Female CEO's Super Bodyguard

The rest of the attackers were hidden, because Yang Ping did not dare to appear. His strength exceeded everyone's expectations. In just a few minutes, none of the attackers stood up. Those who were heavily injured or dead could be seen on the ground as Yang Ping stepped over the pool of red blood and headed towards the Sangen Edifice.    

    

No one could stop his steps!    

    

Black night, blue sword.    

    

The huge sword was two meters long and over a hundred kilograms in weight. It dragged on the ground and released bright sparks, but with such a heavy sword in hand, it was as light as a feather. With a wave of his hand, a sonic boom sounded in the air.    

    

He was tall and thin, and it was hard for him to imagine the terrifying energy contained within his body.    

    

"Wen Lan."    

    

The greatsword was like a shooting star, flashing past in an instant and arriving in front of his eyes in an instant. There was a dull pain between his eyebrows, and Yang Ping's face finally revealed a surprised expression as he stared at the heavy sword that was about to arrive.    

    

"Whiz!"    

    

Just as the heavy sword was about to become like the wind, the sound of a sneak attack came from behind. An expert from the Red Zone saw that he could take the opportunity and wanted to attack and kill Yang Ping.    

    

Yang Ping was in danger.    

    

But Wen Lan suddenly retracted his heavy sword, and forcibly swept through it. Like a dragon crossing a river, he swept across the body of the attacker. The assailant's pupils constricted as he retreated, trying to avoid the incoming blade attack. Unfortunately, he had misjudged the sword's speed and angle. Wen Lan casually swung his sword and struck that person.    

    

The sound of bones breaking could be heard in the dark night. The man screamed as his arm exploded. He was sent flying ten meters away, severely injured and unconscious.    

    

The onlookers sucked in a breath of cold air. They had wanted to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack and immediately put an end to their thoughts. They hid their bodies even better, afraid that Wen Lan would see through them.    

    

Ding dang!    

    

The heavy sword fell onto the ground, emitting a clear sound.    

    

Wen Lan raised his sword, pointed it at Yang Ping, and said coldly: "You are mine."    

    

Yang Ping smiled, shook her head, and said: "Wen Lan, do you also want to obtain the qualification to enter the finals through me?"    

    

Wen Lan laughed coldly, and said proudly: "You are wrong, only the weak would want that. I will sweep everyone away and become the champion." He was very confident because he was born to be the disciple of that old freak and believed that he was invincible.    

    

"Fun?" Yang Ping asked. He felt killing intent from Wen Lan, but felt that Wen Lan was not a sinister person.    

    

Wen Lan said indifferently: "You have to take responsibility for my brother's death."    

    

Yang Ping remained silent.    

    

There was no point in explaining now, it was just a fight!    

    

Wen Lan moved, his speed was extremely fast, like a cheetah pouncing towards an antelope, the speed was so fast that even the wind blew against the cheetah's fur, causing it to fly straight towards its prey's neck. This required the use of physical explosive power very quickly, and it also required endurance. Wen Lan had fused the explosive power and endurance perfectly, and could not see any weakness.    

    

Seventh Level Stage!    

    

Yang Ping could sense the Qi Vortex from Wen Lan's body. The Qi Vortex in her Dantian rotated and an endless amount of energy surged into her meridians, finally striking her legs and hands. Wen Lan walked in the Ancient Martial Arts of power.    

    

The Titan God Sword!    

    

Wen Lan shouted softly as the muscles on his arm expanded. His arm that was holding onto a sword was more than twice as thick as his other hand and the heavy sword was releasing a cheerful whistling sound, like the descent of a Herculean god.    

    

Titan God Sword, low rank Earth Realm Ancient Martial Arts.    

    

When Wen Lan struck out with his sword, no matter who it was, no one dared to compete with him in power, because Wen Lan's power would crush him into pieces.    

    

However, what happened next was outside of Wen Lan's expectations.    

    

Yang Ping did not dodge like those people, but extended a hand to grab at that terrifying heavy sword.    

    

Wen Lan's face flushed red, his pupils flickering with brutality. Yang Ping actually looked down on him, grabbing the sword with her bare hands, how could he do such a thing? His pride suffered a blow as he focused all of his strength on his heavy sword. He was determined to slash Yang Ping into two.    

    

Yang Ping's expression was calm, without a single trace of sadness or happiness.    

    

Boom!    

    

The heavy sword finally touched his palm. There was no broken arm, much less blood. Wen Lan only felt the impact of the heavy sword hitting the diamond, which caused his palm to go numb. With a stuffy groan, he actually took a few steps back to stabilize his body. Wen Lan looked at Yang Ping in shock.    

    

He received the sword with his bare hands, completely unharmed.    

    

How is this possible!?    

    

Wen Lan sucked in a breath of cold air and stared fixedly at the surface of Yang Ping's palm. There was only a shallow mark on it, and it did not even scratch his skin. Wen Lan didn't know that the power within Yang Ping's body had modified his body before. The white spot between his brows had absorbed a large amount of Qi of Top Yin s, and the Qi of Top Yang in her body had neutralized it, causing her body to reach an unprecedented stage in the same realm.    

    

For example, Beverley on the Mi Country team. After going through genetic modification, his skin would be poured with titanium alloy, and even the armor piercing bullet would not be able to pierce through. If Beverley was a high-tech product, then Yang Ping represented himself to the peak of his cultivation.    

    

"I didn't kill your brother." Yang Ping said, she did not want to fight Wen Lan to the death. He could see that Wen Lan had a sense of justice in his body, and although Wen Lan was extremely proud, he would not kill an innocent person recklessly.    

    

Wen Lan squinted his eyes, and said unhappily: You're underestimating me?    

