Peerless Headmaster

Chapter 1230

Blood flowed, heads rolled down, broken limbs flew, and the screams continued.

In an extremely tragic massacre, the disciples of the Golden Crow died one after another, and even some elders of the Golden Crow Sect died tragically at the hands of the masters of the Hundred Ghosts Sect.

After all, the foundation of the Golden Crow Sect is still a little shallow.

The Hundred Ghosts Sect has existed for a long time, and it has not been wiped out after several times of encirclement and suppression by the Great Spirit. Its strength is very deep, otherwise it would not be possible to survive under such heavy pressure from the Great Spirit.

Under the leadership of Ning Heng, the Golden Crow Sect has developed rapidly in recent years, but after all, it still lacks foundation, and there are no real masters. Basically, the few masters in the sect are all made up by Ning Heng himself.

The two do not exist on the same level at all, and the Golden Crow Sect is far from the Hundred Ghosts Sect.

The killers of the Golden Crow Sect are basically well-trained, and they are basically contaminated with human life. They are not comparable to the young disciples of the Golden Crow Sect. The gap is huge.

Not to mention that there are many masters in the Hundred Ghosts Sect, and their cultivation is quite good, especially the only remaining four ghost kings, Nanli Meteor King, and none of the elders of the Golden Crow Sect is his opponent.

The Nanli Meteor King, who looks like a man and a woman, is invincible in the Golden Crow Sect, with a ferocious and bloodthirsty face on his soft face, and suddenly there are two heads of the elders of the Golden Crow Sect in his hands.

The two heads had just been screwed off by King Nanli Meteor, and they were not dead yet. They stared straight ahead with frightened and desperate eyes.

"The Golden Crow Sect is full of trash." King Nanliyun said with a smile as he licked the blood stained on his lips.

With a quick throw, the two fresh heads rolled to the ground.

And at King Meteor's feet, there were dozens of human heads, each of which was forcefully twisted off by him.

"Ok?"

At this moment, Meteor King saw a battle situation not far away.

A white-haired old man unexpectedly killed several killers of the Hundred Ghosts Sect with one enemy.

King Meteor's face darkened, and he secretly scolded these young killers as really unqualified, it would be an embarrassment to the Hundred Ghosts Sect if they couldn't even take down such an old man.

"Get out of the way, a bunch of useless things." Meteor King shouted angrily, and immediately drove those black-clothed killers away.

Chen Ping stared wide-eyed, glaring at the Meteor King who was walking slowly, feeling the powerful aura from Meteor King, his heart sank immediately.

The man in front of him who looked neither male nor female was obviously not an ordinary killer of the Hundred Ghosts Sect. His aura was so strong that he might be considered a bit of a master even among the Hundred Ghosts Sect.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Chen Ping knew that he was in danger.

But no matter what, Chen Ping had already made a death plan, no matter how strong the enemy in front of him was, he would live and die with the Golden Crow Sect.

"Old man, who are you?" Meteor King didn't rush to act, but looked at Chen Ping with a playful look and asked.

There was no trace of fear on Chen Ping's face, he glared fiercely at King Meteor and roared angrily: "Old man Chen Ping! The Golden Wuzong is just an old man with no name! The villain should stop talking and die quickly!"

After shouting angrily, Chen Ping didn't think much at all, he rushed towards Meteor King like a mad tiger.

The corner of Meteor King's mouth raised slightly, and he slapped Chen Ping directly with his palm.

Chen Ping didn't dodge either, and blocked the opponent's attack with all his cultivation.

puff!
But seeing that Chen Ping was no match for King Meteor at all, he flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, with blood gushing out from his mouth.

Chen Ping fell to the ground in embarrassment, and sprayed several mouthfuls of blood one after another. Half of his body was stained red with his own blood. His old face was extremely pale, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

The difference is too big!
With the determination to die, Chen Ping tried his best to resist, but he couldn't resist. On the contrary, he was seriously injured by the shock, and his internal organs were as uncomfortable as if he wanted to break out of his body.

Moreover, Chen Ping could tell that the other party didn't take the action seriously at all, but just played it with a playful attitude.

But even so, he was hurt like this.

It's no wonder that Chen Ping's cultivation level has not even reached the level of longevity. Relying on the resources of the Golden Crow Sect and his own hard work these years, he managed to raise his cultivation base to the level of the early stage of Shenyuan. In terms of real strength, Chen Ping's actual It is not as good as the other Shenyuan warriors of the Golden Wuzong.

First of all, he is old after all, his vitality has already declined, and his strength is not as good as those young warriors with vigorous vitality.

Secondly, Chen Ping slapped himself because of his self-confession in the Golden Crow Hall before, causing damage to his bones, making it impossible to improve his cultivation, and even faintly falling out of the realm of divine origin.

There is a huge gap in cultivation, and under such circumstances, let alone one Chen Ping, even ten Chen Ping are no match for Meteor King at all.

But even knowing that the gap between the enemy and ourselves is as big as an abyss, Chen Ping still did not give in, his face was full of anger and determination.

Unsteadily, Chen Ping stood up dragging his seriously injured body, holding the long sword in his hand and never relaxing.

"Dog thief! Invade my Golden Crow's land, kill my Golden Crow disciple, Chen Ping will never die with you!" Chen Ping, with white hair and blood stained, swung his sword again, his eyes were red and bloodshot, as if he wanted to swallow the enemy in front of him alive.

"See how many palms you old man can receive from me?" Meteor King sneered, without looking at the long sword that Chen Ping slashed, first waved the long sword with his hand, and then kicked Chen Ping directly.

Chen Ping's chest collapsed directly, and broken ribs protruded from the flesh, with bright red viscera faintly present.

Chen Ping let out a mournful roar, but it was not because of the pain, but because he couldn't kill the thief in front of him without a sword in his hand.

But the next moment, Meteor King's expression changed.

I saw that Chen Ping hugged King Meteor's leg, and then bit on King Meteor's leg.

"Humph!"

Meteor King's complexion changed slightly, a sharp pain came from his leg, and he immediately stirred up his spirit energy to shake Chen Ping away.

Seeing that Chen Ping was biting a piece of flesh in his mouth, it was torn off from King Meteor's leg.

Chen Ping laughed out loud, even though his mouth was bleeding all the time, even though his chest was already bloody, he still felt happy.

"You're courting death." King Meteor was finally angry. He underestimated Chen Ping so much that he never protected himself with spiritual energy, and Chen Ping bit off a piece of flesh on his leg. This is undoubtedly a shame for King Meteor , I just felt like I was bitten by a useless old crippled dog.

"Evil thief! I wish I could eat your flesh raw! Swallow your blood raw! Chew your bones raw! Hahahaha!" Chen Ping laughed ferociously, and swallowed the meat in his mouth in one gulp.

King Meteor was furious, and he shot without reservation, and within a flash of dim light, he beheaded Chen Ping.

"Kill the thief!"

"Kill the thief!!"

Kill the thief! ! ! "

The gushing blood and the fallen old head still echoed the last roar.

(End of this chapter)