Along with the rumbling sound, Fang Ping had already bulldozed the fourth house.
After all, a lower-level third-level warrior has not yet reached the level of inhumanity. At this moment, Fang Ping was sweating profusely from exhaustion and was consuming a huge amount of energy and blood.
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Behind the village.
"Great missionary work, what should we do now?"
Someone asked in a low voice, and among the crowd, a middle-aged strong man frowned slightly and said slowly: "We must die today, but death is not something to be afraid of!
Now, only a group of fledgling Eagle Dogs from Wuhan University are here!
These rookies have now chosen the most strenuous and consuming method.
If that's the case, then satisfy them!
The first-level warriors are now starting to attack and harass them, slowing them down and wearing down their patience.
When their patience is gone, these people will become more impatient...
Bulldozing the houses, even if they are done in rotation, the consumption of energy and blood cannot be made up in a short time.
All second- and third-grade warriors must gather together. In half an hour, follow my orders and attack and kill those third-grade warriors together!
Half an hour is not enough for them to replenish their energy and blood, so we will wait for work and kill as many as we can!"
"yes!"
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Following the middle-aged orders, cult warriors began to appear one after another to attack and harass.
Gu Xiong and others didn't care, they killed them as soon as they came, and pretended to bulldoze the houses together, with pale faces.
There are not too many buildings in Panshi Village, but there are about a hundred households.
But after more than a dozen houses at the entrance of the village were bulldozed, the full picture of Panshi Village was gradually revealed to everyone.
Glancing at the houses at the rear, Fang Ping whispered: "Just bulldoze some houses in the middle and that will be enough. Leave a few people here to pretend to recover their energy and blood."
Several third-level warriors heard this and sat down cross-legged. They threw a piece of chocolate or something into their mouths and swallowed it.
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Next, every time a few houses were bulldozed, a few people began to recover their energy and blood.
Half an hour later, Fang Ping gasped and said, "It's almost there. I guess the person is about to come out. If he doesn't come out, it means he has sneaked into the back mountain."
It has been pushed to the end. If it doesn't come out anymore, it means that everyone has run away and is no longer in the village.
Everyone retreated one after another. The blind advance at this moment made people suspicious.
"Can't leave!"
As soon as Gu Xiong finished speaking, more than ten people rushed towards the house from both sides of the house behind him!
Gu Xiong shouted: "Others support us!"
"Stop those people!"
The Great Preacher shouted loudly, and dozens of people rushed out from behind again, bypassing Fang Ping and the others, and attacked and killed Zhang Ziwei and others behind them.
The great preacher didn't talk nonsense. He glanced at Fang Ping and everyone, and shouted: "Kill all these eagle dogs and satisfy their desire for trial!"
Having said that, the big preacher came straight to Gu Xiong.
Gu Xiong didn't show any weakness, he stepped on the ground, his fists burst out with a faint glow of blood, and in the blink of an eye he started a close-quarters fight with his opponent!
"Bang!"
Before Fang Ping and the others could barely take action, Gu Xiong flew out and shouted: "Third-grade peak, here are a few more people!"
There is a huge gap between a third-grade peak warrior and a third-grade early stage warrior!
When Gu Xiong was in the second-level realm, he could fight against a mid-level third-level warrior. But now that he was in the third-level realm, he had just exchanged a few moves with the opponent before he was knocked upside down and sent flying.
As soon as he roared, Zhao Yang, Yu Xianghua and the others gave up their opponents and rushed towards the Great Mission.
Fang Ping didn't waste any time and rushed over quickly.
Six third-level warriors began to besiege the big missionary.
Fang Ping poked the opponent's thigh, but he took several steps back, his energy and blood fluctuating greatly.
"Third-grade peak warrior!"
Fang Ping's eyes were solemn. As expected, there was a clear gap between him and the third-grade junior middle class.
The opponent's defense is too strong, and once hit by a counterattack, Fang Ping and the others will be seriously injured.
Several people here were attacking the great evangelist. Chen Pengfei next to him suddenly shouted: "Third-grade high-ranking disciple, please help!"
As soon as these words came out, several third-level students nearby gave up their opponents again and began to besiege the third-level high-level martial artist Chen Pengfei was facing.
10 of the 15 third-level warriors were entangled by these two people at once.
There were still seven or eight cult warriors and third-grade warriors left, and they began to besiege the remaining students.
Even so, the students who besieged the Grand Evangelist and the third-grade high-level student were at a disadvantage, and they were constantly injured and retreated.
"Zhang Ziwei! Kill them quickly and come to help. Some of the second-level peak ones will come!"
