Chapter 445 Do you want to know how I beat you?

From the mouth of the formless spirit general, a golden jade disk emitted spit out flaming rays, which hit Ping Han's head in an instant.

The next moment, Wuxiang Ling twisted his body covered with sand like thousands of steel bars, and with the mighty internal energy in his body, he slapped Pinghan with one palm.

This palm not only contained Zhang Yu's own strength, but also burst out the mystery of the Nine Skies Cloud Force, releasing in one breath the power of the twenty strikes that Zhang Yu had accumulated in the fight with He Pinghan.

With the blessing of the Martial Arts Saint Body, the power of this series of attacks was not only pushed forward and enhanced step by step, but also condensed into one under meticulous control, turning into a powerful palm force that exploded in the hands of the Formless Spirit General, and finally slammed towards Ping Han.

Almost at the moment when the sun's rays dissipated, Ping Han looked up and saw this overwhelming palm.

The terrifying palm force squeezed the atmosphere and pressed on Ping Han's face, making him feel suffocated, as if the air was pressed into a solid entity by this palm.

Amidst the rumbling and shrieking sound, the palm of the Wuxiang Spirit General seemed to blast a hole in the sky.

Bang! As the sword in Ping Han's hand and the Wuxiang Spirit General collided fiercely, a rolling wave of air exploded in it, stirring up mud and sand all over the sky.

The arm of the formless spirit general exploded instantly and turned into smoke and dust.

Ping Han's body suddenly flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground like a black lightning.

Amid the crackling sounds of explosions, Ping Han continued to crash into the battlefield, creating large holes one after another.

Zhang Yu changed his palm seal and used the Small Three-Combination to control the mud and sand again, and then reassembled the broken arm of the Wuxiang Spirit General.

At the same time, three golden armors transformed from the three Taiyi Jinye Pills shot out, like three balls of golden mucus, directly merged into the body of the formless spirit general, and spread rapidly on the surface.

In the blink of an eye, the front of the formless spirit general seemed to be covered with a layer of golden armor.

But just after Zhang Yu completed this step, there was a roar from the ground in the distance, and Ping Han, who had just been knocked away, had broken out of the ground and shot towards him like a black lightning.

Zhang Yu glanced at Ping Han's intact armor and thought to himself, "He's really tough."

"It seems that ordinary means cannot break his tortoise shell."

Although Zhang Yu had some expectations about armor, which was a special combat item, the combat power and defensive capabilities that Ping Han actually demonstrated still surprised him.

"Having money is really powerful."

Zhang Yu's eyes kept scanning Ping Han's armor, as if analyzing something.

He knew that the outer armor of this armor was extremely strong and had strong defense against various high temperatures, low temperatures, shocks, chopping, strong energy, Taoist magic...

Martial arts that target Dharma bodies, such as the Yuanci Meridian-Cutting Hand, are even less likely to be effective through thick armor.

Zhang Yu thought to himself, "We need a stronger and more targeted attack."

The next moment, accompanied by a loud clang, the green sickle transformed from the sword energy in Pinghan's hand collided fiercely with the arm of the formless spirit general.

Ping Han sneered: "Do you think this big guy can deal with me?"

Ping Han was seen with strong energy gushing out from under his feet, and he was already standing on the arm of the formless spirit general, flying towards Zhang Yu along the arm.

Zhang Yu put his palms together and shouted in a low voice: "Ping Han! You talk too much nonsense."

Amidst the continuous crackling sounds, the body surface of the formless spirit general was seen rising and falling, and several arms wrapped in Taiyi Golden Liquid suddenly emerged, like a forest of long spears, shooting towards the rushing Ping Han.

The emerald green sickle in Pinghan's hand danced like a storm, cutting and blasting away the incoming golden palms one by one, as if cutting off streams of golden torrents and splashing them everywhere.

"Too weak! Too weak! Too weak! Zhang Yu!"

The two men were seen moving back and forth and fighting fiercely on the arms, head, chest, and back of the formless spirit general.

Ping Han let out a long roar and shouted, "Look at all the rags on your body, do they add up to 100 spirit coins?"

"With this little money, you dare to fight?"

The entire battlefield turned into Zhang Yu's weapon, and golden palm prints all over the sky bombarded Ping Han.

But Ping Han was laughing wildly all the way, cutting and breaking all the palm prints that were coming at him, like a crusher, madly tearing apart the formless spirit general in front of him.

In the fierce battle, Zhang Yu repaired Wuxiang Lingjiang while fighting and walking away, and said coldly: "Do you think the money you make from cryptocurrency trading is your own money?"

