I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

On the flying boat.

It was evening and the disciples were busy eating in the deck lobby.

When some people encounter good things, they will happily share them with their friends.

Some people were frowning, while others came to comfort them.

There were also some people who gathered together and discussed in a low voice what to pay attention to after arriving at Fire Spirit City.

Vibrant and lively.

Suddenly, a terrifying and suffocating aura appeared on the flying boat.

The lively scene suddenly fell silent, as if frozen by the chilling cold.

Whether they were eating or doing something else, many people had ferocious looks on their faces at that moment, and were caught in some kind of bloody mood.

Yu Tianhong and the others who were standing with Wen Ye were no exception.

That murderous intent seemed to act directly on the soul level.

It seemed as if blood appeared in front of Wen Ye's eyes. The blood covered the ground and completely dyed the scene in front of him red. There were also people around him who kept screaming miserably.

The moment Wen Ye's consciousness was pulled in, he felt a sense of familiarity.

It was Yan Ping’s murderous intention!

Wen Ye suddenly woke up and looked carefully at the lobby which had become eerily silent. No one was moving.

His pupils suddenly shrank and he turned around to look at Yu Tianhong, Mu Qingwan and Mu Yunxi. The three of them were obviously trapped.

Wen Ye didn't dare to move, and ran to Yan Ping's room, his breathing becoming slightly rapid.

Liu Qingpeng, who was guarding the formation on the top level, appeared at the door of Yan Ping's room with a fierce look in his eyes the moment his murderous intention was revealed.

Before he could make any move, a sharp sword intent came out from inside the room.

The door of the room shattered into pieces in an instant.

Then Liu Qingpeng and Yan Ping's eyes met, their eyes so cold that they contained no emotion but murderous intent.

Before he could open his mouth, Liu Qingpeng's pupils shrank, and a spear appeared out of thin air in his hand, blocking the sword that Yan Ping was slashing at his neck.

The huge force from the sword directly knocked Liu Qingpeng away, causing him to spit out blood halfway.

At the moment of the weapons clashing, Liu Qingpeng's attention was focused on Yan Ping's sword.

The crystal clear hilt and the black and white intertwined but scarred sword body look beautiful yet extremely fragile.

At that time, Liu Qingpeng was a little worried that Yan Ping would ask him for compensation after he woke up.

But the next second, he knew he was extremely wrong.

The spear that he had spent his life's savings on was almost broken by Yan Ping's seemingly fragile sword!

The mind connected to the weapon was instantly severely damaged.

Liu Qingpeng didn't care about the pain. He spit out blood and dodged to the side again to avoid Yan Ping's attack.

But that was all. Yan Ping appeared in front of him, blocking all of Liu Qingpeng's ways. Yan Ping's eyes were full of indifference, and he raised the sword in his hand and stabbed down.

This sword is ordinary and not fancy.

But Liu Qingpeng couldn't hide.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the spiritual energy in his body began to dissipate involuntarily.

Liu Qingpeng looked stiffly at the beautiful sword that was inserted into his heart, with unwillingness in his eyes.

Fu Tiancheng, who had rushed over at the fastest speed, saw this scene and his pupils shrank.

"Liu Qingpeng!"

Liu Qingpeng regained consciousness briefly, he raised his hand and grabbed Yan Ping's sword, speaking hoarsely and sharply, every word he said was heart-wrenching.

"Hurry up! Go find Wen Ye!"

Something is wrong with Yan Ping today. He is not lacking in spiritual power, he just wants to kill people.

As for Yan Ping, who only wanted to kill people, Liu Qingpeng felt cold and powerless all over.

Yan Ping tilted his head to look at Fu Tiancheng, and there was only an inhuman sense of indifference in his delicate and beautiful eyes.

He looked down at Liu Qingpeng who was holding the sword in his hand, somewhat confused.

"Who is Wen Ye?"

Yan Ping was still a little confused.

Could it be that the mirage has evolved?

Do you know how to create some plot in the fantasy world?

When Liu Qingpeng dodged, Yan Ping vaguely sensed something strange. In the past, although there were people in the environment created by the mirage, those people would only rush over to kill people.

Just like those sea beasts, they just rush forward one after another without any fear of death.

This guy was quite afraid of death and dodged two of his moves.

Yan Ping suddenly realized his blind spot. He was so old but had just reached the Danhua realm. His aptitude should be very poor, but he was able to dodge two of his moves.

Yan Ping finally realized that something was wrong with his body. He felt pain all over his meridians. When he looked closely at the meridians and dantian, he could see that he was seriously injured.

The spiritual energy around was abnormally thin.

He looked up and around.

The sea beasts in the Wuwang Sea couldn’t possibly imagine such a poor place... ?

Yan Ping's eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent. If it wasn't a mirage, then it must be a human.

There are always some idiots in Yuanzhou who want to die but don't want to die themselves, and instead drag others to die with them.

If this is an illusion they arranged, it is reasonable. After all, those rubbish are hoping Yuanzhou will fall.

Yan Ping's murderous intent grew stronger and stronger, and he completely forgot about the abnormality he had noticed before.

Fu Tiancheng hadn't left yet. He was still looking at the sword stuck in Liu Qingpeng's heart, and felt his blood rushing to his head.

Hearing Yan Ping's question, he subconsciously threw out a dozen trapped array disks, stacked them up, and placed them on the corridor where Yan Ping was coming towards him.

"Come here, come here and I'll tell you who Wen Ye is."

Yan Ping looked back at Fu Tiancheng indifferently, raised his hand to draw his sword, and walked towards him with murderous intent.

The moment the sword was pulled out, a line of blood spurted out from Liu Qingpeng's heart.

Liu Qingpeng instantly collapsed.

He tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. While his spiritual power had not yet dissipated, he tried his best to quickly gather the remaining spiritual power towards his heart, trying to repair it.

But that wound was very troublesome, and the spiritual power that had gone there was like some kind of black hole, never to return.

Liu Qingpeng watched Yan Ping pass through the formation unhindered and gritted his teeth with his last breath.

He shook a bottle of the pills he bought from Yan Ping into his mouth.

The pill melts in the mouth and instantly absorbs into the body.

Bad news, not much use for wounds.

Good news, the extra spiritual power can be used to stop Yan Ping.

Liu Qingpeng felt his body getting colder and colder, but he used his spiritual power to prop himself up. Holding the spear in his hand, he pointed it at Yan Ping and said in a cold voice.

"Yan Ping, come back!"

Yan Ping kept walking. Now he had no interest in the things in the illusion.

The coastline was full of sea beasts. Every second he spent in the illusion, the greater the chance that sea beasts outside would come ashore.

Kill all these people and you can get out of the illusion.

Killing intent rose in Yan Ping's eyes.

However, the formations created by Fu Tiancheng had almost no effect on him.

Fu Tiancheng's pupils shrank.

Yan Ping walked up to Fu Tiancheng and was about to swing his sword when a fierce attack came from behind and covered the fatal point on his back.

Yan Ping used his backhand to block it with his sword, and the house next door was smashed open by the spear with a loud bang.

He raised the sword in his hand coldly and chopped it towards Fu Tiancheng's head.

The black and white intertwined sword is extremely beautiful in the sunset.

The way he kills people is also very beautiful.

Yan Ping's movements were obviously very slow, so slow that every detail on the sword could be seen clearly, but Fu Tiancheng's body was also slow, and under the lock of murderous intent, he was particularly stiff.