After the two of them stood still, the pale-faced young man immediately urged them impatiently. It was as if waiting for even a second was torture to him. He wanted nothing more than to kill Luo Ping immediately.
Luo Ping smiled faintly. He was not worried at all. After slowly taking a sip of tea, he slowly got up and walked out of the pavilion. As he walked, he kept praising the tea.
"Good tea, good tea. The tea of the Onyx Mountain Villa is indeed fragrant and sweet. Senior really knows how to live. This junior admires you."
After he finished speaking, he even bowed to Hei Feng and Ming Luo in a show of respect and admiration. His calm expression and casual actions made everyone, including the Alliance Leader, unable to understand him.
Some people thought he was pretending to be calm to hide the fear in his heart. Some people thought he was scared out of his wits and was spouting nonsense. Only one person thought he was normal. That was Ding Zhangshan.
As a martial general-level martial artist, he felt like he had no chance of winning against Luo Ping, let alone the Tyrants of Extreme Evil who were only Martial Grand Masters.
Ding Zhangshan watched with interest as Luo Ping played with the two of them. He actually felt that it was very exciting. In fact, he was actually shouting in his heart: Play harder. It would be best if you could beat the two of them until they were rolling on the ground.
"Are you guys going to come at me together or one by one?"
Luo Ping walked in front of the Tyrants of Extreme Evil and said something shocking.
The two brothers were stunned for a moment. Then, they immediately burst out laughing.
"I say, brat, are you scared out of your wits? You actually want us to come at you together? You're really funny. Hahahaha … "
"Big Brother, in my opinion, he must have gone crazy from holding himself back for the past three years. Let this brother be the good guy and release him."
After saying that, the pale-faced young man took a step forward and prepared himself for battle. However, he did not immediately attack. Instead, he slowly took out his weapon. It was a first-rate sword. He slowly stroked the blade of the sword and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
"Today, I'll let my sword have a good taste of fresh blood. The blood of such a young man must be very delicious. Ahahaha … "
"Hey, since you are so confident, then come. I wish you good luck."
Luo Ping still had a smile on his face and an indifferent attitude. He didn't put the young man in his eyes at all.
"Hmph, your sharp tongue is just a joke."
The pale-faced youth shot him a disdainful look before raising his sword and thrusting it forward at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Luo Ping.
However, Luo Ping's actions were out of everyone's expectations. Not only did he not draw his weapon to face the enemy, but he also stood there stupidly, not moving an inch. It was as if he had really been scared silly.
The pale-faced young man also thought the same. He thought that Luo Ping had seen the situation clearly and did not intend to make any unnecessary resistance. He wanted to die early and be free.
Seeing that the sword was getting closer and closer to Luo Ping's body, a proud smile appeared on the young man's face, and the scar-faced boss was also smiling.
Sitting in the pavilion, Hei Feng and Ming Luo also frowned. They couldn't figure out why Luo Ping didn't resist and was willing to die. It was totally different from his previous wisdom and calmness.
"Does he have a backup plan? Or does he have full confidence in taking this sword? "
"Go to hell! Haha. "
The pale-faced young man saw that the sword had pierced the body of the young man opposite him and laughed complacently. However, a moment later, a figure appeared on the right in front of him and stifled his laughter.
"How can this be? You …? "
The young man discovered that there was no one in front of him. The sword was only held in his hand, foolishly half raised.
"Impossible? Just now, I clearly …? "
He stopped halfway because he was not a fool. At this time, he had already realized the root of the matter.
To be able to dodge his sword without moving, it was either that the young man had practiced his body movement to the extreme, or that the young man's strength was comparable to his, or even surpassed him. Or perhaps both …
"Impossible. Three years ago, he was only a peak Great Martial Warrior. Now, he is at most a Martial Master. It seems that he has an advantage in body movement."
The pale-faced young man came to a conclusion that he thought was very accurate. He immediately relaxed again because he had thought of a way to subdue the young man.
"Be careful. This young man looks very strange."
At this moment, the scar-faced boss also warned Luo Ping. He believed that Luo Ping had relied on his outstanding agility to avoid a calamity.
Regardless of what the other sect leaders and disciples thought, the Black Wind couple's interest was completely piqued. They looked at each other and smiled as they paid attention to the situation outside the pavilion.
"Hmph, so what if your body movement is good? Watch how I'll trap you to death."
After the pale-faced young man finished speaking, he immediately used his body movement to rush over. As he moved forward, his body flashed left and right, suddenly splitting into three afterimages. One of the afterimages rotated and used Qing Gong to jump above Luo Ping's head.
The other two afterimages, together with the original body, surrounded Luo Ping's body and completely trapped him, not giving Luo Ping any chance to dodge.
The encirclement was completed in a moment. After trapping Luo Ping, the pale-faced young man did not stop. Under the guidance of the original body, the four afterimages stretched out the same moves and began to violently attack.
"'Flying Shadow Remnant Sword' Third Style — Surrounded by Song, Afterimages Fall!"
The three afterimages on the ground raised their swords and attacked Luo Ping's three vital points: heart, Navel, and spine. The afterimage in the air was upside down. The tip of the sword was aimed at Luo Ping's Baihui Acupoint on the top of his head and mercilessly pierced down.
