Chapter 6142

These two words, like two resounding slaps, were struck Wu Lie’s face and on the hearts of all the martial artists.
Wu Lie’s face was pale, shame and anger, and he finally realized that the young man in front of him was a hundred or thousand times more terrifying than he had imagined!
“I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it!
He gritted his teeth and shot again.
This time, he no longer retained, and displayed the strongest martial arts, fists, shadows, and palm winds were intertwined into a net, and the moves were deadly, and he wanted to tear Chen Ping to pieces.
However, the ending remains unchanged.
Chen Ping still did not dodge or dodge, standing like a needle in the sea.
Every punch hit Chen Ping, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, without the slightest ripple.
Every palm was slapped on Chen Ping’s chest, but it was like a breeze blowing on the hill, unable to shake it in the slightest.
After ten moves.
Wu Lie was panting and sweating, and the fear in his eyes was already full to the extreme.
His hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and there were sharp pains from his phalanges, as if he was not hitting someone just now, but he was hitting the Ten Thousand Year Xuantie with his flesh and blood.
And Chen Ping was still standing there quietly, looking at him condescendingly, his eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without waves.
“Enough fighting?”
Chen Ping asked softly, his voice was a little weird.
Wu Lie opened his mouth, wanting to say harsh words and threaten, but found that his throat was dry and he couldn’t say a word.
The trembling that came from the depths of his soul made him completely lose his fighting spirit.
Chen Ping slowly raised his hand.
The movements are slow and light.
Then, slap it with a palm.
“Poof……”
made a muffled sound.
Wu Lie’s arrogant head instantly exploded like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer!
Red and white splashed all over the ground.
The headless corpse shook, then “plopped” and fell straight to the ground.
The head of the Wu family, a strong man in the true immortal realm, Wu Lie, fall!
Died so crisply, so aggrieved, so …… It’s ridiculous.
The audience was dead and silent.
The needle can be heard.
Those guests, those warrior children, and those surviving guards were all dumbfounded, as if they had been immobilized.
Wu Lie, who is a real fairyland, just died like this?
was slapped to death by a boy of the third rank of the fairyland, like a fly slapped to death?
Is this world crazy?
Chen Ping withdrew his hand, his eyes calmly swept across the audience.
Wherever the gaze reached, everyone lowered their heads, and no one dared to look at them.
“Who else?”
Three words, calm as water, but like thunder in everyone’s heart.
No one dared to move.
No one dared to make a sound.
Even the sound of breathing was deliberately suppressed to the minimum.
Wu Lingyun slumped on the chair, already incontinent, urine flowed down his trouser legs, but he didn’t realize it.
He looked at his father’s headless corpse, looked at the blood all over the ground, his brain went blank, and only endless despair remained.
Chen Ping stepped forward and walked towards him.
Every step he took seemed to step on Wu Lingyun’s heart, making him almost suffocate and his heartbeat stopped.
Finally, Chen Ping stopped in front of him.
The shadow shrouded him, and Wu Lingyun felt as if he was choked by death.
“Wu Lingyun.”
Chen Ping spoke, his voice was still calm, and he couldn’t hear joy or anger.
“I said, in this world, there are some things that you can’t touch.
There are some people you can’t afford to mess with.
Wu Lingyun opened his mouth, wanting to kneel down and beg for mercy, kowtowing to admit his mistake, and wanting to say that he was forced by his father……
But extreme fear blocked his throat, he couldn’t make any sound, he could only convulse and cry.
Chen Ping looked at him, there was no pity in his eyes, only a kind of indifference that saw through the world.
He slowly raised his right hand and lightly clicked his index finger.
At the fingertips, a wisp of brilliant golden awn condensed, like a star falling.
“Poof……”
The golden light flashed.
A thumb-thick blood hole instantly pierced Wu Lingyun’s eyebrows, leaked out from his forehead, and exploded a cloud of blood mist on the back of his head.
Wu Lingyun’s body stiffened suddenly, and the expression on his face was forever frozen at that moment – horror, despair, and remorse.
He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t say anything.
“Bang ……”
The body fell to the ground, its eyes wide open, and it was dead.
Wu Lingyun, falling.
Chen Ping withdrew his hand, as if he had just dusted off an annoying mosquito.
He turned around and looked at Chen Wanqing, who had been standing quietly aside.
Chen Wanqing stood there, tears sliding silently, wet her clothes.
She looked at Wu Lingyun’s corpse, looked at Wu Lie’s headless corpse, looked at the blood and mess all over the ground, and an indescribable emotion surged in her heart.
It was the grief that had been backlogged for several days, the pleasure after revenge, and the deep shock and awe of the man in front of him.
Father, elders, members of the Chen family……
Do you see it?
Revenge, avenged.
Moreover, the report is so thorough and hearty!
Chen Ping walked up to her, stretched out his hand, and gently patted her thin shoulder.
The hand was warm and powerful, instantly dispelling the chill in her heart.
“Let’s go.”
His voice was still light, but there was a reassuring power.
“There are also people in the temple waiting for us.”
Chen Wanqing raised her head, looked at him with teary eyes, and nodded vigorously.
……
Half an hour later.
Yunxian City, a temple branch.
This magnificent hall, once majestic and symbolizing the supreme power of the temple, is now in ruins.
Among the ruins of the broken wall, the smoke of gunpowder has not yet dissipated.
The corpses of the three temple elders fell in a pool of blood, and those invincible expressions before their deaths were left with only distortion and horror at this moment.
More than twenty elite soldiers of the temple, also none of them were alive, and they were all killed in one blow.
Chen Ping stood in the center of the ruins, his golden robe swaying slightly in the wind, still as clean as new, not stained with the slightest bit of dust.
It seemed that the massacre just now had nothing to do with him, he just passed by here and brushed off a few grains of dust.
Behind him, Chen Wanqing, Mingli, and Liu Qianqian watched all this quietly, setting off stormy waves in their hearts.
The tears on Chen Wanqing’s face have dried.
She looked at the corpses of the enemies who had destroyed her family, and there was no hatred in her eyes, only complete relief.
“Chen Ping.”
She spoke softly, her voice a little hoarse.
Chen Ping looked back at her.
Chen Wanqing took a deep breath, walked up to him, tidied up her clothes, bowed deeply, and did not get up for a long time.
“Thank you.”
These three words are as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Chen Ping shook his head and stretched out his hand to help her up, his movements were natural and casual.
“You don’t have to thank me.”
He looked into the distance, and his tone was as flat as water:
“The martial arts and the temple have cause and effect with me.” Helping you is just doing it handily, and it is also helping myself.
Chen Wanqing looked at him, her eyes red again.
She wanted to say something more grateful, but found that in the face of such absolute strength and bearing, any words seemed pale and powerless.
Chen Ping smiled slightly, his smile was like spring breeze and rain, but with the calmness of looking at the world.