Chen Pengfei yelled, the four third-grade and first-level warriors were being beaten and retreated steadily.
The third-grade high-level warrior they faced used an alloy long stick. When the stick was struck, everyone's energy and blood surged, and their internal organs were trembling. Chen Pengfei, as the main force, kept vomiting blood and retreating. The other three people had limited effect.
Zhang Ziwei and others were also quickly killing the cult warriors blocking the way.
However, although these people were small in number, they were all fearless and fearless, and they blocked more than 200 people at the perimeter.
The great missionary snorted coldly: "There is still a little bit of care. It does not consume much energy and blood, but it is useless to rely on this little care. If I kill you three-level people, I think next time, the eagle dogs of Wuhan University will not take us for granted."
Ignorant idea of a trial stone!”
The Great Preacher did not use weapons, and he still had the energy to speak at this moment. As he spoke, the opponent punched Zhao Yang back with a punch. Zhao Yang's face flushed, and the next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Hold him!"
Zhao Yang roared angrily, his temples instantly collapsed, and a faint glow of blood appeared on his hands, visible to the naked eye!
When everyone in Fang Ping saw this, they all clung to the big preacher. The next moment, Zhao Lei's fists were like thunder. When the big preacher was unable to defend himself, he punched him in the head.
The big preacher gave a low shout, knocked back several people around him, and raised his body suddenly. Zhao Yang's fist failed to hit his head, but hit his shoulder. There was a roar of metal collision between the two.
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"That's right. If you were a third-grade high-ranking person, I might be seriously injured. What a pity!"
The big missionary's shoulder collapsed slightly, and blood flowed out, but the root was not injured.
Zhao Yang failed to master the trick. He had just punched out nearly 200 calories of energy and blood, reaching the level of a third-level killer, but he still only slightly injured the opponent.
As for Zhao Yang himself, his energy and blood were weak and declining sharply.
On the other side, Chen Pengfei and others could no longer hold on. Fortunately, at this time, Zhang Ziwei led several second-grade peak warriors and quickly attacked and killed him, and began to tangle with the third-grade high-level warrior.
Everyone in Fang Ping somewhat overestimated themselves.
Not to mention the fourth-grade warriors, at this moment, they are only a third-grade high-level, a third-grade peak, which is a bit overwhelming for them.
The attacks the opponent casually unleashes are no less powerful than their so-called killer moves.
The opponent's burst of energy and blood was not too much.
One move after another can release twenty or thirty calories of energy and blood, and the power is probably close to their move that bursts out a hundred calories of energy and blood.
As for this great preacher, he actually didn't take many shots and relied more on his physical defense.
Gu Xiong said loudly: "He is deliberately consuming our blood!"
A third-grade peak martial artist, with qi and blood as high as 1,000 calories, and all the muscles, bones, and flesh of his body have been tempered to the peak. Except for his head and internal organs, his body is close to being indestructible.
Many times during the Great Mission, he would rather suffer minor injuries than fight back. Instead, he would allow others to attack him and rely on his strong body to resist.
Gu Xiong roared angrily, but the big preacher remained silent. This is something that everyone with a discerning eye knows. The key is that if you don't attack, he will attack you. If you are not careful, you can beat someone to death with just one move.
At this moment, everyone was riding a tiger and had no choice but to attack with all their strength. The great missionary also continued to have scars on his body, but they were all minor injuries. On the contrary, Fang Ping and others were more seriously injured, and their energy and blood were greatly consumed.
The others were a little anxious. When Fang Ping saw this, he suddenly shouted: "You go and deal with the third-grade high-ranking ones, leave it to me here!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the big preacher was a little dazed.
"What are you looking at? Go ahead!"
After saying that, Fang Ping slashed with his long sword, and his energy and blood almost condensed into the light of the sword!
The great missionary concentrated his mind and stopped being distracted. Blood flashed on his fists, and the long knife he punched continued to tremble.
"Let's see how many tricks you can use!"
Faced with a move like Fang Ping's that explodes a hundred calories of energy and blood in one move, the Great Preacher must defend himself with all his strength. But how many times can Fang Ping use such a move?
Soon, Fang Ping told him how many times it could be used!
"Dong dong dong!"
Fang Ping slashed five times in a row, and the swords exploded with a hundred calories of energy and blood, making the big preacher keep retreating.
Others didn't stop at this moment. Everyone remembered Fang Ping's advantage. He recovered his energy and blood very quickly. He didn't know what the limit was yet. But Fang Ping now used his ultimate move, forcing the big preacher to fight back with all his strength. They first
Let’s talk about that after we deal with that third-grade high-level guy.
"Um?"
