purgatory artist

Chapter 447 Liu Ping's Battle

A strong wind hit.

Liu Ping stood motionless, his hand already on the prison scabbard.

But that fist stopped abruptly in front of him, and didn't move any further.

The middle-aged man's eyes twitched, and he said in a low voice, "Why don't you hide?"

"Hiding? I can't dodge it." Liu Ping said as a matter of course.

The middle-aged man collected himself and looked out of the crowd, only to see several policemen walking towards here.

I only heard Liu Ping say slowly:
"I'm only 15 years old. I don't have a spirit. I'm just an ordinary person. I haven't signed a life-and-death contract with you. If I were punched by a martial artist like you who possesses the spirit of the world, I would probably die immediately."

"What do you want to say?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Blood Heart Flow Martial Arts Gym has been closed, and the only boxer was going to take the newly recruited disciple away, but he was stopped by you group, the big bullied the small, the more bullied the less, and he wanted to beat a 15-year-old disciple to death in the street -"

While talking, Liu Ping looked around and sighed:
"What a bunch of beasts practicing martial arts."

The voice fell.

The police have squeezed in.

The middle-aged man was extremely annoyed, he clenched his fists, but he didn't dare to kill again.

"What's going on here! Who called the police!"

The chief sheriff asked loudly.

"We called the police." Liu Ping said.

"I saw what happened just now, since it's all right now, let's go." The sheriff said.

Everyone didn't move.

The sheriff walked to the martial arts hall, patted the closed notice and said loudly:

"This is a notice from the Wumeng. The museum is already closed, and you still come to surround his door. Why? Now you don't even listen to Wumeng's words?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Sheriff, we are just out shopping, it seems that no one is in the way."

The anger on the police chief's face disappeared in a flash, and he said, "The 32 martial arts clubs are really arrogant. They not only killed Wumeng officials in the street, but also blocked people in the street here."

"What did you say? Who killed the members of the Wumeng?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Forget it, I don't care about things here, I'm just a little policeman, look, people from the Wumeng have already arrived." The police chief said.

Everyone looked together.

I saw a black shadow flying from the sky, and landed lightly and skillfully in front of the door of Xuexinliu Martial Arts Hall.

It turned out to be an old man with a cane.

Everyone changed their complexions, and hurriedly saluted: "Master Grandmaster!"

The old man turned a blind eye, looked around, and said in surprise:
"Huh? It's quite lively. It's not in vain for me to come out and take this experience."

The sheriff hastily stepped forward and said:
"My lord, did you see it just now?"

"I see—I'm sorry, we warriors are really hard to control and have caused you trouble." The old man said.

"Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it! See if you have any orders, the little one will wait here." The sheriff said quickly.

The old man looked around at the intersection.

The warriors blocked all passable intersections, and stood on the inner three floors and the outer three floors in black.

The old man sighed and said: "Originally we saw more killings among warriors, and that's fine, but now I understand Xiao Zuo a little bit—"

He looked back at Liu Ping.

"Master Grandmaster." Liu Ping saluted.

"You called the police?" the old man asked.

"Yes."

"What about gold?"

"I gave it to Mr. Zuo."

"What did Xiao Zuo say?"

"He told us to just go, and he took care of things."

"Tsk... he is also an idiot."

"Master Zuo's righteousness is so generous to Yuntian, he is indeed a real man in this world."

"Hmph, you know how to let others put guns on you. Why did you call the police when you were in danger?" The old man's voice was full of murderous intent.

"Because the opponent has a spirit, I am no opponent at all, and I have no chance of winning." Liu Ping said calmly.

"If the opponent has no spirit, do you dare to fight?" the old man asked.

"Don't talk about a fight, come and kill one." Liu Ping said.

The old man glanced at him and said indifferently: "Although you are only a teenager, you must be responsible when you speak."

"Lord Zuo appreciates my talent and loves it, so he generously promised to help us find a way out." Liu Ping said.

"Talent? Love of talent?" the old man wondered.

"He knows that I am a unique martial arts master, as long as I am given the opportunity to grow, I will definitely become the strongest in the era." Liu Ping said without changing his face.

The old man twitched.

Ever since he became a master, for hundreds of years, no one can make himself so overwhelmed.

"...You can say this kind of thing, I want to see what kind of guy you are." The old man said.

He pointed at the crowd casually, and said:
"You, you, and you—you soulless martial arts disciples, since you dare to surround others when they are closed, then show some skills."

The few people he pointed out stood up.

"My lord, what do you mean?" the middle-aged martial artist asked.

"Let them fight." The old man said.

"Life or death?" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he asked quickly.

The old man didn't speak, but just looked at Liu Ping.

Liu Ping patted Chu Yunshang's hand, signaling to her not to worry, and then said: "It doesn't matter whether you live or die."

