
But Wang Ping was not just a fool, he held the Xingshen Biluo Sword and faced him.
Both sides came and went, killing each other like crazy.
It has to be said that the Ten Thousand Calamities Killing Sword Qi is very powerful. There is no spell that Hongjun can't attack that this sword cannot break.
Even though Wang Ping's magic power is not as good as Hongjun's, the Sword Qi of Ten Thousand Tribulations Killing can even out this gap.
"Thousands of ways come together."
Hongjun roared, and attacks from different auras came together.
Wang Ping raised his sword and struck down, but before he could hit him, Hongjun suddenly detonated his attack.
Hongjun, who was well prepared, used the jade plate of good fortune to protect him, but Wang Ping failed to guard him.
The shock wave of the explosion directly submerged Wang Ping.
"Fight me, what are you going to do with me?"
Seeing this scene, Hongjun showed a smile in his eyes.
Even if the explosion doesn't kill him, he will definitely be seriously injured.
"Ah, with this power, can it kill people or what?"
After a while, a voice sounded in the smoke, and Wang Ping rushed out.
At this time, Wang Ping's body was stained with a lot of blood, and his skin was cracked in many places.
But Wang Ping didn't take it seriously at all. These were just superficial injuries, and his injuries were not serious.
When he rushed out, Wang Ping had already thrown several pills into his mouth and was recovering quickly from his injuries.
"Kill, I know I can't kill you with a bomb, fellow heaven and earth."
Hongjun rushed towards Wang Ping, and the light on the jade dish of creation shone brightly.
As a beam of light blasted out, Wang Ping felt that the world seemed to be responding, and a lot of spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured into the attack.
"Be careful, he borrowed the power of heaven and earth."
The system reminded Wang Ping not to be careless.
Wang Ping nodded silently and directly used the white light escape technique to slip away into the distance.
Looking at Wang Ping with a sneer, Hongjun's lips showed sarcasm.
Wang Ping was stunned for a moment before he realized that the attack was actually chasing him.
"I still don't believe it, Zhan!"
Wang Ping shouted, drew his sword and struck it down.
There was a boom and explosion, and Wang Ping was thrown away by the aftermath of his own blow.
This time Hongjun's attack was much stronger than before, and I have to say that it really refreshed Wang Ping's knowledge.
It seems that Hongjun didn't play seriously at all before, or it could be said that some moves took a long time and he never had a chance to use them.
I just took the opportunity to deceive Wang Ping, and now I finally put it to use.
When Wang Ping detonated this attack, Hongjun launched a new attack again.
And the power was even greater than the one that Wang Ping had just slashed.
"Come out."
With a slight snort, Wang Ping used the Golden Body Technique of the God of War, and a huge figure holding a sword appeared between heaven and earth.
With the bright golden light, the golden body summoned by Wang Ping can be seen even from far away.
"There are actually methods that haven't been used yet."
Hongjun roared angrily, wondering where this Taoist brother Ping came from.
Why do these methods come one after another and in different ways?
Within Hongjun's body, Heavenly Dao was silent. In all the worlds he had been to, there had never been such a monster.
Even some tribesmen who are more powerful than him have never heard that they have encountered such a genius.
First it was Pangu, and now this guy appears. Tiandao wonders, is this still the remote edge of the universe?
Not to mention those guys from the previous Hongmeng Era, those people didn't have anything except that they had been practicing for a long time and were stronger.
But Pangu and fellow Taoist Brother Ping were real geniuses.
Real geniuses are not only compared in strength, but also in terms of years of training, methods mastered, combat effectiveness at the same level, etc.
And whether it was Pangu or Wang Ping in front of him, in the eyes of Tiandao, they were both super evildoers.
Pangu Monster has already mastered the power of the Way to a very profound level.
At least in all the worlds Tiandao has seen, no one can do it.
Not to mention the younger generation, the older generation can’t do it either.
As for Brother Ping, it’s all about means, and there are so many means that it’s unimaginable.
And each of these methods seems not simple.
Tiandao even felt that Wang Ping at this time had not really exerted the power of the methods he had mastered.
It's not that the mastery is not proficient enough, but that the strength is not enough.
Just like children and adults punching, they are both punching, but adults can destroy many things with one punch, but children cannot do the same.
Tiandao was silent. He thought of what Hongjun had just said. The Taoist brother Ping in front of him was probably not from the prehistoric times.
All of this seems so unreasonable.
"cut!"
Wang Ping raised his sword and struck again. This time, he did not strike alone, but together with the golden body of the God of War.
Although Hongjun's attack became stronger, the golden body of the God of War plus Wang Ping was not weak, so Wang Ping blocked it again.
It's just that the shock wave that exploded made Wang Ping a little embarrassed every time, and he would be injured to some extent.
"My physical body is still a little weak. When I reach 100%, I will probably be able to ignore this kind of impact."
Wang Ping muttered in his heart, slightly depressed.
The system laughed: "That's almost it. A pinnacle quasi-sage fought against a seventh-level saint, and the fight lasted for so long without any harm. It's enough for you to show off for a lifetime."
Stunned for a moment, Wang Ping was curious: "Seven-turn saint, what do you mean? Isn't a saint a saint?"
"Of course not. Saints are also a kind of cultivation realm. They are divided into high and low levels, from level one to level twelve. Level one is the weakest and level twelve is the strongest."
"This is the division method of the Hongmeng Era. When the powerful people of the Hongmeng Era left, the highest level was twelve turns. But what this system can tell you is that the highest level can be twenty-seven turns."
The system did not hide anything from Wang Ping and explained it to Wang Ping.
Wang Ping was stunned, a saint with twelve turns, a saint with twenty-seven turns?
It turns out that there are so many levels of saints. He thought that saints were all the same. Hongjun was strong because he was strong in Hedao.
"Hey, Hongjun can reach level seven without becoming a saint. So, my fellow Taoist Brother Ping is a genius!"
After figuring out the situation, Wang Ping grinned and said with a strange smile.
The speechless system really doesn't know what to say. What does this have to do with genius? It doesn't all depend on this system.
But having said that, it is also a skill to be able to select this system among the huge crowd.
As for how this guy was selected at that time, the system was a little confused, and it couldn't remember the reason for a while.
It seemed like it was out of nowhere, and it was decided all of a sudden, which was a little strange.
Logically speaking, as a system with a major mission, it should not be like this!