The Great Preacher also frowned slightly, and just as he was about to leave Fang Ping alone, Fang Ping quickly wrapped around him and used the Continuous Slashing Sword again!
"Bang!"
After receiving several sword blows, the Great Preacher took a few steps back, and cracks appeared under his feet.
"Can we continue?"
The great missionary's eyes were cold and stern, and he snorted: "It seems that you are a genius student of Wuhan University. Killing you will be better than killing a group of second- and third-grade students!"
“You’ll know after you try it!”
Big drops of sweat dripped from Fang Ping's head, but the big preacher stopped defending, shouted low, arched his spine, and appeared in front of Fang Ping the next second, moving his fists and feet together, attacking Fang Ping's vitals.
Sweat dripped from Fang Ping's head. He defended with all his strength, but he was still beaten backwards, and his body was covered with blood.
"If you can attack, so can I!"
Fang Ping gritted his teeth, planted his heels on the ground, took a step back, opened the distance slightly, and continued to slash at the opponent with all his strength!
The great missionary's expression changed again and again. How many times had he been stabbed?
Twenty knives? Thirty knives?
The intensity of the energy and blood of a third-level peak warrior is much higher than that of a middle-level third-level warrior. The explosive power of one card of qi-blood is comparable to two or three cards below the high-level third-level warrior.
He has 1,000 calories of energy and blood, and with the same offensive power as everyone else, he can achieve the endurance of two to three thousand calories below the high level.
As for the middle-level warriors of the third rank, their Qi and blood are generally around 600 calories.
In terms of durability alone, he can kill six or seven middle-level third-grade warriors, or even more, because he is not only defensive but not offensive.
As for one-on-one, for a warrior like him, it usually only takes a few moves to defeat a third-grade mid-level warrior.
At this moment, Fang Ping was using offense instead of defense, unleashing the power of his trump card with every move. When encountering this situation, he had to retreat a little.
"Let's see how many cuts you can make!"
The Great Preacher was also cruel. He didn't believe that a mid-level warrior could really unleash unlimited bursts of big moves.
It is true that Fang Ping cannot explode infinitely, but there is no need to explode infinitely. It is enough to explode for a period of time.
Even if the big mission is just for defense, it doesn't mean it won't consume energy and blood.
When everyone besieged him before, he consumed a lot of energy, and now he is still consuming it. Fang Ping doesn't think that the other party consumes more energy than himself.
"Thirty-six cuts!"
"Thirty-seven swords..."
Fang Ping silently counted. With one stroke, more than 100,000 in wealth value was consumed. Now I am afraid that more than 4 million has been consumed.
"A warrior at the top of the third rank can really resist!"
At this moment, Fang Ping also realized that he really had his limits.
His bones were already creaking, and his skin was beginning to crack and ooze blood.
The power of Qi and blood can be replenished, but other hardware conditions are still limited.
The big preacher opposite also had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and his body was covered with knife marks, but he still smiled and said: "Is it okay?"
After saying that, he shouted loudly, and his fist quickly struck Fang Ping's throat.
Fang Ping let out a low roar and quickly pulled out his right leg, but his foot cracked after being punched, and the alloy boots that had been with him for many days were torn.
Fang Ping cried out in pain and quickly retreated, dragging his injured leg.
The great missionary was unwilling to give up and came again.
Fang Ping roared angrily and slashed out with his long sword again!
"Bang bang..."
A series of slashes came, and the Great Preacher took a breath and stopped in place.
Fang Ping, on the other hand, was panting and his whole body was soaked to the skin.
"Almost 5 million!"
Fang Ping gritted his teeth, he really suffered a big loss this time!
Including the flattening of the house and the killing of the two warriors last night, the wealth he consumed was close to tens of millions!
Moreover, his body is now covered with scars. If this continues, it will be a loss to kill this guy.
On the other side, the third-grade high-level martial artist was at the end of his rope. He fought desperately, causing everyone to retreat continuously. From time to time, some people were injured and flew out upside down, withdrawing from the battle.
Some second-grade peak warriors kept joining the battle to surround and kill this man.
As for Fang Ping, everyone can't care about it now. At least it seems that Fang Ping can hold on for a while. It won't be too late to kill the third-level high-level people first and then come to help. "Is the third-level peak person so strong?"
Fang Ping looked at the big preacher and felt a little weak. The opponent's energy and blood were almost exhausted, but the opponent was just fighting hand to hand!
Relying on physical combat, the opponent actually has the strength of the third level.
If the Great Evangelist hadn't retreated, he would have been willing to fight to the death. Even at this point, he actually had hope of escaping. It would be difficult for Fang Ping to kill the opponent. The Great Evangelist opposite smiled and gasped: "Don't look at it.
