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Volume One Chapter 353 Hunting (1)

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    Hell Elevator

    The only passage connecting all levels of hell, Yama took the elevator as usual and prepared to go to where he wanted to go this time, the Thirteenth Level of Hell - Book_) Although Ksitigarbha did not give instructions, Yama did not want to let Ksitigarbha  He had to worry about small things. He wanted to eliminate the root cause. Since he had dealt with Shi Bafang, he simply killed all of Shi Bafang's companions. The first thing he wanted to deal with was Han Yu, the strongest of Shi Bafang's group.

    "Ding" followed the elevator beep, and a "Thirteen" was displayed on the monitor. Yama Luo came back to his senses and stepped out of the elevator. As soon as he got out of the elevator, Yama realized that something was wrong. The place he was at at this time was not  There are thirteen levels of hell, but the tenth level

    "Whoa!" Just when Yama turned around and was about to return to the elevator, the door of the elevator slammed shut. Yama Luo secretly yelled, "This situation is obviously premeditated."

    "It seems you have noticed it." There was a question behind him. Yan Luo looked back, squinted his eyes and asked, "Are you here to avenge Shi Bafang?"

    "It seems you know me," the visitor nodded and replied.

    "As an object that needs to be eliminated, you must know the appearance before you can eliminate it." Yan Luo secretly made preparations and stared at the person who came.

    "Hmph Confidence is a good thing, but it also depends on whether you have the strength to do it. Let's stay far away before we attack. I don't want to destroy the only way back to the ground."

    "It's just what I wanted. By the way, where are your other companions? Come together to save me the trouble of taking care of them one by one." Yama Luo looked at the person who came and said

    Hearing this, the visitor looked Yama Luo up and down, sighed and said: "Looking at you, you are already a big man. Can you please stop using this childish provocation? You are an idiot, and don't think that others are idiots like you.  "If Han Yu were standing by, he would definitely sigh that under his influence, Ning Ping had finally mastered what he had achieved. When he and Ning Ping first met, it was almost as if he wouldn't answer if you didn't ask, and he wouldn't necessarily answer if you asked.  The master of the answer, and now that sharp-tongued person, just looking at the fact that Yama, who was originally as black as the bottom of a pot, has turned black and translucent, you can tell that what Ning Ping said has the lethality to Yama.

    Without saying a word, he followed Ning Ping to about two miles away from the elevator. Yan Luo drew out his sword and pointed it at Ning Ping and shouted: "Come, let me chop you with one knife."

    "I'm standing here. If you want to chop me, just come." Ning Ping slowly drew out the Qingyun Sword and said to Yan Luo in a cold voice.

    Yan Luo didn’t move, staring straight at the Qingyun Sword in Ning Ping’s hand. After a long time, he asked: “Is the Qingyun Sword you are holding in your hand?”

    "good"

    "Hmph, haha" Yan Luo burst out laughing, and Ning Ping looked at Yan Luo coldly until Yan Luo stopped laughing and saw Yan Luo staring greedily at the Qingyun Sword in Ning Ping's hand, saying: "Good luck, really good luck  I didn’t expect that I could meet a legendary treasure here, and it’s also a top-grade treasure. God really treats me well, boy. No matter what your background is, the Qingyun Sword in your hand belongs to me.”

    "Everyone can tell lies. The Qingyun Sword is right here. If you have the ability, come and get it. I won't give the Qingyun Sword to you just because of your words."

    "Hehehethat's exactly what I planned to do with the knife." Yan Luo shouted and the nine-ringed sword in his hand went straight to Ningping's head and chopped it down.

    Mixed with the pressure of Mount Tai, a faint sound of wind and thunder could be heard. Ning Ping no longer dared to despise Yama in front of him. He raised the Qingyun Sword with both hands and pushed it upward with force. A loud "dang" sound was heard on Ning Ping's hands.  His feet were half an inch into the ground, while Yama took two steps back.

    "The good sword is indeed a legendary treasure. Even my sword was broken. This makes people want to take this sword as their own." Yan Luo looked at the nine-ring sword in his hand and shouted.  shouted

    Ning Ping concentrated on waiting for Yan Luo's next attack when he saw Yan Luo shout loudly, and bursts of black energy began to emit from his whole body. He slowly wrapped the nine-ring sword in his hand in the black mist.  The nine-ring sword looks more like an iron rod_Pao&Book&

    "Come on!" Yan Luo shouted and pounced on Ning Ping again.

