"boom!"
A loud sound came from the intersection of his palms, and something Wu Liang didn't expect happened.
Qian Yanqing fell from the sky like a kite with its string broken, smashing a bottomless hole into the already devastated ground.
Qian Yanqing fell into a big dark hole, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
And He Ping'an was floating in the air, his long hair flying, like a banished immortal, his face was calm, and he was not affected by the blood evil at all.
"Aren't you a second-grade monk?"
Wu Liang's eyes were full of horror. He Ping'an's strength seemed to have entered the early stage of the first-level realm.
And judging from He Pingan's performance, it seemed that he was also a master of both martial arts and Taoism, which far exceeded his imagination.
"When did I tell you that I am a second-grade monk?"
He Ping'an smiled slightly and looked at Wu Liang below, as if looking at a corpse.
"Marquis Yongchun, if you have no other backup plan, prepare to die!"
He Pingan no longer had the patience of the cat and mouse before, so he was ready to kill the two of them with one sword.
"In that case, be prepared to accept my wrath!"
There was a trace of resentment on Yongchun Hou's weather-beaten face. With a thought, the drop of blood that had been contained in his body was suddenly pierced by him, and the blood energy that soared into the sky drowned his entire body in an instant.
From a distance, it looks like a giant bloody cocoon, wrapping the Marquis of Yongchun inside.
"Huh!"
He Ping'an let out a soft cry. In that drop of blood, he felt a majestic blood energy and a strong will in martial arts.
What's this?
"Uh-huh!"
Just when he was wondering, a ragged figure jumped out from the ground, it was Qian Yanqing.
The purple robe he wore before was now in tatters. The right arm he fought with He Ping'an was completely shattered, and his right palm was missing.
Above the wound, golden light was raging, and even the recovery power of Qian Yanqing's second-grade martial artist's physical body was extremely powerful, and he could not erase the golden light.
Not to mention restoring the physical disability.
Seeing the giant bloody cocoon in mid-air, Qian Yanqing was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed: "Martial Saint Essence and Blood!"
'No wonder he can break through to the second level because of this thing! '
It suddenly dawned on He Ping'an that in the giant bloody cocoon, such amazing martial arts will turned out to be the essence and blood of the Martial Saint.
This is not surprising.
He turned his eyes and looked down at Qian Yanqing.
As his gaze swept over, Qian Yanqing suddenly felt chills all over his body. His true energy was running at full strength, and his body was like lightning, flying towards the distance.
Originally, He Ping'an was thought to be only a second-grade monk, but with Yongchun Hou, a monk who was half-stepped into the first-grade, and with him surrounding him and killing him, he could be easily captured.
Who would have thought that this unknown litigator in the West City was actually a first-grade monk?
"Uh-huh!"
A golden sword light that was as solid as a substance came and directly chopped into pieces all the protective essence of Qian Yanqing who had escaped more than ten miles away. His physical body was shattered, and his soul was taken into the hands of He Pingan.
Powerful spiritual consciousness came out of his body, searching his soul. Qian Yanqing's soul kept wailing and rolling in He Ping'an's hands.
"I see."
He Ping'an waved his hand to wipe out Qian Yanqing's soul, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He still underestimated the scheming foxes like Yongchun Marquis and Qian Yanqing.
Shortly after Yongchun Hou returned to Xuanyang, he found out what happened in Qianxian County.
He also combined with He Ping'an's clone to pretend to be Wu Fan in Yongchun Hou Mansion, and once fought against Zhao Yun.
Finally, it was concluded that He Ping'an's clone could quietly kill two fourth-level warriors, fight with Zhao Yun and escape, and his strength should be at the second-level cultivation level.
As for the first-grade monks in Zhenguo, they dare not even think about it. After all, they are all among the best in the world.
After reaching the third level, the improvement of one level of cultivation is a world of difference.
And if it was a first-grade person, how could he fight with Zhao Yun and escape.
When dealing with second-grade monks, most monks would die if they went there, so arranging Yue Laosan and other ninth-grade warriors in the Immortal Cao Hall was a deliberate plan.
After something happened to Yue Laosan and others, they asked Yue Laosan and others to sue He Pingan through the government. This was to use the power of the government to suppress He Pingan and at the same time draw out the second-grade monks hiding behind He Pingan. .
They did not believe that in just ten years, a weak and incompetent Confucian scholar could suddenly become a second-grade master.
So it was determined that there was someone else behind He Pingan.
As for the prosecution, it doesn't matter whether he wins or loses. It's good to win. He Ping'an can be punished in one go and the person behind it can be brought out.
It doesn't matter if he loses, as long as he can lure out the person behind it and kill the second-grade monk, He Ping'an can do it casually.
The Marquis of Yongchun had been ambushing outside Xuanyang City early because he knew that the west gate was closest to the Yongle County Government Office. If He Pingan wanted to escape, he would definitely take the west gate and flee all the way west.
It's a pity that God's calculations are not as good as those of humans, but they did not expect that the strength of He Ping'an's clone far exceeded their imagination.
"well!"
He Ping'an sighed. After so much planning by both parties, in the end it was his fist that had the final say.
When a person's strength reaches the pinnacle of the world, no conspiracy can be crushed with just one punch!
Thinking of this, his eyes flashed with golden light, and he looked down at the bloody cocoon that was constantly churning like ocean waves. There seemed to be some peerless evil spirit slowly awakening in it.
He Ping'an put away the Golden Lin Sword, started the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills, golden light flowed from his fists, and then suddenly blasted out.
"boom!"
The golden fist that reached the strength of a first-level monk was raging wherever it went. With one punch, the giant blood-colored cocoon immediately burst, revealing the Marquis of Yongchun inside.
I saw that his eyes were tightly closed at this time, and blood-colored granules were rolling all over his body. He was constantly strengthening his body. His blood energy was rising into the sky like wolf smoke. It was clearly visible even a hundred miles away.
"Roar!"
Although Yongchun Hou's eyes were tightly closed, his martial arts spiritual sense was still there, and he obviously sensed the approaching danger. He let out a roar that was not like a human voice, and then punched out with the same punch, and blood suddenly appeared.
"Peng!"
The fists met, golden light and blood collided, and a deafening roar sounded.
The aftermath of the explosion spread in all directions. It seemed that it was not as sharp as the previous swords and swords, but it flattened the entire area within dozens of miles.
He Ping'an frowned. At this time, Yongchun Hou had reached the strength of a first-level monk.
But his cultivation did not stagnate and continued to rise.
"The essence and blood of the Martial Saint are so effective?"
He Ping'an was surprised. If this was the case, his blood should have an effect close to that of the Martial Saint's essence and blood.
"Boom!"
As waves of roars came, Marquis Yongchun, who had closed his eyes, slowly opened his eyes, and his strength was fixed at the late stage of a first-class martial artist.
There is only one step left to reach the pinnacle of the first level.
It's just that his eyes were filled with blood and no longer clear as before.
"Boy, prepare to die!"
A hoarse voice came out of Marquis Yongchun's mouth, full of violence and killing.
Then his body swayed and he disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was three feet in front of He Pingan and punched his lower abdomen. The blood was filled with light and the punch was as strong as a knife.