Well, we people have long known that we will die, and when we are about to die, we will kill as many as we can!
You are very interesting. You alone can probably kill a team of middle-level third-grade warriors.
It's a pity that people like you are willing to be hawks and dogs..."
Fang Ping's pupils shrank and he quickly backed away!
The next moment, the great missionary hammered his chest, blood poured out of his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Fang Ping!
Fang Ping had no time to retreat, so he gritted his teeth and held the long knife across his chest.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and the blade of the long knife dented a little. Fang Ping felt severe pain in his chest and flew backwards, with blood pouring out of his mouth.
"Not dead yet? Have your organs been tempered?"
The pale-faced preacher was also a little surprised and quickly chased after him.
Fang Ping fell to the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth as if it was money.
"grass!"
Fang Ping was angry and thankful at the same time. The previous body-building pill had tempered his internal organs, so that his internal organs would not be as fragile as ordinary people, otherwise he would be shocked to death with just one punch.
Seeing the long knife dent a little, Fang Ping felt very distressed again.
At this moment, a desperate roar came from the side, and more than a dozen third-level warriors finally killed the third-level high-level warrior.
The great preacher's face changed slightly and his steps slowed down.
Gu Xiong and others also rushed to rescue Fang Ping, while Chen Yunxi and others hurried over to help Fang Ping.
Over there, Gu Xiong and the others have become entangled with the big missionary.
When Fang Ping saw this situation, he held his chest and turned his head to look at Chen Yunxi and said, "Do you have any life-saving pills? Lend me one!"
Chen Yunxi quickly stuffed a pill into him. Fang Ping swallowed it in one gulp and said angrily: "Get out of the way, he is mine!"
This guy, I must kill him today!
If you don't hack him to death, this mission will really hurt your body.
Everyone in Gu Xiong was also injured. Hearing this, Zhao Yang said angrily: "Now is not the time to show off as a hero!"
"Get out of the way, or you'll pay me for the elixir!"
Fang Ping was so angry that he didn't care so much. The next moment, he rushed in with a knife. The blood on the blade became more dazzling, blood overflowed, and the power of the explosion was three times greater than before.
Seeing that he ignored the enemy and himself, everyone in Zhao Yang retreated.
"This guy..."
No one knew what to say!
Fang Ping went back and forth, how many times had he used his ultimate move?
Is this still a life-saving trick?
Fang Ping's attack has not yet reached the level of a special move, but his continuous slashes are not much different from a special move.
According to everyone's speculation, the energy and blood consumption may have exceeded 5,000 calories!
From this, we can also see how big the gap is between the third-grade peak and everyone else.
Even with such an outburst, Fang Ping was almost punched to death.
Seeing Fang Ping slashing wildly, the great missionary's energy and blood were exhausted, and he could only rely on physical strength to fight back. Everyone watched for a while, and Gu Xiong shouted loudly: "Finish the attack, search the village, kill them all!"
As for Fang Ping, five third-level warriors whose energy and blood consumption were not too serious are on standby at any time, preparing for rescue.
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"Life-saving elixir, 200 credits! One elixir will cost me everything. I won't give up until I hack you to death today!"
Fang Ping was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood at this moment. Moreover, the Fengzui knife was damaged, the alloy boots were torn, and nearly 10 million worth of wealth was consumed!
Such a loss, just because of one person, how could he not be angry?
"I don't believe it. At the peak of the third level, you are really indestructible! The shock will shock all your organs to pieces!"
Fang Ping's bones creaked, and the missionary felt uncomfortable. Blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and by the end, it was mixed with fragments of internal organs.
No one has ever thought that a mid-level third-level warrior could use Baika's moves to explode nearly a hundred swords. This kind of fighting style can no longer be described except as a rogue.
Just when the bones in Fang Ping's hand were numb from the chop, the Great Preacher knelt down with a bang, and Fang Ping slashed the opponent's head with one blow.
The next moment, Fang Ping also collapsed on the ground, muttering: "Finally hacked to death..."
But at this time, Fang Ping couldn't be happy.
This mission made him feel frustrated throughout the whole process. Even if he killed the strongest third-grade peak warrior... the price was too high.
"More than a hundred cuts, nearly ten thousand blood... If Old Man Li lies down and lets me cut him, will he die if I cut him?"
At this moment, Fang Ping thought of Old Man Li's words again. He lay down and let Fang Ping chop him, but Fang Ping couldn't chop him to death.
Fang Ping scoffed before, but now he really believes it. If he doesn't chop off his head, he might not be able to kill him.