Chapter 211 Finally Hacked to Death!
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"Boom!"
With the bang, Fang Ping had already bulldozed the fourth house.
After all, the warriors of the third rank have not yet reached the point of inhumanity. At this moment, Fang Ping is also sweating profusely from exhaustion, and consumes a lot of energy and blood.
...
Behind the village.
"Great missionary, what should we do now?"
Someone asked in a low voice, and in the crowd, a middle-aged strong man frowned slightly and said slowly: "Today I will die, but death is not to be feared!
Now, it's just a group of fledgling Wu Daying dogs!
These rookies have now chosen the most strenuous and costly method.
That being the case, satisfy them!
First-rank martial artists, now start to attack and harass them, slowing down their speed and killing their patience.
When the patience is gone, these people will be more urgent...
Flattening the house, even if they take turns, the blood consumption cannot be made up in a short time.
Second and third rank warriors, all gather, half an hour later, listen to my order, and attack and kill those third rank warriors together!
Half an hour is not enough for them to replenish their energy and blood. We are waiting for work, and we can kill as many as we can! "
"yes!"
...
Following the order of the middle-aged man, cult warriors began to show up to attack and harass him.
Gu Xiong and the others didn't care, they killed them as soon as they came, and by the way, they also pretended to flatten the house together, showing a pale face.
There are not too many buildings in Panshi Village, but there are also hundreds of households.
But after bulldozing more than ten houses at the entrance of the village, the whole picture of Panshi Village was gradually revealed to everyone.
Glancing at the houses behind, Fang Ping said in a low voice: "If you bulldoze some houses in the middle, it will be almost done, and leave a few people to pretend to recover."
Several third-rank warriors sat cross-legged after hearing this, threw a piece of chocolate or something into their mouths and swallowed it.
...
Next, every time a few houses were bulldozed, several people began to recover their vitality.
Half an hour later, Fang Ping panted, "It's almost there, I guess, people are about to come out, if they don't come out, it means they sneaked into the back mountain."
It's already pushed to the end, if you don't come out, it means that everyone has run away and is not in the village.
Hearing this, Gu Xiong suddenly shouted loudly: "Withdraw!"
Everyone retreated one after another, and the blind advance at the moment made people suspicious.
"Can't go!"
As soon as Gu Xiong finished speaking, more than a dozen people rushed towards the two sides of the house behind!
Gu Xiong roared: "Others support!"
"Stop those people!"
The big missionary yelled loudly, and dozens of people rushed out from behind again, bypassing Fang Ping and the others, and attacked and killed Zhang Ziwei and the others behind.
The big missionary is no nonsense, glanced at Fang Ping and the others, and shouted: "Kill all these hawks and dogs, and satisfy their desire for trials!"
After all, the great preacher came straight to Gu Xiong.
Gu Xiong didn't show any weakness, he stepped on the ground, his fists burst out with a faint blood light, and he started a hand-to-hand fight with the opponent in the blink of an eye!
"boom!"
Before Fang Ping and the others could make a move, Gu Xiong flew upside down and roared, "Peak of the third rank, a few more people!"
There is a huge gap between a peak warrior of the third rank and an early stage of the third rank!
When Gu Xiong was at the second rank, he was able to fight against mid-level third rank warriors, but now that he had stepped into the third rank, he was beaten backwards after just a few moves with the opponent.
As soon as he roared, Zhao Yang, Yu Xianghua and the others gave up their opponents one after another, and rushed towards the big missionary.
Fang Ping didn't delay and rushed over quickly.
Six third-rank warriors began to besiege the Great Missionary.
Fang Ping poked the opponent's thigh, but he backed up a few steps, his blood fluttering violently.
"Third-Rank Peak Warrior!"
Fang Ping's eyes were serious, and there was a clear gap between him and the third grade junior middle school.
The opponent's defense was too strong, and once they were hit by a counterattack, Fang Ping and the others would suffer serious injuries.
A few people here are attacking this great missionary, and Chen Pengfei who is next to him suddenly shouted: "Third-rank high-level,
Come help! "
As soon as these words came out, several third-rank students next to him gave up their opponents again and began to besiege the third-rank high-level martial artist Chen Pengfei was facing.
Of the 15 third-rank warriors, 10 of them were immediately entangled by these two people.
As for the cult warriors, there were still seven or eight third-rank warriors left, and they began to besiege the remaining students.
Even so, the students who besieged the big missionary and the third-rank high-level students were at a disadvantage, and they kept getting injured and retreated.
"Zhang Ziwei! Kill them quickly, come and help, a few of the peak second rank!"