    

Yang Ping shook his head and said helplessly: "I didn't underestimate you. My comrade said, when facing an enemy, you can't underestimate any enemy, because a little carelessness can cost your life. You are very strong, but I, Yang Ping, will never lie. "    

    

Wen Lan stared into Yang Ping's eyes. What he saw was honesty, calmness, and a clear conscience. For some reason, Wen Lan began to believe in him, not because of his flowery words, but because of their mutual understanding. could feel the same kind of aura from Yang Ping. That was pride, disdain for lies, and conspiracy.    

    

"I believe you." Wen Lan said with a heavy sword tightly clenched.    

    

Hearing this, Yang Ping heaved a sigh of relief, at least Wen Lan understood. She didn't want those flies to kill the innocent in order to pass the final admission ticket. The martial arts world of China needed talented people, but even more so, talented people with righteousness. Wen Lan could not die in his hands, at least not in someone else's game.    

    

"But I still want to kill you." Wen Lan changed the topic and said coldly.    

    

Yang Ping frowned, puzzled. "Why?"    

    

Wen Lan caressed the heavy sword, revealing a sacred gaze, as if the heavy sword was his lover. If the sword exists, then the sword will be destroyed and the person will die! "    

    

Yang Ping scolded herself for being such a fool. She had never seen such a pedantic man, the dogshit sword was with him, the sword would destroy him and his life would be the only hope for him. Dead, nothing. Unfortunately, Wen Lan did not listen, and used the Titan God Sword again. This time, he did not use the old methods, but used the second stage of the Sword Qi.    

    

"Boring."    

    

Yang Ping did not take it head-on. Instead, she dodged the heavy sword and unleashed a chaotic avalanche of attacks, summoning a rain of light. Each strike landed on the heavy sword and each of the energy strikes felt like a drop of water falling on a rock. Water dripped down. The strength of his attacks had already reached the stage where she could turn the weather into rain and spring water, showing off her usual moves and showing off the might of her Ancient Martial Arts.    

    

Inside the infirmary, Yang Ping had comprehended the dao and reached a new level.    

    

Ding ding ding!    

    

Wen Lan's arm trembled. Every time the energy collided, his body would shake and her internal organs would feel extremely uncomfortable. In the end, the heavy sword left her hand and stabbed into the ground, resounding throughout the night. Yang Ping stood with her hands behind her back, and said indifferently: "Are you still coming?"    

    

Looking at the trembling heavy sword, Wen Lan's expression kept changing, but in the end, he became even more determined.    

    

Yang Ping sighed, the other party was just a retard, she had already said that they did not want to kill him, and that they would even kill themselves. Wen Lan let out a loud roar, and his clothes swelled as it emitted the sounds of rolling in the mortal world. His energy poured into the heavy sword and turned red, like red-hot iron, burning away at the air.    

    

"Break apart Huashan!"    

    

Wen Lan used one move to hack at Hua Shan. It was the ultimate move of the Herculean Divine Sword, and its power was so great that even Yang Ping felt threatened and nodded to himself. With this kind of strength, one could already be considered a Apex Expert among the seventh stage.    

    

Following that, Wen Lan experienced a technique that could not be described with words. His heart trembled, as if he could see the true essence of power.    

    

Yang Ping slowly extended her palm, and grabbed at the heavy sword like before.    

    

Puff!    

    

Wen Lan's body trembled violently as it spun countless times in the air before finally falling to the ground. He got up with much difficulty and looked at Yang Ping in shock. The heavy sword soared into the sky and was sent flying by the palm. It spun at high speeds, like a burning torch in the night sky. With a boom, it disappeared into the stone slab.    

    

"You lost."    

    

Yang Ping said indifferently.    

    

Wen Lan revealed a smile and bowed deeply, then said: "You allowed me to see the true essence of power, allowing me to understand the usage of different levels of force. This is the realm I seek. Yang Ping, thank you. If there are any gains in the future, I will thank you. "    

    

After he finished speaking, Wen Lan pulled out the heavy sword, and disappeared into the darkness.    

    

Yang Ping revealed a happy smile.    

    

The night was very quiet.    

    

After Wen Lan's failure, the other ambushers trembled, and did not dare to release their auras, continuing to hide. It was only then that they knew the level of the assassin. It couldn't even be described with common sense. Wen Lan was an expert of the Gold Area, but facing Yang Ping, he had no reason to resist.    

    

Too strong. Too strong to the point of making one despair.    

    

Yang Ping raised her head, opened her transparent eyes and looked at the top of the Sangen Edifice. He was getting closer and closer to Jiang Weimin, and the aura of her body was congealed. Jiang Weimin was unfathomably deep, and as one of the four great evildoers of the capital, he had long since known of her Ninth Level Stage. But Yang Ping still had to go challenge it, because Phoenix was right by his side. He had to take back the Phoenix, and not let the Phoenix become Jiang Weimin's tool.    

    

Top floor.    

    

Jiang Weimin stood at the window, taking in the entirety of the battle before. His expression was calm, as if the power that Yang Ping had displayed was nothing more than the power of a Kid, and he said coldly: "Trash, the Gold Area participants are all trash."    

    

Yang Ping lowered her head and continued walking.    

    

A car passed by with glaring lights. As it passed by, the front wheel exploded, causing the car to stagger to a stop by the roadside. A woman with a big belly got off, looked at the broken front wheel with worry, and said anxiously, "What do we do, we're almost home, the car is broken." Seeing Yang Ping by the side of the road, she hesitated and asked, "May I ask if you can help me?"    

    

Yang Ping stopped in her tracks. Knowing that it was difficult to tolerate pregnancy, she helped him change to a spare tire.    

    

The pregnant woman kept thanking him.    

    

Just as Yang Ping finished changing the spare tire, a blue scimitar pierced the pregnant woman's back.