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Chapter 87 Yongchun Hou, died!
"Good come!"

He Ping'an's fists shone with golden light, one punch met the blood fist, and the other punch hit Yong Chunhou's head.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two fought hundreds of times in an instant. Although the gang wind suddenly became smaller at this time, it was not that the power became smaller, but that the fist strength and true essence were restrained. All blasted into the opponent's body.

In mid-air, two figures, one gold and one blood, flew back backwards, and then flew out as if teleporting, and collided fiercely.

Between the two of them, the most intense and cruel hand-to-hand combat unfolded, with punches to the flesh and blood in every move.

In just a few breaths, each of them left dozens of scars on each other's body, but in an instant, they were restored by the powerful self-healing ability of the physical body.

At this moment, He Pingan's figure flashed, his speed exploded to the extreme, and he suddenly appeared behind Yongchun Hou, punching the opponent's back.

The fist hit the back of the opponent, but it felt like it was in the air. It turned out that it was just the afterimage left by the opponent's speed.

On the right side of the body, a ghostly figure flashed, and bloody punches blasted out, exuding countless tyrannical and bloodthirsty breaths.

He Ping'an's body twisted for a while, avoiding the vital point, his right shoulder was swept by the bloody fist, the golden light on his body was scattered, and he let out a muffled groan.

He punched the figure of Marquis Yongchun with a punch, but hit nothing again.

Yongchun Hou appeared behind him, his right leg was like a steel whip, kicking He Pingan's lower back, sending him flying for more than ten miles before he stabilized his figure.

The golden light on the body surface was crumbling, as if it had been seriously injured.

"Today, this Marquis will take your soul out to avenge Fan'er and Brother Qian."

A flash of pleasure in Yongchun Hou's bloody eyes, and then disappeared in He Ping'an's eyes.

He Pingan has been testing the strength of the avatar. It seems that the strength of the avatar is the strength of the middle stage of the first rank even if it is fully used in eight or nine Xuangong.

With a thought, the main body thousands of miles away transmits the Taoism in the body to the avatar, and the magic power in the whole body is as deep as the sea, stirring endlessly.

The Marquis of Yongchun reappeared behind him, and punched He Pingan's back of the head with a punch, bloody and bloody, and with this punch, he would completely decide the winner.

Just as the bloody punch was thrown out, He Pingan, who had his back to him, turned around at a speed several times faster than before.

With a calm expression on his face, he spread the five fingers of his right hand lightly towards the bloody fist shadow.

Something bad suddenly flashed in Yongchunhou's heart, for some reason, the light-looking palm made him a little terrified.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, endless blood condensed in the front of the fist, and countless afterimages were brought out by the strength of the fist, which smashed towards He Pingan at a speed that was a few minutes faster than before.

Among the countless afterimages, He Ping'an's palm accurately grasped Yongchunhou's fist.

"Boom"

Fist and palm collided, there was no expected explosion sound, only a soft sound.

Marquis Yongchun threw a punch with all his strength, but He Ping'an's body was not even shaken, and he caught it firmly. The surrounding blood was raging, but he couldn't enter He Ping'an's body at all.

The bloody light in Yongchunhou's eyes suddenly appeared, and the endless bloody light contained on the front of the fist all detonated.

"Crack!"

There was a sound of bones breaking in the ears of the two of them.

As the sound sounded, bone-piercing pain came from his arm. Only then did Yongchun Hou realize that his right fist held by He Pingan had been crushed into fine bone dregs by him at this moment. All over the sky.

Originally, where the fist was at the front, there was only a bloody and empty wrist left there.

"No, how could his strength improve so quickly?"

Under the severe pain, Marquis Yongchun regained some consciousness, his complexion changed, his body retreated quickly, the real energy in his body rolled, rushing to his right arm, trying to recover his crushed right fist.

"Stab!"

He had only retreated halfway, when Marquis Yongchun felt a pain in his right shoulder, and He Pingan had torn his entire right arm from his body.

Blood spilled in the air!
invincible
Just as this thought flashed through Yongchunhou's mind, He Ping'an's figure had disappeared from before him, and when he reappeared, he was behind him.

Before Yongchunhou could dodge, He Ping'an's right foot had already passed across his waist like a sword of a fairy soldier.

There was a burst of severe pain, and He Pingan kicked Yongchunhou from the waist down.

Countless bright red blood sprayed out from the mirror-like smooth section of the lower half.

Before the bloody flesh fell to the ground, it was torn apart by the golden light and disappeared in smoke.

In mid-air, only the bloody upper body of Marquis Yongchun was floating in the air, looking extremely miserable.

The surface of the body is filled with blood, trying to restore the physical body.

A martial artist of the first grade has extremely tenacious vitality, even if only the upper body is left, he will not die, and his powerful physical body recovery ability can restore the physical body within a few breaths.

It's just that the blood light has just floated up, and above the section of the body, the golden light is like a gangrene attached to the bone. The blood light has just repaired a trace of the flesh body, and the golden light destroys the trace of the flesh body that has just recovered.

"who are you?"

Yongchun Hou's hoarse voice sounded.

He really couldn't figure out how Wu Fan got into trouble with such a terrifying existence.

In his memory, only the legendary True Immortal Martial Saint can reach He Pingan's strength at this time.

Originally, it took about five years for the blood of the martial saint to be gradually refined, so that he could fully integrate into the body, integrate the will of the martial saint and martial arts, and climb to the peak of the first rank.

But in order to deal with He Pingan, he hastily refined the blood of the Martial Saint, and his cultivation base was fixed at the late stage of the first rank of Martial Arts, and he could not advance.

And there are some sequelae, although the cultivation base is improved, the lifespan will not increase.

"The principle of answering questions is equivalent exchange!"

He Pingan showed a hint of sarcasm, and then said: "If you want to know who I am, you have to answer me with questions of the same value."

"For example, where did your Martial Saint blood come from?"

"I can't tell you about my martial arts essence and blood!"

When Marquis Yongchun heard He Pingan asked this question, he paused, showing a trace of fear for the first time.

Even when half of his body was blown up by He Pingan just now, he didn't have such a reaction.

He Pingan was secretly curious, what kind of existence could make a monk of the first rank of martial arts so afraid?
"Since you don't want to say it, I'll check it out myself!"

He Pingan struck out with a palm, and the 8000-year-old mana turned into a solid golden hand, crushing the remaining body of Yongchunhou.

With a big golden hand, he grabbed the soul of Yongchun Hou who was trying to escape, and then pierced his powerful consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness, searching for the soul!

Marquis Yongchun's powerful martial arts will frantically resisted, but facing He Pingan's spiritual consciousness which was several times stronger than him, it was equivalent to no resistance.

"boom"

Just when He Pingan searched for a ray of information in Yongchunhou's spiritual consciousness, in the distant void, a terrifying force came to crush He Pingan across an endless distance of thousands of miles.

"roll!"

He Ping'an's consciousness rolled out, and collided with that strange force in the void.

"Boom!"

Although the two consciousnesses only clashed in the air, it still caused the void to tremble and the earth to roar.

Above the void, dark clouds rolled and the wind raged. In an instant, the sky was dark, like the end of the world.

The spiritual consciousness of both sides collided, and the soul of Yongchun Hou was struck by lightning, unable to withstand the aftermath of the confrontation between the two spiritual consciousness, it shattered loudly.

Marquis of Yongchun, who had dominated the southern border for many years and was about to be promoted to the first rank of Zhen Guo, fell completely!

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