Chapter 554: Not human

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The night is like water, and the crescent moon is like a hook.
Wang Ping, who was fast asleep, suddenly had a warning sign, his hair was raised, and an extremely dangerous feeling rose to his heart.
He jumped out of bed scared consciously, but saw a sword light outside the window, bright and dazzling, with a terrible sound of breaking the sky, from far away.
A few tens of meters away from him, the cold sword gas had penetrated the glass on the window, and the broken glass fell like raindrops.
This sword was too horrible and too mysterious. The flags around the orchard did not respond, so they were breached by the wooden sword.
"A strong sword!" Wang Ping frowned. This enemy is indeed very strong. He barely punches with his bare hands, making it difficult to beat the other party.
Fortunately, he has the protection provided by the system.
The story is long, this sword, with a terrible momentum, is coming soon.
When the sky was about to pierce through the window, the sky suddenly dropped the thunder.
Bang!
A terrible lightning fell on the mahogany sword.
That seemingly indestructible, invincible sword light instantly languished, making a bitter sound, and there were obvious cracks!
At the same moment, Maoshan Taoist who pinned his mind on the peach wood sword hid in the nearby wilderness and spouted a blood.
His face was pale, and a spit of blood spewed out, making a puzzling scream: "Poof ... Wu Tianzun, why is there such a strong thunder?"
The two second-generation disciples of Maoshan who were guarding him were equally terrified: "Uncle Shi, what's wrong with you? With your old cultivation as the realm, who else in this world can hurt you?"
"It's not a person, it's not a person, it's ... Ah ... Poo!" The old Taoist was even more frightened, screaming, and spitting blood again.
It turned out that the peach wood sword, after cracking, wailed and wanted to escape to the old Taoist priest of Maoshan, but Tianlei did not resign, chasing another lightning.
Bang, click!
The sword is broken!
When the lightning struck the Taomu sword, the practitioners who temporarily healed in the village ran to the yard and saw this terrible scene.
The terrifying sky thunder actually fell down, smashing a peach flying sword beyond everyone's imagination.
The mahogany sword can fly across the sky, with a wide range of sword qi, and some familiar eyes. It should be the sword of Fuan Dao, a disciple of Maoshan generation. During the day, he also saw the power of this sword in the crater.
"Who am I, where am I, what happened?"
"This is the magic weapon of Fu An Dao, the lord of the condensing period, with the carrier of God's Royal Sword, so ruined? My ultimate dream is shattered, what else can I pursue in this life?"
"Wang Ping'an is terrible. His orchard is simply Longtan Tiger's Cave. My five million ticket fee is not lost, otherwise I might not know how to die."
These cultivators were frightened when they saw the scene of the thundering sky, forcibly added a play to themselves, and expressed their fears and happiness with the most vividness.
And the one who truly fears misery is none other than the head of Fuan Dao.
The sword broke, and his heart broke!
With the gods and swords, it is necessary to cultivate the magical instruments with divine thoughts. After several years or even more than ten years of hard work, it is possible to succeed.
This is the primary skill of the Royal Sword, but in the era of exhausted aura, it is a high-end combat skill that everyone envy.
The cultivators in the condensing period are high-ranking gangsters in any martial arts. They are usually respected by people. They are not major events and will not go down the mountain at all.
This time, Director Fu'an came for the fire unicorn to kill Wang Ping, but he did it smoothly.
Who knew Huo Qilin's counterattack failed to destroy the Taomu sword, but it was destroyed in Wang Ping's orchard.
That ordinary-looking orchard was so horrible.
Wang Ping'an is terrible.
The Fu'an Taoist had bleeding at the corners of his mouth, struggling to get up from the ground, and said to two equally neglected teachers and nephews: "Flee fast, Wang Ping's orchard must have a master in town! Think about Tianwumen's tragedy, that terrible There was no live talk at the scene when the sky thundered! "
Qingyun Dao was like being struck by lightning, cold sweat instantly wet his shirt, Tianwumen's door was destroyed, and finally he had eyebrows. The thundering sky was the most terrifying evidence.
How many of today's cultivators can call Tianlei?
There are so many authentic Maoshan disciples, and so many disciples who practice Leifa. They can only summon one or two small thunderbolts, but they are only three or five. Compared with these thunders in Wangping ’s orchard, they are simply scum.
Sure enough, this kind of person is not a small casual repairer without a background, nor is it a disciple of the medicine Wanggu who has long passed down. There is a terrible practitioner behind him.
Thinking about this, Qingyun Taoists took Master Uncle Fu'an Director, called on the same shocked brother, and hurriedly fled.
When he fled, he looked back from time to time, fearing that a master of cultivation would fly out of the orchard and wipe them out.
"Wang Ping'an can't be bothered, at least not now ... Let's return to Maoshan immediately, we don't want the opportunity here," said Fu An, the head of the road weakly commanded.
"Everything listens to Master Uncle's arrangement." Master Qingyun and his younger brother were so scared at this time that they felt that they were the safest to return to Maoshan.
What happened this night subverted their thoughts and shattered their pride.
In the past, they believed that the strongest cultivator in the world was in Maoshan. Although there were several other martial arts, although there were also strong men, they were never as many as Maoshan.
But today I found out that a small but unknown village and a small orchard have the power to kill Maoshan's powerful people.
Because of the comprehensive strength of Master Fu'an, among the generation of disciples of Maoshan, the top six are in a row. Is such a fairy-like figure almost dead here?
Wang Pingzheng pulled the slippers and walked to the window, watching the orchard that had returned to peace, and shook his head secretly.
"Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night, what kind of attack? It's a pity that this peach wood sword, forget it, pick it up tomorrow and take a look to see if it might be a car bead."
If he can get the beads, Wang Ping'an is going to make a peach wood bracelet, which he can wear to Wang Tiantian. The peach wood bracelet modified by this magic weapon has a strong effect of warding off evil spirits.
In the current world, Reiki is gradually recovering, and there are more and more strange things. Prepare some small gifts for children to defend themselves.
As for the broken glass of the window, that is a minor problem, and it is enough for someone to reinstall one piece tomorrow.
At this time, there was a system reminder with the sound of "ding".
Wang Ping opened the system panel and found that merit had been automatically deducted 20 points.
"The threat has been lifted and merits are deducted by 20 points. Please host to earn more merits in case of unexpected needs."
This time it was considered that the system helped Wang Ping's survival, not a task, so after completion, there was no reward.
However, Wang Ping'an was very satisfied and felt that with merit and protection, he could continue to die.
It's just that merits are too hard to earn. Before the system was upgraded, Wang Ping'an donated 1 billion yuan for good deeds, and only more than 200 merits were credited.
Practicing medicine to save people now occasionally brings merits into account, but very few. It takes only a little merit to save a good person.
Wang Ping'an thought of this and turned back to sleep, but several other practitioners living in the same building couldn't sleep anymore, and he called to ask him what happened.