The old man asked the middle-aged man again: "Do you guys have any opinions?"

"No opinion!" Those people said in unison.

One of the tall and thin men with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks jumped out, put on a fist and said:
"To deal with this kid, I can kill him within ten strokes."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Liu Ping smiled, tore off his clothes casually, and took out a piece of cloth to cover his eyes.

He stood where he was, showing the color of memory.

——When I was blind, I fought like this at the beginning.

When they first met Zhao Chanyi, the two had a good fight.

Later, when he was exploring the ruins, he saved her, and she gradually stopped being hostile to him.

after that……

Withdrew from the arena by herself, and she was also tired of all kinds of battles, saying that she wanted to follow along.

Then the war between the human race and the demon race broke out——

Liu Ping shook his head and withdrew his thoughts.

"What do you mean by blindfolding?" the tall and thin man wondered.

"This is more fair, otherwise you won't be able to catch every move." Liu Ping said.

"Arrogant!" the tall and thin man said angrily.

Liu Ping walked towards the other party unhurriedly, and asked, "Can we start?"

"Start!" said the old man.

The voice fell.

The tall and thin man rushed straight to Liu Ping.

Blindfolded, Liu Ping was walking slowly, but suddenly took a step forward, and broke the opponent's fist with a slash with one hand.

He pointed like a knife, and lightly slashed at the neck of the opponent lightly.

Cuckoo!

The sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly.

The tall, thin man was sent flying and landed on the ground in front of the crowd.

His neck had twisted into a strange shape.

he died.

Still blindfolded, Liu Ping stood where he was, slowly raised a hand and said:
"Let's go with the rest, don't waste my time."

The remaining three looked at the old man and the middle-aged martial artist together.

The middle-aged martial artist said:
"Don't underestimate the enemy, cooperate with each other, go!"

The three rushed towards Liu Ping immediately.

Liu Ping still stood still, blindfolded, with one hand behind his back, and the other stretched out, making a fist fight.

one-hand!

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

This kid is still blindfolded, how dare he face the enemy with one hand?
This is too insane!

The three people on the opposite side rushed towards Liu Ping in the shape of a character.

Take a breath.

The leader caught Liu Ping's single palm, and the other two jumped behind him.

Liu Ping suddenly chuckled and said:

"Soldiers never tire of deceit."

As soon as the words fell, he held the leader's arm, stretched out his other hand from behind, struck the opponent several times like lightning, turned around and threw him behind his back.

Just as the two behind them were about to make a move, they met the corpse of their companion and had to pause.

Suddenly, a fist stretched out from the crotch of the corpse, and hit one of them hard on the throat, then turned into a palm again, and slapped his chin.

The man's neck was broken immediately, and he was hit with a palm so that his whole head was spun on his back, facing straight back on the ground.

There is only one person left.

He screamed in panic and took several steps back.

——Just as soon as they met, they were killed by the other party!
How to fight this!
"Feel sorry."

Liu Ping still put one hand behind his back, raised the other hand, formed a fist with one hand, and said in a fist fight:
"I have always been dirty in fighting, I hope you will take care of me."

The man looked at the two corpses on the ground, gritted his teeth, and suddenly took out a pill and ate it.

His face gradually turned crimson, and he laughed maniacally: "You are very strong? Hahaha, but now I have used the war martial potion, my strength has greatly increased, and I will definitely be able to kill you!"

He rushed to Liu Ping.

"The speed is really [-]% faster." Liu Ping said softly, raising a hand.

Fist palms meet.

In a short breath, the two sides punched seven or eight back and forth, Liu Ping slapped the man on the heart, and sent him flying, kneeling on the ground far away.

"Skills are still those skills." Liu Ping withdrew his hand and said lightly.

The man stared at Liu Ping in disbelief, spat out a mouthful of blood, lowered his head slowly, and did not move.

Silent.

"I've said it before," Liu Ping said slowly, "I'm an unborn genius, a master of martial arts who is one in a million, Master Zuo appreciates me, but you can't accept this fact."

Still no one said anything.

He rubbed his palms casually, and said to the old man next to him: "My lord, it's meaningless to fight like this."

"How do you want to fight?" the old man asked noncommittally.

"As long as there are warriors without spirits, let's go together." Liu Ping said.

"Do you think you can handle it?" the old man asked.

"These people took advantage of our crisis and all ran to surround us. Now that there are adults here, those spiritual martial artists must not be ashamed to kill a newcomer like me." Liu Ping said.

The old man nodded slightly, and said with a sense of teaching: "It's a bit of a violation of the rules, but you can't blame them. After all, in the world of our warriors, the real truth is that the weak eat the strong."

"So now I want to kill all of them justifiably, and I ask my lord to do it." Liu Ping said quite politely.

The old man's mouth moved.

He found himself speechless again.

(End of this chapter)