    Passive defense is not Ning Ping's style. When Yama Luo pounced on him again, Ning Ping moved and faced Yama head on. Yan Luo was overjoyed when he saw this, and shouted: "Well done." The nine-ringed sword in his hand shined on Ning Ping's head.  Cracked down again

    Ningping did not use Qingyun Sword to resist this time. Before, he wanted to test the power of Yama. Now it was his turn to attack.

    A sword went straight to Yama's throat and stabbed it

    If this sword hits, Yama Luo will be finished immediately, and Ning Ping will die as a result. Yama Luo is very aware of the consequences, and this kind of consequences is what Yama Luo doesn't want to see. He hooks up with a little-known person in his own eyes.  Yama thinks his own life is not worth it precisely becauseThis kind of thought caused Yama Luo to fall into a passive position, struggling to parry Ning Ping's attacks one after another. Not long after, Yama Luo's body had been opened several times. Although the injuries were not serious, he still looked very scary.

    "Huhu, you are very good. You can push me to this point. For a little person like you, you are already worthy of pride." Yan Luo held the knife and said to Ning Ping while panting.

    "Don't take yourself too seriously. In my eyes, you are nothing." Ning Ping replied coldly, and then launched another attack. He would not let Yama take the opportunity to recover his strength and kill you while you were sick.

    "Haha!" Just when Ning Ping was approaching Yan Luo, Yan Luo suddenly shouted, and a black energy spread from Yan Luo's feet. Ning Ping hurriedly moved the Qingyun Sword across his chest, and when the Qingyun Sword came into contact with the black energy  At that moment, the Qingyun Sword burst out with a burst of dazzling light, preventing the black energy from getting close to it.

    "I've known that Qingyun Sword is a good thing, but I didn't expect it to have this function. Boy, I want to know more and more where you got this sword." In the black mist, a dull voice came to Ning  Ping didn't answer, he just stared at the black mist not far away from him, vaguely feeling that something disgusting was forming in the black mist.

    "Answer" Seeing that Ning Ping didn't speak, two red lights suddenly appeared in the black mist, and a violent voice came from the black mist, which shocked Ning Ping's mind and almost let go of the Qingyun Sword in his hand.

    The black fog dissipated, and a three-meter-tall human monster appeared in front of Ning Ping. His top was broken by the bulging muscles, but judging from the black and purple pants and the face as black as the bottom of a pot, he was standing at this moment.  The one in front of Ningping is Yama

    At this time, Yama's appearance changed drastically. He didn't look like a human being at first, but now he transformed and looked more like a monster than a human. He had two big copper bell eyes that glowed red, and two huge fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth.  Thick black bristles grew on both sides of the black pot bottom's cheeks, looking like a wild boar. The nine-ring sword in the hands of a wild boar also completely changed its appearance at this moment, turning into a black mane with a sharp tip at the top.  The stabbing mace is being held by Yama

    "Huhu" Yan Luo gasped, staring at Ningping with his eyes. He suddenly roared, dragged his mace backwards, took long steps and rushed towards Ningping with loud noises.

    When Ning Ping saw this, he gritted his teeth and faced him head-on.

    This is a wrong decision

    When the two of them were fighting, Yan Luo roared angrily, clasping the handle of the mace with both hands, and aimed a strike at Ning Ping that swept away thousands of troops. Ning Ping raised his Qingyun Sword to parry and block, but Ning Ping forgot.  Noticing the power gap between the two sides at this time, Yan Luo roared again, and Ning Ping was immediately knocked away with the Qingyun Sword.

    Ning Ping felt a pain from the tiger's mouth, and the hand holding the Qingyun Sword split open and blood flowed out.

    "Damn it!" Ning Ping cursed secretly and reached into his arms to take out the healing bottle that Han Mengxin had prepared for him. At this moment, Ning Ping felt a blackness above his head. When he looked up, he saw that Yama had already appeared above his head.  , holding up the mace in his hand

    "Peng"

    With a loud noise, the place where Ning Ping was was dented by Yama's mace, and spider webs appeared on the ground around it.

    When the dust that was stirred up fell, Yan Luo wanted to admire his masterpiece, but found that his stick had missed the target, and Ning Ping, who should have been smashed to death, was standing in an open space not far away, looking at him.