Chen Pengfei roared, the four warriors at the beginning of the third rank were beaten and retreated steadily.
The third-rank high-level martial artist they faced was using a long alloy stick. When the stick was pushed down, everyone's blood was floating, and their internal organs were trembling. Chen Pengfei was the main force, vomiting blood and retreating continuously. The other three had limited effect.
Everyone in Zhang Ziwei is also quickly killing those cult warriors blocking the way.
However, although these people were small in number, all of them were brave enough to block more than 200 people at the periphery.
The big missionary snorted coldly and said: "There is still a little bit of careful thinking, and the blood consumption is not much, but it is useless to rely on this little thinking alone. It will kill you third-ranks. I think next time, the eagle dogs of Wuhan University will not treat us again. The ignorance of the trial stone!"
The Great Preacher doesn't need weapons, and he still has the energy to speak at this moment. With the time to speak, the other party punched Zhao Yang back. Zhao Yang's face flushed, and the next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Hold him!"
Zhao Yang let out an angry roar, his temples collapsed in an instant, and a faint glow of blood appeared on his hands, visible to the naked eye!
Seeing this, everyone in Fang Ping clung to the preacher, and the next moment, Zhao Lei punched him in the head like a thunderbolt, taking advantage of the fact that the preacher was unable to return to defense.
The big preacher let out a low cry, knocked back the surrounding people, and suddenly raised his body. Zhao Yang's fist failed to hit his head, but hit his shoulder, and there was a roar of metal collision between the two .
"That's right, if you're a third-rank high-dan, I'm afraid I'll be seriously injured, what a pity!"
The big missionary's shoulder collapsed slightly, and blood flowed out, but it didn't hurt the root.
Zhao Yang failed to master the ultimate move. Just now, he exploded with nearly 200 cards of energy and blood, reaching the level of a third-rank killer, but still only slightly injured the opponent.
As for Zhao Yang himself, his qi and blood were vain, and his decline was severe.
On the other side, Chen Pengfei and the others couldn't hold on any longer. Fortunately, at this time, Zhang Ziwei brought several second-rank peak warriors and quickly attacked and killed them, and began to entangle with the third-rank high-ranking warrior.
Everyone in Fang Ping overestimated himself.
Let alone a fourth-rank martial artist, at the moment it is just a third-rank high-level, a third-rank peak, which makes them a little bit overwhelmed.
The opponent's random attack is not weaker than their so-called killer.
The opponent's burst of blood is not too much.
With one move and one move, twenty or thirty cards of qi and blood are released, and the power is probably close to their moves that burst out of 100 cards of qi and blood.
As for this great missionary, in fact, he didn't take many shots, and relied more on his body to defend.
Gu Xiong said loudly: "He is deliberately consuming our blood!"
A peak warrior of the third rank, his energy and blood are as high as a thousand calories, and his whole body is tempered to the peak. Except for his head and internal organs, he is already close to the indestructible body of King Kong.
Many times during the Great Mission, they would rather suffer minor injuries than fight back, but let the crowd attack and rely on their strong bodies to resist.
Gu Xiong roared furiously, but he didn't make a sound during the mission. This is something that anyone with a discerning eye knows. The key is that if you don't attack, he will attack you. If you are not careful, you can beat people to death with one move.
Everyone was riding a tiger at the moment, and had to resort to explosive moves. The big preacher also had bruises, but they were all minor injuries. Fang Ping and the others were more seriously injured, and their vitality and blood were also consumed.
Everyone else was a little anxious, Fang Ping suddenly shouted: "Go and solve the third-rank high-level ones, and leave it to me here!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the big missionary was a little sluggish.
"What are you looking at, go!"
After all, Fang Ping slashed out with a long knife, and his blood was almost condensed into a knife light!
The big missionary concentrated his mind and was no longer distracted. Blood flashed on his fist, and the long knife trembling with his punch.
"See what tricks you can use!"
Facing Fang Ping's move, which exploded with hundreds of cards of energy and blood, the Great Preacher had to concentrate on defense, but how many times could Fang Ping use such a move?
Soon, Fang Ping told him how many times he could use it!
"Boom boom boom!"
Fang Ping slashed five times in a row, the sword exploded with a hundred cards of energy and blood, and the big preacher kept retreating.
The others didn't stop at this moment. Everyone thought of Fang Ping's advantage. His vitality and blood recovered very quickly. He didn't know the limit at present, but Fang Ping used his big move now, forcing the big preacher to have to go back to defense with all his strength. They first Let's talk about that third-grade high-ranking person.
"Um?"
