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3The death of the Big Xu was unknown. Yang Ping didn't seem to have exerted any strength. A Big Xu that was comparable to a Heavenly King's Late Stage died. The formation was completed, but it didn't give Zhu Yan and Wu Jian any sense of security. They looked at Yang Ping as if they couldn't see through him.    4

    

Yang Ping smiled very naturally. He walked towards Zhu Yan step by step. Without waiting for him to attack, he turned around and faced Wu Jian. "If you have the sword intent of LEE Zhishou, this formation might be able to trap me for a moment. I'll let you all escape. I pity you for being so arrogant. Although the sword dimension was one of the ten major dimensions, it was still in the past. Today is different from the past, you are obsessed with revenge. You will definitely lose your life. Do you know why the Wujia Ridge didn't kill you back then? "    

    

Wu Jian said coldly," The Wujia Ridge is about to fall. "    

    

Yang Ping shook his head and laughed. He sighed. The Heavenly Dao isn't enough to suppress the Wujia Ridge. Even the Sword Dimension isn't enough. You're just a swordsman who hasn't been recognized by the Sword Dimension. What does arrogance represent? I admire your courage."    

    

Wu Jian said angrily. "Who do you think you are? Even if your strength happens to be able to restrain the Big Xu, you are still in danger. I am a sword cultivator. " The sword is me, and I am the sword. I don't cultivate the laws of origin at all. " What can you do to me? "    

    

Yang Ping's expression turned serious as he asked, "Are you a slut?"    

    

Wu Jian was stunned for a moment before he immediately flew into a rage and shouted, "You are courting death."    

    

And so...    

    

Wu Jian attacked angrily. In the world, plants turned into swords, spiritual energy turned into swords, and heaven and earth turned into swords. Every example turned into a sword in his mind. In the world, it was all his mind and sword. The ten thousand swords became one, and there was only one sword left in the world.    

    

This sword was incomparably sharp, cutting into natural laws, reaching the pinnacle of sword cultivation. If one went up, one would be able to walk the path.    

    

The sword of heaven and earth stabbed towards Yang Ping.    

    

In Yang Ping's eyes, heaven and earth had been lost, and everything had been lost. There was only one sword left. This sword did not attack the body, nor did it pierce through the Spiritual World. It only attacked the essence of the human body.    

    

It had to be said.    

    

Wu Jian's sword cultivation had reached the pinnacle that humans could cultivate. It was incomparable.    

    

Even Zhu Yan could feel the bone-chilling cold. His facial expression changed slightly. If he were to face this sword, it would be very troublesome because he could not find a way to break it. In between heaven and earth, in the center of an inch, it was Wu Jian's attack. It was like a particle that could not escape the sword's attack.    

    

Zhu Yan stared at Yang Ping and secretly rejoiced in his heart. This was Wu Jian's strongest attack. Even if he couldn't kill Yang Ping, he should at least reveal his weakness. He had already opened the seal, and when Yang Ping lost his composure, This man couldn't be left alive. Back in the mortal world, he had a feeling that Ming King was his master. As the true disciple of his master, it was the best opportunity to kill this man.    

    

Yang Ping only had a sword in his eyes. In the real world, word after word came out of the void, constantly branding his pores and acupoints. When all 108 acupoints in his body were filled with words of 'seal', It meant that he could not borrow the power of heaven and earth.    

    

Yang Ping did not seem to notice it and was immersed in Wu Jian's sword intent.    

    

Wu Jian used his sword and looked at it indifferently with his hands behind his back.    

    

He was very confident in his sword.    

    

It was indestructible.    

    

It was omnipresent.    

    

It was invincible.    

    

Zhu Yan sealed Yang Ping's 108 acupuncture points and said with a smile, The descendant of the Wujia Ridge isn't as powerful as the legends say. Look, the two of us can deal with him. " You're exaggerating. "    

    

Wu Jian nodded and said coldly, "Both of us represent the pinnacle of a dimension. He is equivalent to fighting against two dimensions. How can he escape?"    

    

Zhu Yan continued, "When I return to Floating City, I will definitely report to Ming King. I will let you seize the dimensional core of the sword and become a dimensional master."    

    

Wu Jian smiled and said, "Thank you."    