The four afterimages attacked at the same time. In a single breath, there was no way to dodge. Under the situation of completely trapping the opponent, the pale-faced young man finally used 120% of his strength and used his strongest move to attack Luo Ping.
Facing the opponent's determined attack, Luo Ping slightly raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a contemptuous smile. Then, under the astonished gaze of the opponent, he increased his body movement to the fourth degree. In an extremely tricky and strange angle, he easily dodged the attack again.
Stopping behind the young man, Luo Ping only raised his foot and lightly kicked. The young man suddenly fell forward and almost fell down. The afterimages he released also disappeared.
Stabilizing his body, he angrily looked back and unexpectedly found that Luo Ping's figure had disappeared again. While he was puzzled, he suddenly heard the urgent warning of the scar-faced boss.
"Be careful! He's behind you. "
Hearing this, the pale-faced young man's heart jumped. Just as he was about to turn around and attack, he found that his butt was solidly kicked again.
"Deng Deng Deng."
After being kicked forward a few steps, he finally lost his balance and fell down, like a dog eating mud.
"Hahahaha … You really are brainless. The enemy is behind you and you actually didn't think of running forward. Instead, you thought of turning around and attacking. You really are too stupid."
"I really don't know how you managed to cultivate to the level of a Martial Grand Master. Your IQ is worrying."
Just as the pale-faced young man got up, Luo Ping mercilessly began to attack him. He was so angry that smoke was coming out of his seven orifices. His face was red and he was actually unable to speak.
In fact, the surrounding people saw it clearly. Luo Ping's two kicks were the way and strength of an ordinary person in a brawl. He did not use any martial arts moves or cultivation methods at all.
Furthermore, the movement technique Luo Ping used to dodge the young man's attacks was indeed extremely fast. Many sect leaders felt that they could not compare to this young man in front of them.
The reason why the pale youth was in such a sorry state was because he had underestimated Luo Ping and underestimated him. He had underestimated Luo Ping's strength. The other reason was because Luo Ping's Movement Technique and the strength of his body had reached a terrifying level. It was not something that a Martial Grand Master like him could resist.
After calming down, the young man did not lose his head in anger. He did not flip out and curse, nor did he look at Luo Ping coldly. He also did not rush forward and fight crazily. Instead, he rolled his eyes and thought of a seemingly wise plan.
"Hmph, little bastard. Aren't you just relying on your superior movement technique to dodge and take advantage of the opportunity to launch a sneak attack? What kind of man are you? If you have the ability, then fight with me openly. That way, you won't be known as a coward."
Seeing that he was unable to restrain Luo Ping's strange movement technique, the pale-faced young man could only try to goad him. He hoped to force Luo Ping to have a real close combat battle with him.
"Alright, since you've begged me like this, then I can't refuse you. I'll let you win. From now on, I won't use my movement technique."
Originally, it was a goading method. Now that Luo Ping had said it, it seemed that the young man was begging bitterly, and Luo Ping generously agreed.
When these words came out, the pale-faced young man almost suffered internal injuries. Hei Feng and Ming Luo smiled lightly, their interest growing.
Although Ding Zhangshan did not laugh out loud due to his image, his face was red from holding it in. He could compete with the young man.
The other sect leaders were also trying hard to hold back their laughter, looking as if they were watching a good show without spending money.
"A sharp tongue and a glib tongue will not save your life. It's better to use your strength to struggle before death."
"Then make your move. What are you waiting for? You're all talk and no action. "
"Don't dodge if you have the guts. 'Flying Shadow Remnant Sword' Fourth Style — Eight Directions Shadow Sword Chasing Rainbow!"
Under the operation of his cultivation technique, Zhen Qi was transmitted to the sword. The pale-faced young man stretched out his movement technique and quickly closed the distance between the two. Midway, the sword had already divided into countless sword shadows. It was like ten thousand arrows were shot at the same time, aiming straight at Luo Ping in front of him.
As mentioned before, Luo Ping really did not use his movement technique to dodge this time. His feet stood firmly in the same place. The moment the opponent's sword approached him, he used his feet as support and his upper body constantly flashed left and right. He was always able to easily avoid the opponent's attack.
At this moment, even if the young man's sword technique was already his strongest move, he could transform into countless sword shadows. His speed was even faster, almost reaching the speed of a rainbow. However, he still couldn't even touch the corner of Luo Ping's clothes. He could only constantly attack around him.
In less than a moment, the pale-faced young man already felt a trace of fatigue. He also found contempt and playfulness in Luo Ping's faint smile.
"Damn it, you actually played me."
Only now did the young man realize that he had been played by Luo Ping again. He was like a mad dog, attacking around his opponent from all directions. However, his opponent was just standing in the same place, motionless, and could easily avoid his sword.
In the eyes of outsiders, Luo Ping was clearly like an elder of the sect, casually guiding his disciple's cultivation. He looked like a martial arts master.
"Ah!"
The young man shouted and fiercely raised his Zhen Qi. He stretched out his Qing Gong and jumped into the air to attack Luo Ping's head.
Listening to the sound of the sword cutting through the air, Luo Ping didn't care about the opponent's attack. However, the disturbance of noise still needed to be cleaned up.
"Trash only makes noise."
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