Seventeen steps.
This is the distance in Lu Ping's eyes.
From him to the hoisted Mawson there were still seventeen steps.
This is the only thing he cares about. The purpose of coming here is just to save people.
The two guys standing high on the boulder seemed to be shouting something, but Lu Ping didn't listen to a word.
His hearing is very keen, so keen that he can hear the sound of the flow of soul power, so Lu Ping will not waste his energy on the shouting sounds of those two guys.
Seventeen steps, sixteen steps, fifteen steps!
After blasting away two soldiers, Lu Ping took the opportunity to take two steps forward, but there were many opponents. Some of them were waiting seriously before, and some of them emerged from nowhere just now, like a tide, surging up towards Lu Ping.
But Lu Ping paid no attention to it. In his eyes, he only saw the remaining fifteen steps. No matter if one person, ten people, or a hundred people rush forward, he still has to walk these fifteen steps.
Lu Ping took another step forward, and two gleaming steel knives hooded his head with the sound of powerful force.
The blade is very sharp, but the sound of the power of the soul is really not that good. The soldiers of the garrison only have some superficial cultivation methods, and most of them only stay in the realm of perception.
The second level of the Soul of Power? Third heaven? Or the fourth heaven?
Lu Ping found that he couldn't tell for a while. After his "listening soul" power was revealed, almost all the people he dealt with and fought against were cultivators of the penetrating realm. In the sense realm, he had not accumulated much experience at this level. .
But it doesn't matter. For an opponent of this level, using "Ting Po" seems a bit wasteful.
Lower your body and lunge!
Take the fifteenth step, which is worth one and a half steps. The two soldiers who were wielding swords felt their eyes dazzled as two shining steel swords had already slashed behind Lu Ping. Lu Ping relied on his speed to pass right through the head-on attack that the two of them thought was a foolproof attack.
Thirteen and a half steps to go.
Lu Ping looked forward, not wanting to pay attention to what was behind him, but there happened to be a sound that he couldn't ignore coming from behind him.
This is a voice he is familiar with, a voice that can only be possessed by the power of soul that has achieved penetration. And this is the killer that the other party actually uses to deal with them. Soldiers of the garrison? Those are just cover. The huge gap between the perception realm and the penetration realm cannot be easily bridged by the number of people.
Come on!
In Lu Ping's consciousness. All attacks are sound. The sound of this blow was clear but weak. It was obvious that he was a master of assassination and was waiting for such an opportunity for a sneak attack.
But Lu Ping still didn't turn around.
Although the other party hid it well. Although the movement was light, it was not fast enough. Without enough speed, there is not enough threat. Lu Ping's listening was more accurate than his seeing, so he was sure without looking back.
So he continued to move forward, and there were soldiers blocking him, but Lu Ping didn't even stretch out his hands and used his body to knock away the soldiers who were blocking him.
It's not that he disdains using his hands, but that he has to use his hands where they are needed. Further ahead. There was another soldier with a voice unique to the Penetrating Realm. Lu Ping's hand was specially left for him.
Punch out!
Ming Zhi Po was like a voice, coming out from Lu Ping's fist, one step away, and spread throughout the soldier's body.
The soldier's eyes widened.
He was no ordinary soldier, to be more precise, he was no soldier at all.
He is a secret agent of the City Lord's Mansion, a true cultivator with single-minded penetration. He pretended to be a common soldier. He just wanted to use the weak strength of ordinary soldiers to hide the threat he could bring. This is the deployment of Wei Meng and Wei Hu. There are many spies like him who pretend to be ordinary soldiers.
But right now, he doubted whether such a pretense was meaningful. He pretended to be a soldier very responsibly. He wanted to wait for the right opportunity to take action, but in the end, he really felt like a weakling and was sent away with one punch from Lu Ping. From beginning to end, Lu Ping didn't even look at him.
Of course he didn't know that Lu Ping didn't use watching to deal with threats. But use listening.
Of course he didn't know that Lu Ping had long noticed that he was not a weakling, so he specially prepared such a punch for him.
He didn't know, so he fell depressed. He felt that his sacrifice was of no value at all.
However, Lu Ping had already taken another three and a half steps forward, and was still ten steps away from his goal. More people were coming to him, in front of him, behind him, to his left, and to his right.
Some of them are ordinary soldiers who don't need to be taken seriously, but there are also many penetration killers who can bring him a lot of threats. But the biggest threat at this time comes from above.
The two guys who were yelling about something on the top of the boulder finally took action. The flying attack made Lu Ping quickly feel that they were extraordinary. The sound was at least two-spirit penetration or above.
Lu Ping and the others were really fast in their movements. They didn't even meet each other before they started taking action. Wei Meng and Wei Hu had to swallow some of the words they had prepared for a long time. Just like that, by the time they took action, Lu Ping had already completed seven of his seventeen moves.
"It's not that easy!"
"Extremely arrogant!"
The two men who saw Lu Ping's purpose shouted angrily and flew down from the stone. One punches, the other kicks; one blocks Lu Ping's way forward, and the other cuts off Lu Ping's retreat, putting Lu Ping in a dilemma.
But in Lu Ping's eyes, is he in a dilemma? That's not difficult. In this dilemma, wouldn't it be better to follow your own goals and move forward?
rush!
Lu Ping continued to rush forward, but what stopped him was a punch. Wei Meng? Wei Hu? Lu Ping didn't care. He didn't look at his opponent's face at all. He was only listening carefully to the powerful sound of his opponent's punch.
The sound was like a stream of water, which corresponded to the force and figure of the opponent's attack.
It's hard to hide, there's no way to hide, you can only hit!
Lu Ping raised his hand, made a fist, and was about to swing it away when another sharp sound passed through his ears.
The sound of wind.
The sound that is directly heard is the sound of wind.
The sound Tingpo perceives is also the sound of wind.
The thunderous roar seemed to have lost its momentum in the fierce wind, and the attack suddenly became weak.
Lu Ping loosened his fist, because he knew that the obstacle had been removed.
Chu Min, pneumatic drill.
The attack of the three soul penetrating strong men is enough for Wei Meng to drink a pot. How can he have the energy to continue the attack on Lu Ping?
A few steps passed by in a flash.
Whether it was the soldiers who rushed up openly or the spies who were lurking among the soldiers and wanted to make a secret move, they were all left behind by Lu Ping. Not only because he is fast, but also because he can completely hear everyone's intentions.
There were five steps left, but there weren't many obstacles in front of him. After the swarming encirclement attack was broken through, there was a large emptiness behind.
Lu Ping raised his head, looked at Mo Sen, who was hanging in the air and seemed to be dying, and jumped up. With a distance of five steps and such a height, he was ready to solve it in one leap, but when he was in the air, Lu Ping suddenly heard a new sound.
The voice of the power of soul was not behind him, nor to the left or right, but in the direction he was rushing towards. There, there was only the hanging Mo Sen. (To be continued.)