    "Roar" Yan Luo let out an angry roar, and once again dragged his mace backwards and rushed towards Ning Ping. This time Ning Ping did not take the initiative to fight. He smiled at Yan Luo, turned around without hesitation, and ran away. The two of you are chasing me.  The marathon started on the tenth level of hell.

    Compared to Ning Ping, who went into battle lightly, Yama Luo seemed to suffer a lot. The mace in his hand was heavy, and the heavy armor on his body was also heavy. Coupled with his own weight, Yama started to huff and puff after not running for long.  Panting, he was determined not to pursue him, but as soon as Yan Luo turned around, Ning Ping came over like a dog-skin plaster, and aimed a sword at Yan Luo's unprotected butt.

    Yan Luo, who was stabbed in the butt, was immediately furious and turned around again. After Ning Ping succeeded in the attack, he did not hesitate to fight and turned around to continue running. Once Yan Luo wanted to retreat, Ning Ping came over to harass Yan Luo. Although Yan Luo also pretended to turn around and leave several times,  In fact, it was an attempt to lure Ning Ping to attack, but it never succeeded. Ning Ping saw through it every time.

    Like a wild boar with no brute force, Yama Luo was entangled and harassed by Ning Ping, who was like a cheetah. His physical strength was being consumed bit by bit, but he was still unable to hurt Ning Ping.

    Finally, Yan Luo couldn't stand it anymore, and looked up to the sky and let out a long howl. After the black mist dissipated, he once again changed back to the appearance he had at the beginning of the battle with Ning Ping. The only difference was that the weapon in his hand was neither a wolf nor a wolf.  Teeth??, it is not a nine-ring sword, but a long sword that is entirely green.

    "You are amazing. You can push me to this point. However, your pride can only end here. I will use this Ghost Crying Sword to send you into endless regret." Yama Luo looked at the person in front of him.  Ning Ping announced fiercely.

    "I've told you more than once, things are done, not spoken, and anyone can tell lies." Ning Ping replied with a nonchalant expression, but in his heart he was already on guard. Ning Ping felt  When he came out, the green long sword held by Yama Luo was definitely a fierce weapon.

    "You can only take advantage of the fact that you can be proud now. Wait a minute, I will make you not even have the chance to cry." Yan Luo sneered, holding the hilt of the Ghost Crying Sword with both hands, and twisted it hard, and the hilt of the Ghost Crying Sword was released.  It was twisted open and stretched again, revealing the hilt hidden in the hilt. It was a hilt composed of countless human heads and skulls. As this hilt was stretched out, bursts of ghostly cries were heard.  Emerging from the hilt of the Ghost Crying Sword, gray ghosts of injustice ran out from the hilt and flew around Yama Luo's body.

    "To be honest, I don't want to use this Ghost Crying Sword if it's not necessary, but now you are honored. You will become the hundredth person to die under this sword. Your soul will not disappear, waiting for you.  There will be endless torture and death is just a luxury wish for you." Yama Luo stared at Ning Ping opposite and said coldly.

    Hearing Yan Luo's chilling announcement, Ning Ping did not refute. He just stretched out his left index finger and stroked the Qingyun Sword held in his right hand hard. When the Qingyun Sword came into contact with Ning Ping's blood, the Qingyun Sword's body  A layer of golden light emerged, which made Yan Luo look stunned. However, after careful observation, Yan Luo smiled confidently: "You just know a little about the functions of Qingyun Sword, you can't win against my Ghost Crying Sword."

    "Whether you can win or not, you won't know until you try it," Ning Ping said coldly.

    Yan Luo was stunned when he heard the words, and then he smiled arrogantly and said: "As expected, I will show you how powerful the Ghost Crying Sword is." As he said that, Yama Luo casually waved the Ghost Crying Sword in his hand, and immediately a clearly identifiable one appeared.  Ben Ningping, who looked like a skull with a mouth, rushed over.

    Ning Ping did not hesitate to slash the Qingyun Sword at the flying skull.

    "Bang" The skull that flew over exploded with a loud noise, and Ning Ping was also blown away. Although he was not injured, his right hand holding the Qingyun Sword was shaking.

    When Yan Luo saw this, he grinned and shouted: "Ghost prison!" As soon as he finished speaking, two black lines appeared on the ground from behind Yan Luo, and smoothly attacked behind Ning Ping. Ningping stood there quietly without making any movement.  When the black lines converged, Yama smiled proudly and said: "You gave up your last chance to escape, so prepare to die." As he said that, Yama grabbed the hilt of the sword with skulls carved on it with both hands, raised it above his head and rotated it.  Along with the rotation of the Ghost Crying Sword, there were sudden gloomy winds all around Yama, and ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, as if countless innocent souls were flying around Yama's body at this moment.

