The two sides collided together, and the aftermath of the explosion pushed them backwards.
However, the two quickly stopped and used their moves again to rush towards each other.
Indra wins because of his strength, while Wang Ping mainly relies on his exquisite moves.
Every move and style seemed to contain great power.
Although Wang Ping's true strength is much more than what he shows, what he is currently displaying is only the strength of the early Quasi-Saint.
The methods revealed are also those that have never been used in front of others.
The two sides went back and forth, fighting dozens of moves in just a few moments.
"War Dragon Strike."
Wang Ping shouted, and two dragon shadows rushed into the air, connecting end to end into a ring and crashing down.
Indra did not give in, raised his sword and fought furiously.
It's just that Indra underestimated Wang Ping's move, and his attack was deadlocked and then shattered in an instant.
The falling ring exploded, drowning Indra.
Although it seemed that Indra was at a huge disadvantage, Wang Ping knew that Indra was not defeated so easily.
"Meteor falls."
With a low roar, Wang Ping turned to the moves in the newly obtained Swift Wind Meteor Gun.
A shot was fired, and bits of cold light flashed out, like meteors, hitting Indra who was submerged by the explosion.
Amidst the roaring sound, the explosion sounded again, and the power of those gun lights was stronger than imagined.
"Damn, I looked down on you."
A roar sounded, and a powerful aura rushed in, pushing away the light.
Indra appeared, looking a little embarrassed. A blood hole was obvious on his shoulder.
This was the injury caused by Wang Ping's Meteor Fall just now. What was more powerful than the explosion was its penetrating nature.
"The more powerful ones are yet to come. I really think that my reputation as a heavenly master is in vain."
Wang Ping hummed and looked at Indra proudly.
Indra asked uncertainly: "Are you really the divine master of heaven?"
"Even now, there are still fake ones. Any blind person who dares to pretend to be this divine master will be so bold as to be brave."
Wang Ping curled his lips and was speechless for a while.
Just because the strength he showed was low, he doubted his identity.
However, it was precisely because of his low strength that people kept coming to trouble him, causing him to complete wave after wave of missions.
If they had the same strength, there would undoubtedly be far fewer people looking for trouble. In this case, his brother Ping would have to take the initiative to cause trouble, and Wang Ping didn't want to go to that trouble.
Seeing Wang Ping confirm again, Indra remained silent, thinking whether to fight or not.
Although Nether Blood Sea is not afraid of trouble, there is no need to be polite and provoke others.
Indra gave up on his side, but Wang Ping didn't intend to just give up.
He hasn't finished the mission yet, how can he stop this guy unless he admits defeat.
"Why, do you think you can't beat me? If you admit that you are not as good as me, I can forget about it."
Looking at Indra, Wang Ping said proudly.
His eyes narrowed, and the expression on Indra's face became a little ugly.
He is a strong man in the late stage of Quasi-Saint, so let him admit that he is not as good as an early Quasi-Saint?
If this spreads out, how will he, Indra, be seen by others? Not only will he be embarrassed, but the entire Netherworld and Blood Sea will also be embarrassed with him.
Although he also admitted that this divine master was indeed powerful, he, Indra, still had no means of suppressing the situation.
"It's ridiculous. You really think you can defeat me. If you want me to convince you, just use your true skills to defeat me."
Indra said with a snort.
Wang Ping said happily, if you want to fight, then go for it, whoever is afraid of whom.
Without any nonsense, Wang Ping rushed over and launched an attack.
As strong as a shooting star, as swift as the wind, only a shadow can be seen, no entity can be seen.
The confused Indra didn't expect that Wang Ping's marksmanship was completely different from before, and he was caught off guard.
After a series of random pokes, Indra yelled in fright and anger, but when he was still unable to reverse the decline, Wang Ping brazenly used the special move in the Swift Wind Meteor Gun.
"Strike Meteor Stab!"
Wang Ping shouted, as strong as the wind and like a meteor, and the speed was unimaginable.
Before Wang Ping could finish his words, the gun had already poked Indra's body.
Indra, who was unable to dodge, took Wang Ping's shot forcefully and opened a big hole in his chest.
The defense of the Asura clan is not very strong, but their strength lies in their tenacious vitality.
The big hole opened by Wang Ping's shot was recovering quickly.
"Ah, I'm angry, go to hell, Demon-Slaying Sword!"
Indra shouted, a strange dark red light glowed on the knife, and he slashed towards Wang Ping.
Wang Ping stepped back and threw the light balls in his hand without catching it.
In the roaring sound of explosions, Indra was completely submerged, and the sky and the earth were filled with light.
Even the noise caused by Monk Tianzang in the distance was not as big as Wang Ping's.
When everything disappeared, Indra's figure appeared. At this time, Indra was more embarrassed, his body was covered with blood stains, and he was miserable.
Compared with Gouchen and other great emperors in heaven, Indra was still a little behind.
If Gou Chen and the others were bombarded continuously by Wang Ping's light explosion technique, they would not be injured.
"Who dares to indulge me in the sea of blood?"
There is such a big commotion here, there is no reason why the other Asura clan in the sea of blood should not know about it.
Following the cold snort, a bunch of sounds appeared in his eyes.
Wang Ping looked over and saw that the leader was Tianbo Xun from the Great Demon King.
In addition to Tianba Xun, the other three demon generals also appeared.
"I am the Heavenly Master. I see that you are unhappy and want to fight with you."
Wang Ping grinned and looked extremely arrogant.
Everyone in the Nether Sea of Blood was stunned, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Someone actually came to their Netherworld Blood Sea and said they wanted to challenge them. Crazy, so crazy.
But soon, everyone thought of Wang Ping's self-proclaimed title, Heavenly Master?
"Are you a heavenly master?"
Staring at Wang Ping, Tianbo Xun asked.
Wang Ping nodded: "I don't want to change my name, I don't want to change my surname. The Heavenly Master is here, and I will be the little spear god in the waves."
"Are you representing yourself or representing heaven?"
After a moment of silence, Tianbo Xun asked.
Wang Ping said: "On behalf of myself, I rely on Lang to do everything in my life. I can carry a spear eight feet long and know the heroes of the world."
Looking at the crazy Wang Ping, Tian Boxun's eyes flickered.
"Stop talking nonsense, then Indra has been defeated by me. You three, come one by one, beat you one by one, take a breather in the middle and I will lose."
Wang Ping looked crazy and pointed at the other three demon generals.
Seeing Wang Ping being so arrogant, the three of them were furious, and none of them looked very good.
The four great demon generals of the Asura clan are Indra, Vishnu, Rutra and the Ghost Mother.
Wang Ping knew all these four people, or to be precise, all the slightly famous Asura clan members knew them.
After all, Wang Ping had stayed in the Netherworld Blood Sea for quite some time before.
Rutoro said coldly: "Are you too self-righteous?"
"Yes, no, I'm just telling the truth. I won't have to breathe when I hit you three."
Wang Ping was pretending, his expression was mean and irritating.
