"Ahh

Meng Ping's eyes were red, and the anger in his chest gushed out.

The eighth sister has an indifferent personality, does not fight for fame and fortune, and has always only loved Lingzhi.

Fujiyama Island lacked spiritual power, and several ninth-level Qi cultivators in the family were reluctant to take up their posts.

In the end, Meng Xiu took the initiative to invite Ying and came to Fujishan Island, where he stayed for several years.

Such a family hero who is as light as a white lotus and quiet and far-reaching, did not expect to die in the hands of outsiders today!

Meng Ping was completely angry, his teeth clucked, his eyes fiercely slashed at Chen Ping, and roared: "Little beast, take your life!" ”

"Do all the mouths of the Mon people stink so much?"

Chen Ping was expressionless, and his voice echoed coldly.

There is no doubt that the cultivation world has always been the weakest and the strongest.

The Meng family and his Chen family are originally hostile, and when people of the two clans meet outside, they fight for life and death.

What's more, Chen Ping's father and mother both died tragically in the clutches of the Meng family, and the hatred between the two is as deep as the sea.

Therefore, even if the Meng and Yu clans were slaughtered, Chen Ping would not frown and relent!

As for the color fan Hengtian talisman that was used before it was hot, Chen Ping did not regret it at all.

That's what the hole cards are used for.

When many monks fight, they are hesitant to take advantage of the upper hand, and they are not willing to waste their hole cards.

In the end, he let the enemy touch the corpse in vain and picked up a big bargain.

This Meng Ping and Meng Xiu teamed up, which is a few points more powerful than the two brothers Yuhui.

Now that he has eliminated one of them in advance, his victory has increased dramatically.

"Death!"

Meng Ping roared angrily, summoned two double swords, one white and one purple, and the soles of his feet fell heavily under the pit, and he flew into the sky, his body shook, and stabbed at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping's eyes flashed, and he immediately offered a delicate hosta.

Then, a milky white shield stood in front of him.

The magic weapons used by the monks are divided into six classes.

They are magic weapons, spiritual weapons, Taoist weapons, psychic dao weapons, spiritual treasures and spiritual treasures.

The magic weapon snatched from the hands of others must be used again after a lot of time and energy has to be erased from the mark of the original owner.

Magic weapons are the lowest magic weapons, and they can be used only by refining them with spiritual power.

The spiritual weapons and Taoist weapons on top of the magic weapons are often sacrificed with the power of the divine soul.

This hosta is Yu Man's treasure, named "mushroom spring hairpin".

Chen Fang had only obtained it, and he had not yet added more sacrifices, so he could only exert his eight successful effects.

"Boom!"

The white and purple swords slashed at the shield formed by the mushroom hairpin, rippling with a circle of transparent energy, and filled with a wave of destruction.

"Kill!"

Meng Ping's expression was hideous, and he increased the infusion of mana.

Chen Ping sneered, and followed him to continuously inject spiritual power.

The two were in a stalemate for a moment, and Meng Ping was only half a step away from Chen Ping, but this distance was not advanced for a while and a half.

"This kid only has seven levels of Qi training, why is his mana so strong!"

Meng Ping's mind calmed down, and then a strong killing intent arose spontaneously from the bottom of his heart.

Can't let him go!

Even if they die together, they must leave this son on Fujiyama Island!

Otherwise, when he builds the foundation, my Meng family will fall into an endless night!

Meng Ping had already left his life and death behind at this time.

The family is his heaven, but it is also his roots.

In order to solve the family's future troubles, Meng Ping felt that he could spare his life, even if he died without regrets!

"Ding!"

Seeing that the twin swords and the hosta were on par, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, Meng Ping took the initiative to withdraw his spiritual power, floated lightly, and retreated to the eye of the lotus platform.

"Now that Meng believes it, the two Taoist friends of Yu Hui and Yu Huang are indeed killed by you alone."

The white beard was flying, and Meng Pingtie said with a blue face.

Chen Ping smiled at him and said, "Meng Daoyou doesn't have to knock on the side. ”

"Lu Mou told the truth, the enemy you face is only the next one, kill me, and you can live!"

Meng Ping was slightly stunned, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

This kid was really cunning and cunning, and immediately guessed the mystery of his words.

"Okay, Daoyou is also a happy person!"