    "Have you thought about your last words?" Yan Luo asked Ning Ping loudly while spinning the Ghost Crying Sword in his hand.

    "I won't die, it will be you who will die." Ning Ping squatted down slightly, pointing the Qingyun Sword at Yama Luo diagonally in his hand

    "You are not ashamed to speak loudly," Yama Luo shouted. While stopping the rotation of the Ghost Crying Sword, he jumped up high and went straight to Ningping to strike down.

    "Uh-huh" Ning Ping puffed up his cheeks and spat out a mouthful of blood on his Qingyun Sword. Then, taking advantage of the Qingyun Sword's great sword light, he swung his sword to meet the Ghost Crying Sword in Yama Luo's hand.

    After a violent explosion, Yan Luo swung the Qingyun Sword away from Ning Ping's hand, and then stabbed Ning Ping with the sword. As the Ghost Crying Sword got closer and closer to Ning Ping, Yan Luo's mouth was already grinning, ready  Be prepared to laugh after success

    At this moment, Ning Ping, who was bare-handed, showed no panic on his face. When the Ghost Crying Sword was about to stab him, he raised his hands to meet it and firmly caught the blade of the Ghost Crying Sword.

    "Seizing the sword with bare hands" Yan Luo was shocked. Just as he was about to react, he saw Ning Ping catching the Ghost Crying Sword with both hands and exerting force. The Ghost Crying Sword, known as the magic weapon, was suddenly broken into two pieces. Yan Luo was stunned for a moment, and this  Being stunned for a moment was fatal to Yama Luo. Ning Ping would not give Yama Luo time to be stunned. After breaking the Ghost Crying Sword, Ning Ping opened his hands and struck first with two winds piercing his ears, hitting Yama Luo with stars in his eyes.  He consciously threw half of the Ghost Crying Sword in his hand, and then Ning Ping kicked his yin foot fiercely, directly hitting the root of the descendant of Yama.

    "Oh" Yama's mouth immediately turned into a round shape, beating enough to fit an egg, and his body naturally arched up.

    Ning Ping took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. He grabbed Yan Luo's two wind-catching ears with both hands and pressed them hard. At the same time, he raised his right knee. At this moment, Yan Luo's hands were busy comforting himself.The younger brother had no ability to resist at all, and allowed his black face to come into close contact with Ning Ping's knees.

    "Bang, bang, bang" three consecutive fierce attacks, Yan Luo's face could no longer be seen, and his face was covered with blood. Ning Ping let go of Yan Luo's two wind-catching ears, and kicked Yama Luo to the ground. Yama Luo had lost the ability to resist at this time, and immediately  He fell to the ground on his back, watching Ning Ping pick up the Qingyun Sword and walk to him, his lips moved slightly.

    "Any last words?" Ning Ping frowned and looked at Yan Luo and asked

    "Why, why can you take the sword with your bare hands?" Yan Luo asked intermittently, his eyes full of unwillingness and confusion. Yan Luo knew better than anyone what kind of sword the Ghost Crying Sword was. He couldn't believe that Ning Ping had touched the Ghost Crying Sword with his hands.  Nothing happened at all

    Ning Ping put the Qingyun Sword in his right hand against Yama Luo's throat, shook his left hand at Yama, and said calmly: "It's easy to see if you have a good master? These are the heavenly silk gloves my master gave me. They are invulnerable to swords, guns, water and fire."  Function, as for you wondering why I am immune to the invasion of the ghosts in the Ghost Crying Sword, don’t forget that the previous Qingyun Sword has offset the energy of the ghosts condensed in the Ghost Crying Sword. When I grabbed the white blade with my bare hands, the Ghost Crying Sword only  It’s just a long sword of good quality.”

    After listening to Ning Ping's explanation, Yan Luo showed a relieved smile, then glared at Ning Ping and said: "Don't be proud, even if I die, my companions will avenge me. You and your companions will not be the same."  Don’t even think about surviving”

    "You don't need to worry about this. Maybe your companion is already waiting for you." After saying this, Ning Ping moved his right hand forward.

    "Pfft" (To be continued) {Piaotia Literature www.piaotia.net thanks all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}
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