The Great Preacher also frowned slightly, just as he was about to get rid of Fang Ping, Fang Ping quickly entangled him, and unleashed the Slashing Saber again!
"boom!"
After receiving a few knives, the big preacher stepped back a few steps, and there were cracks under his feet.
"Can you continue?"
The big missionary's eyes were cold, and he snorted coldly: "It seems that you are a talented student of Wuhan University, so killing you is better than killing a group of second and third ranks!"
"Just try it and you'll know!"
A large drop of sweat dripped from Fang Ping's head, but the big preacher stopped defending. He let out a low drink, arched his spine, and appeared in front of Fang Ping in the next second, moving his fists and feet together, striking at Fang Ping's vitals.
Sweat dripped from Fang Ping's head, and he defended with all his might, but he was beaten back and forth, his body covered in blood.
"You will attack, and so will I!"
Fang Ping gritted his teeth, stepped on the ground with his heels, took a step back, opened a little distance, and continued to slash the opponent with all his strength!
The face of the big missionary changed again and again, how many times have he been hacked?
Twenty dollars? Thirty dollars?
For a peak warrior of the third rank, the strength of qi and blood is much higher than that of the middle rank of the third rank. The explosive power of one card of blood is comparable to two or three cards of the upper rank of the third rank.
He has a thousand calories of energy and blood, and everyone has the same offensive power. He can play two to three thousand calories below the high level of stamina.
As for the mid-level warriors of the third rank, the vitality and blood are generally around 600 calories.
In terms of durability alone, he can consume six or seven mid-level third-rank warriors, or even more, because he doesn't only defend but not attack.
And one-on-one, for a warrior like him, it usually only takes a few tricks to fight a warrior in the middle of the third rank.
At this moment, Fang Ping is using offense instead of defense, using his moves to show the power of a killer's mace. When encountering such a situation, he has to retreat a little bit.
"Let's see how many knives you can cut!"
The Great Preacher was also cruel, and he didn't believe that a middle-level martial artist could really unleash unlimited big moves.
It is true that Fang Ping can't achieve infinite explosions, but he doesn't need infinite explosions, and it is enough to explode for a period of time.
Even if the big preaching is just defensive, it doesn't mean that it doesn't consume blood.
Before everyone besieged him, he used up a lot, and now he is still consuming, Fang Ping doesn't think that the opponent consumes more energy than himself.
"Thirty-six knives!"
"Thirty-seven knives..."
Fang Ping silently counted, one cut would consume more than 100,000 wealth points, and now I am afraid that they have consumed more than 4 million.
"A martial artist at the peak of the third rank can really resist!"
At this moment, Fang Ping also realized that he really has a limit.
His bones were already creaking, and his skin was cracking, bleeding out.
The power of qi and blood can be replenished, but other hardware conditions are still limited.
The big missionary on the opposite side was also bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his body was covered with knife marks, but he still smiled and said, "Is it okay?"
After all, the big missionary shouted, and the shadow of the fist quickly hit Fang Ping's throat.
Fang Ping let out a low growl, and quickly pulled his right leg, but the foot that had been punched creaked, and the alloy boots that had been with him for many days were torn.
Fang Ping let out a cry of pain, and quickly retreated with his injured leg.
The big missionary is not forgiving, and comes again.
Fang Ping roared, and the long knife slashed out again!
"Bang bang..."
A series of slashes came, and the big missionary took a breath and stopped in place.
And Fang Ping was also panting, his whole body was soaked.
"Almost 5 million!"
Fang Ping gritted his teeth, this time he really lost money!
In addition to the flattening of the house and the killing of those two warriors last night, the wealth value he consumed was close to tens of millions!
And now his body is full of scars, if this continues, it will be a loss to kill this guy.
On the other side, that third-rank high-level martial artist is also at the end of the road at this moment, fighting desperately, the people who fight are constantly retreating, and from time to time some people are injured and fly out backwards, withdrawing from the battle.
Some second-rank peak fighters kept joining the battle, besieging and killing this person.
As for Fang Ping, everyone can't care about it now. At least it seems that Fang Ping can hold on for a while, and it won't be too late to kill the third-rank high-ranking ones before coming to help. "Is the peak of the third rank so strong?"
Fang Ping looked at the big preacher, feeling a little weak, the other party's energy and blood were almost gone, but now the other party was simply fighting hand-to-hand!
Fighting with the body, the opponent actually has the strength of the third rank.
If it wasn't for the great preaching, he would have been determined to fight to the death. Even at this point, he would actually have the hope of escaping. It would be very difficult for Fang Ping to kill the opponent. The big preacher on the opposite side smiled and panted, "Don't look, we people already knew that we must die, and when we are dying, we count as much as we kill!
