Gone in a flash.

The heartstrings of the middle-aged swordsman in a black robe with long sleeves were tense, and he knew something was wrong.

Fortunately, the burly man had already stepped out and stood in front of the swordsman. Not only did he quickly whip his whip into the air in front of him, "It's interesting!"

Chen Ping'an, who appeared in front of the two of them out of thin air, not only did not avoid its sharp edge, but deliberately avoided the menacing iron whip. Instead, he made up his mind to fight in close combat more resolutely, but he also tilted his head slightly, and

With a cat-like waist movement, he used the long sword on his back to resist the iron whip, and hit the strong man in the chest with a punch like a god beating a drum.

If one punch comes, ten to a hundred punches will come.

If you have enough willpower, let me add up my punches, and you will become the legendary Daluo Golden Immortal, and your undefeated golden body will be completely destroyed by you!

The middle-aged swordsman only lost consciousness for a moment, and soon a flash of green light flew from his sleeves.

The strong man spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered back five or six steps, swung an iron whip in front of him so that no water could flow in, and at the same time shouted with all his strength: "Protect the formation master!"

Almost at the same time, Chen Pingan's mind moved and he muttered silently: "Fifteen."

From the sword gourd on his waist, a green and slender sword rainbow flashed out instantly.

The Taoist from the Fu Lu Sect smiled coldly, "He is actually a sword cultivator."

The burly man felt a tearing pain coming from his left shoulder, and was shocked. How could it happen so quickly?!

After the first punch is successful, the third punch is delivered by the fist's intention, and the god beats the drum.

Not long after Fifteen left the sword gourd, there was just a ding. Just as he intercepted the middle-aged swordsman's unsheathed sword light, he was enveloped by a red talisman that appeared suddenly, bumping around and bumping into walls.

The swordsman looked fierce, waved his sleeve, and another "flying sword" flew out of his sleeve.

Chen Ping'an continued to ignore the swordsman's exquisite control of the sword, and came up behind the man almost without a trace, and only punched the strong man's back vest with his third punch.

The force of the punch went straight to the man's heart.

The fourth punch was pressed down and moved to the right, hitting the strong man's spine directly.

The Taoist used the extremely precious secret magic talisman to trap the "Chu Yi" who once again cut off the sword master's green light.

The old Taoist's face was livid, his eyelids were trembling, he was heartbroken, and his heart was bleeding. This little bastard actually had two flying swords?!

Could the small vermilion jug on the young man's waist be the sword-raising gourd?

Thinking of this, the old man's eyes were burning, "Okay, okay!"

It's not a waste of time to throw out two treasures at the bottom of the box in one go. As long as it works, you will still make a lot of money!

The strong body-protecting Qi of the strong man had collapsed and dissipated after three punches, so Chen Pingan's fourth punch really hit his spine.

There was a series of slight clicking sounds. Others may not pay attention to it, but the burly man was frightened out of his wits.

One more punch, and you'll really be interrupted!

The man did not dare to hide anymore, he stamped his feet heavily, held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, and put the fingers of his right hand together, and then put his body into a posture like a liger shaking its shoulders. His eyes instantly turned white, and his energy, blood, and muscles suddenly became strong.

…

Like a god coming into the world.

Then he was hit by Chen Ping'an's fifth punch and was like a kite with its string cut off. It flew straight forward and fell heavily to the ground.

But Chen Ping'an didn't feel comfortable either. He resisted the strong man's iron whip on his back. Although it hit the "Chang Qi", four to five points of the force still penetrated his body.

Later, on the 15th day of the lunar month, Taoist Fu Lu detained him using secret methods. He was temporarily unable to escape. In order to successfully deliver the fifth punch of the Divine Man Beating the Drum, he was forcibly hit by a sword beam from the middle-aged swordsman. It passed through his shoulder and was dripping with blood.

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However, Chen Ping'an's overall momentum rose instead of falling. The concentration of his soul and the surge of fist power were almost visible to the naked eye. There was absolutely no sign of a dying struggle, and it was still rising rapidly.

It seems that when the sun rises over the East China Sea, it always hangs high in the sky.

He couldn't help but grin.
Chapter completed!