Ping Han sneered, "I earned the money with courage, wisdom, and vision! How can it not be my own money?"

Zhang Yu brought up a rolling aura of energy, which entangled Ping Han's sword energy, continuously blocking the opponent's offensive.

Zhang Yu: "Even if I'm not as rich as you, I can still beat you."

Ping Han slashed with the blade in his hand and shouted, "You are poorer than me and you want to defeat me?"

"You're dreaming!"

"Poor people should surrender and lose. They can't possibly stop me from using my savings to do this!"

Ping Han roared, and the light around him suddenly became brighter, like a dazzling star rising up.

"A flood of humanity! Cleansing the world!"

All I saw was a series of light and shadows bursting out from behind Ping Han, among which were densely packed coin price trends, trading information, good news, and countless messages, voices, and shouts from coin traders...

In just a moment, every corner of the atmosphere was filled with endless information about the Nectar Coins, which turned into various special effects projected onto the field, like a torrent sweeping across the spiritual world, bursting with endless brilliance in the eyes of all spectators.

Even within every 0.1 second, each piece of information seems to have thousands of changes, like billions of stars illuminating the world.

Under this horrifying spiritual world special effect and the flood of humanity, each and every spectator instantly felt that the power of their eye skeletons could no longer be sustained, and the images before their eyes had become severely stuck.

Those whose eyesight was better felt that their brains had suffered an unimaginable impact in an instant, and they could no longer see the scene on the battlefield clearly.

Some low-grade eye skeletons, such as the Jihu, even malfunctioned directly, and were shut down and restarted one by one in front of the eyes of the spectators.

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"Too... too rich! I can't see anymore!"

"So rich! Ping Han is really rich! After crossing over to the spirit world, I can't even look at him!"

"Such a terrifying pressure! I can no longer look directly at the battlefield!"

In the center of the battlefield, Zhang Yu felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and his brain seemed to have received too much information in an instant and fell into an overloaded state.

Watching Zhang Yu sink into the Wuxiang Spirit General, Ping Han stepped out and shouted, "It's over, Zhang Yu."

The terrifying pressure slowly subsided, the glow in the sky gradually dissipated, and Pinghan's deposits also stopped burning.

He swung the sword in his hand continuously, cutting the body of the formless spirit general in front of him into pieces.

With a bang, the arms of the Wuxiang Spirit General were cut off by Ping Han's sword and thrown to the ground to the side.

"Zhang Yu, let me teach you one last lesson."

"In this world, poor people are not considered human beings."

The sword energy flashed continuously, decomposing the palm print that was coming at him again, and also shattered most of the body of the formless spirit general.

Ping Han said coldly: "I have gone through many ups and downs, from poverty to wealth, and finally I have managed to transform into a human form."

"You're still a long way from here."

Boom! The formless spirit was shattered, revealing Zhang Yu inside.

At the same time, the audience has turned their attention back, and dense text projections are floating above the entire stadium.

Beat him into bankruptcy! Beat him into bankruptcy! Beat him into bankruptcy! Beat him into bankruptcy! Rape him hard! Beat him into bankruptcy! Countless text projections eventually converged into the word bankruptcy.

At this moment, the malice in the whole place seemed to solidify into substance, wanting to cut Zhang Yu, who was shorting the Qiongjiang Coin, into pieces.

Just when Ping Han raised his sword and was about to end it all.

Zhang Yu clasped his hands together and said calmly, "Ping Han, don't you want to know how I can beat you?"

"That's how I beat you."

The next moment, the remains of the formless spirit generals that had just been chopped down by Ping Han and scattered everywhere seemed to come alive, and each of them burst out with the strong aura contained in them.

At the same time, in Zhang Yu's eyes, points on Ping Han's body suddenly lit up.

This is what Zhang Yu concluded after using the Treasure Appraisal Technique to identify Ping Han's armor and Dharmakaya, continuously analyzing their structure, and finally assessing... the opponent's weakness after the double superposition of armor and Dharmakaya.

The debris that had just fallen around had transformed into palm prints all over the sky with the support of Xiao Sanhe and Wuxiang Yungang, and attacked Pinghan from all directions.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of just falling, these debris occupied different attack points, making the siege at this moment without blind spots and almost blocking every bit of space around Pinghan.

And contained in these palm prints was the power of the twenty consecutive strikes that Ping Han had just unleashed.

Nine skies and clouds, Thousand Hands of Holy Martial Arts! Under the combined attack of Zhang Yu and Ping Han, Ping Han was suppressed in the first place, and was blasted into the ground in an instant.

(End of this chapter)