You are very interesting. You alone may be able to kill a team formed by mid-level third-rank warriors.
It's a pity that a person like you is willing to be a dog..."
Fang Ping's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly backed away!
The next moment, the big preacher hammered his chest, blood gushed out of his mouth, and appeared in front of Fang Ping in the blink of an eye!
Fang Ping didn't have time to retreat, he gritted his teeth, and put the long knife across his chest.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the blade surface of the long knife sank a little. Fang Ping only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he flew upside down, with blood gushing out of his mouth.
"Not dead yet? Have you tempered your internal organs?"
The pale preacher was also a little surprised, and quickly chased after him.
Fang Ping fell to the ground, blood spurted out of his mouth like money.
"grass!"
Fang Ping was both angry and thankful that the body training pill before tempered his internal organs, so that his internal organs would not be as fragile as ordinary people, or he would have been shocked to death with just one punch.
Seeing the long knife sinking a little bit, Fang Ping's heart ached again.
At this moment, there was a desperate roar from the side, and more than a dozen third-rank warriors finally killed the third-rank high-level warrior.
The big missionary's face changed slightly, and his steps slowed down.
Gu Xiong and others rushed to rescue Fang Ping, and Chen Yunxi and others hurried over to help Fang Ping.
Over there, Gu Xiong and the others have already entangled with the big missionary.
As soon as Fang Ping saw this situation, he covered his chest and turned his head to Chen Yunxi and said, "Do you have the life-saving pill? Lend me one!"
Chen Yunxi quickly stuffed him with a pill, Fang Ping swallowed it in one gulp, and said angrily, "Get out of the way, he's mine!"
This guy, I must hack him to death today!
If you don't hack him to death, this mission is really a pain in the ass.
Everyone in Gu Xiong was also wounded, upon hearing this, Zhao Yang said angrily: "Now is not the time to be a hero!"
"Get out of the way, or you will pay me for the pill!"
Fang Ping was so angry that he didn't care about so many things. The next moment, he rushed in with a knife. The blood on the knife became more dazzling, and the blood was overflowing, and the power of the explosion was three points greater than before.
Everyone in Zhao Yang saw that he was disregarding the enemy and us, so they retreated one after another.
"This guy……"
Everyone didn't know what to say!
How many times has Fang Ping used his ultimate move?
Is this still a life-saving trick?
Fang Ping's attack has not yet reached the level of a unique move, but his continuous slashing is not far behind the ultimate move.
According to everyone's speculation, I am afraid that the blood consumption exceeds 5000 calories!
From this, it can also be seen how big the gap between the third-rank peak and everyone is.
Even with such an outburst, Fang Ping was almost beaten to death with a single punch.
Seeing Fang Ping slashing wildly, the great preacher exhausted all his energy and blood, and could only rely on his physical strength to fight back. Everyone watched for a while, and Gu Xiong said loudly: "Make up the knife, search the village, kill them all!"
As for Fang Ping, five third-rank warriors who did not consume too much energy and blood were on standby at any time, ready to rescue them.
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"Bao Ming Pill, 200 credits! One pill, I will lose everything. If I don't hack you to death today, I will never give up!"
Fang Ping was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and the Fengzui knife was damaged, the alloy boots were torn, and his wealth value was consumed by nearly ten million!
Such a loss, because of one person, how can he not be angry.
"I don't believe it. At the peak of the third rank, it's really indestructible! It's so shocking that your five chapters and six viscera are shattered!"
Fang Ping's bones creaked, and the big preaching was uncomfortable, blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and in the end, it was already mixed with internal organ fragments.
No one ever thought that for a mid-level third-rank martial artist, the moves of a hundred cards can explode by nearly a hundred knives. Such a style of play, other than a rogue, is already indescribable.
Just when the bones of Fang Ping's chopping hand were numb, the big preacher knelt down with a "bang", and Fang Ping slashed the opponent's head with a knife.
The next moment, Fang Ping also collapsed on the ground, muttering: "Finally hacked to death..."
But at this time, Fang Ping couldn't be happy.
This mission made him aggrieved throughout the whole process, even if he beheaded the strongest third-rank peak warrior...but the price was too high.
"More than a hundred knives, nearly ten thousand blood... Li old man lay down and asked me to chop, will I kill him?"
At this moment, Fang Ping remembered old man Li's words again. He lay down and asked Fang Ping to chop him, but Fang Ping couldn't kill him.
Fang Ping sneered at it before, but now he really believes it. If he doesn't chop off his head, he might not be killed.
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