    

Zhu Yan shook his head and sighed. "You and I are brothers. If we can kill Yang Ping today, we will definitely become famous in Universal Dimension. It is very likely that we will be the first to kill a descendant of the Wujia Ridge and leave our names in history."    

    

Wu Jian was excited.    

    

Crack!    

    

Just as the two of them thought they had settled the matter, Yang Ping, who was as calm as a rock, opened his eyes. The words "seal" in his acupuncture point kept flying out, turning into smoke. He smiled and said, "Is this your ability?"    

    

Zhu Yan's pupils shrank and he shouted, "Attack!"    

    

Wu Jian attacked again.    

    

Yang Ping felt Wu Jian's attack strength was about the same as before. He was slightly disappointed. He shook his head and said, "You made me look forward to it for nothing." After he finished speaking, he threw a punch at Wu Jian. His fist was neither fast nor slow. It was neither hot nor cold. It arrived in front of him in an instant.    

    

Wu Jian's face turned pale as he blocked the attack with his sword. When his fist collided with the sword, a cracking sound was heard. Wu Jian's face turned pale as he was sent flying. His body smashed into the void, and numerous black cracks appeared around him. He spat out a mouthful of blood, not hiding his shock at all.    

    

One punch!    

    

It was so terrifying.    

    

Wu Jian could not withstand Yang Ping's punch. He turned around and wanted to leave. Yang Ping shook his head and smiled. "Since you are here, you can stay. It is good to accompany the Big Xu."    

    

So he punched again.    

    

This punch was more plain and plain. It was like the wind, thunder, and lightning of nature. It did not seem out of place at all.    

    

The fist descended.    

    

Wu Jian roared in anger. He tried his best to resist, but found that Yang Ping's fist ignored all of his obstructions and hit his chest.    

    

He fell to the ground and looked at the sky. There was no wound on the surface, but the world inside his body had collapsed.    

    

A punch shattered the world view.    

    

Blood flowed out from the corner of Wu Jian's mouth. His breath was weak. It was pointless to say anything.    

    

He knew he was going to die.    

    

Before coming here, he had never thought that it would be the result now. Just like the Big Xu, his death was unknown.    

    

He tilted his head and rested here.    

    

Yang Ping continued to move forward. He walked towards Zhu Yan and said, "I gave you a chance in the past. You don't know how to cherish it. Why did you use Zhu Xi? You came to Cloud Realm to borrow Zhu Xi's name, right? Even Ming King did not dare to interfere in the affairs of the mortal world. Do you know why?"    

    

Zhu Yan stepped back. His facial expression kept changing. Although his realm was far higher than Yang Ping's, he did not feel safe at all.    

    

"You can't bear to kill me."    

    

Zhu Yan suddenly stopped and looked at Yang Ping coldly. He said with a snort, "Zhu Xi is my daughter, but I am Ming King's disciple. Who dares to touch me in Universal Dimension, Yang Ping? I advise you to leave Cloud Realm and don't make any mistakes. Otherwise, there will surely be many experts in this world who will be able to deal with you."    

    

Yang Ping chuckled and grabbed at Zhu Yan.    

    

Zhu Yan's expression changed, but he felt that cracks had suddenly appeared in the hard void of the Cloud Realm. The binding force around him was getting stronger and stronger, but it was useless to break free from it. He could only watch helplessly as Yang Ping walked towards him. He said calmly. He said calmly, "You can't kill me."    

    

Yang Ping smiled and said, "You are just a clone. Normally, death doesn't affect you. But don't you know who I am? "    

    

Zhu Yan narrowed his eyes.    

    

Yang Ping sighed. "As long as your clone is here, I will be able to find my real body through my clone. Zhu Yan, you are a bit too arrogant."    

    

Finishing his words.    

    

Yang Ping rushed towards Zhu Yan, and before he could react, his head exploded.    

    

The moment the head exploded, a mysterious Qi wanted to leave. Yang Ping grabbed it and followed the direction of the Qi. His gaze passed through the layers of space and landed in an old hotel in the neighboring city.    

    

Yang Ping bowed slightly and disappeared from where he stood. In the next moment, he appeared in the neighboring city.    

    

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