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"Hey, Zhang Ping, you have slaughtered so many habitats, are you afraid that they will be anxious with you?"

Feeling the majesty of the knife just now, Pan Shi said sourly.

Zhang Ping smiled lightly: "Let them come, Zhengchou has no reason to deal with them."

Song Heng's eyes lit up while listening.

At this time, several team leaders from the Exorcism Department also arrived one after another, and everyone was very happy.

When returning to the fifth peak, Zhang Ping suddenly felt something was wrong.

There is an indescribable depression hovering here.

Zhang Ping glanced at the others and found that everyone was serious.

"It feels very uncomfortable."

Pan Shi opened the mouth and said.

In the distance, the clouds opened up, as if a giant dragon was surging.

This oppressive feeling enveloped everyone, and the disciples felt very uneasy.

Lin Shuhan also came to the fifth peak, glanced around at the people he didn't know, and nodded kindly.

Song Heng sensed Lin Shuhan's coercion that he had never seen before, and asked Luo Shuguang about it.

"Above the Dao habitat, the barren ancient realm." Luo Shuguang folded his arms and explained to Song Heng.

"How does it feel to fight?" Song Heng's concern was rather strange.

Luo Shuguang shrugged his shoulders and said that he was not surprised, and pouted at Zhang Ping: "Go and ask him, how many did he kill last time?"

Song Heng nodded excitedly, looking at Lin Shuhan in the barren ancient realm, who seemed to be discussing something with Zhang Ping, and planned to ask them after they were done.

"Brother Zhang Ping, it looks like someone came from the city."

Zhang Ping nodded, "Let the disciples hide, I'll meet them first."

Lin Shuhan didn't take any action, but shook his head with a wry smile: "Where can I hide?"

Looking at the clouds that were already rolling in front of him, Zhang Ping suddenly realized.

Coming to the city this time, it is inevitable that it will not be the same size as last time, let alone the warriors in the barren ancient realm have to be doubled.

In front of so many strong people in the ancient desolate realm, even if all the disciples hide, where can they hide?

The warriors in the barren ancient land used their methods and released some martial skills casually, and they could razed the entire area to the ground, leaving no grass.

And looking at the appearance of the sky and the terrifying coercion, the Fazhou that came this time should be bigger than the previous ones, and much bigger.

This made Zhang Ping a little happy.

I was really sleepy and someone came to deliver a pillow.

While speaking, the oppressive feeling that seemed to be able to crush people fell heavily.

Lin Shuhan propped up a shield of spiritual power to protect everyone below.

Zhang Ping looked up, and saw the Fazhou, which was as big as the previous three ships, parked above.

If you just look at the size, this Fazhou is probably larger than the entire territory of the Sword Sect.

The circle above the Fazhou was full of people, Lin Shuhan's expression became tense, and he said to Zhang Ping, "They are all from the ancient desolate realm, and their auras are very strong, even worse than that of the previous envoy."

Zhang Ping nodded, his eyes narrowed suddenly, and he saw a familiar person walking out from the front of the Fazhou.

"Ten days ago, my envoy to the city couldn't bear to let the talented man be lonely here. He personally led dozens of Dharma boats and barren ancient realm guards to meet him, but he was killed by the wicked."

"The sword sect up and down, disregarding human life, disregarding the king's law, the crime deserves death!"

"On behalf of Shangcheng, the old man bestowed the Sword Sect to destroy the sect, and hope that other sects will take it as a warning!"

The voice spread throughout the entire sect area with mana, and the other four sects also heard the voice, with different expressions.

"This is the first time I've seen Miemen, the true value of these [-] high-level spirit stone flowers!"

"Wang Steward is indeed the person chosen by the city lord to control the lifeline of the upper city. You look at the momentum, and the people below dare not move at all."

"Sure enough, I still have to go out for a walk. If I stay at home all the time, I will be bored to death. It's interesting to come out for a while. One hundred thousand spirit stones are worth it!"

On the Dharma boat, besides the warriors, there were many luxuriously dressed and haughty people in the cabin, pointing and pointing below.

Butler Wang has sharp ears and eyes, and he can hear all the words in the cabin.

"Heh, the people in this group of families are really stupid and have a lot of money. They are used to being bored. No one spends [-] high-level spirit stones to come out and watch a murder. It's really grand."

Butler Wang thought to himself, his face was still indifferent.

"Hey!!!"

Suddenly, Zhang Ping, who had been silent all this time, called out to Fa Zhou.

"Do you remember Wu Hui?"

Zhang Ping's voice floated up, and Steward Wang frowned.

"Who is Wu Hui? I don't have any impression."

"What's the matter with this person, he doesn't have any awe of Shangcheng, damn it!"

Steward Wang waved his hand, and more than 30 ancient warriors standing in front rushed down.

Zhang Ping didn't shout anymore.

He recognized it. The person in front of him was the Butler Wang who Wu Hui remembered humiliating him.

"Senior, I will avenge your revenge."

"Your grievances, I will wash them away!"

Zhang Ping's eyes were red, and he charged upwards.

Wu Sheng's transformation unfolded in the air, and the terrifying coercion that spread out made Steward Wang's heart freeze.

"Come on, Duanlang!"

There was not even a touch connection, and the spiritual power and sword intent from the martial arts turned those strong people in the remote ancient realm into blood foam, which was sprayed on the cabin of the Fazhou.

In the cabin, the nobles, daughters, and sons of the family all shouted in horror, and were so frightened by this scene that they lost their minds.

Watching this scene, Steward Wang was flustered.

"Why are you so strong, damn it! The Zongmen will never allow such a person to appear!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and gave orders to the remaining hundreds of warriors in the barren ancient realm.

"Don't worry about him, kill the rest of the sect with all your strength, and don't leave any one behind!"

The warriors took orders and rushed down one after another.

But Steward Wang backed away quietly, holding a hair tactic in his hand.

Zhang Ping saw their intentions at a glance, and instead of stalking those martial artists, he directly canceled the martial saint's transformation form, and appeared beside Steward Wang with Hell Step.

The tip of the knife was pressed against Steward Wang's neck, and Zhang Ping's murderous words rang in his ears.

"Want to die or live?"

Butler Wang's body stiffened for a moment, and he quickly shouted: "Stop, stop everyone!"

"Let them all come back." Zhang Ping's voice was cold.

"You, don't be arrogant!" Butler Wang was still tough.

Zhang Ping was not polite at all, and he sent the knife straight forward. With Zhang Ping's strength in his body, the blade directly and easily cut through Steward Wang's skin, and the blood began to flow continuously.

Wang Butler panicked and wanted to struggle, but the back of his neck was pinched by Zhang Ping's big hand. Under the full strength, Wang Butler couldn't move at all.

"I said, let them all come back."

Zhang Ping paused every word, and each word was like a giant knife piercing straight into Steward Wang's heart.

Only then did Steward Wang realize that this person's strength was so powerful that he was not much different from the city lord.

"How could such a strong person appear! Could it be that the previous envoys didn't discover this person's talent?"