Meng Ping said gloomily: "Before fighting to the death with you, Meng still has a question, I hope you can answer it." ”

"Oh?"

Chen Ping touched his chin and said noncommittally.

"The strength of Daoyou far exceeds the peak of ordinary qi cultivation, according to common sense, there is absolutely no force in this sea area of thousands of miles that can be cultivated."

"Meng wants to know, where are you from, and what grievances do you have with my Meng family?"

Meng Ping asked coldly with a hint of doubt.

"Meng Daoyou, a dying man, it really makes no sense to ask these questions."

Chen Ping shook his head, losing the interest in talking nonsense, and coldly pulled out the Biwen Sword, injecting all the remaining mana.

The next moment, a silent sword qi appeared out of thin air.

Then the nine verdant green lotuses swayed slightly, isolated side by side, forming a field of their own.

Meng Ping is a strong and powerful cultivator, and he is the most tricky of the four peak Qi cultivation cultivators.

Chen Ping also gave enough respect.

One more move, it's the strongest move he can perform so far!

The second form of Qinglian's sixteen sword slashing techniques, the sword qi is like a lotus!

Compared with the appearance of Qinglian, the sword qi emitted by the sword qi like a lotus is more powerful, and under this tyrannical aura, there is also a trace of devouring intent.

"This is at least Xuanpin Sword Technique!"

While speaking, Meng Ping's face was squeezed by Qinglian's sword qi, and it was already extremely deformed.

As far as he knew, the entire sect of the Chixiao Sect also only had one Xuanpin lower-level exercise, and non-true disciples could not practice it.

The more Meng Ping thought about it, the more cold his heart became, he had the honor to ask for a few tricks from the Chixiao Sect's Qi cultivation true inheritance, and he was never so strong!

Could it be that this person is a disciple of the Jindan Sect, but why did he sneak into the veins of Fujishan Island?

"It's really weird!"

Facing a life-and-death crisis, Meng Ping, who had experienced a hundred battles, came back to his senses in just a few moments, and a six-bone giant umbrella tilted out!

This is his most proud defensive magic weapon, the best magic weapon "Avoiding the Sky Umbrella".

Relying on this air avoidance umbrella, he once set a brilliant record of retreating with more than one enemy.

"Go!"

Meng Ping pushed forward with his left hand, and the bone umbrella, which was several times the size of an ordinary oil-paper umbrella, suddenly swelled and skyrocketed to the size of a small mountain.

Chen Ping pointed at the nine green lotuses, and in an instant, all the lotus leaves were facing to one side.

Then, nine green lotuses rose into the air, and a spirit sword phantom loomed behind each one, mighty and unparalleled.

"Qinglian Sword Qi, kill!"

Chen Ping drank violently in his mouth, the power of the sword qi like a lotus had reached its peak, and he couldn't control it for too long.

The nine spirit sword phantoms slashed down at the same time, as if the divine thunder descended from above the heavenly nine, and the formation shook the sky.

Although the power is not as powerful as the Colored Fan Horizontal Heaven Technique, the effect on the scene has far exceeded it.

"Boom!"

The lotus is like a sword, and the sword is a lotus.

When the sword lotus arrived, the wall empty umbrella bent a little, and the body size also weakened a circle.

When the nine sword lotuses were smashed down together, the sky-sheltering umbrella that covered the sky and the sun had been beaten back to its initial state.

Originally, there were six silver bones, but only three of them were left to support the umbrella.

Meng Ping, who was hiding under the umbrella, was full of gloom and panting.

However, Chen Ping's condition is not much better.

After repeated battles, not only was the power of the divine soul close to drying up, but even the mana was less than 30% of what it was in its heyday.

The strength of the six-bone umbrella's defenses exceeded his expectations.

Up to the time of the Dacheng realm, the sword qi was like a lotus, and it couldn't completely destroy it.

However, this is mainly due to Chen Ping's cultivation that restricts swordsmanship.

If he was a ninth-level Qi cultivator, the six-bone umbrella would definitely not be able to resist and would be shattered in an instant.

Meng Ping quickly swallowed a pill and stared at Chen Ping, his killing intent fluctuating even more obviously.

The core artifact was damaged, and he didn't care about it now.

How to strangle this son on Fujiyama Island is his only obsession.