"Bang"

The emerald sword suspended in mid-air hummed and shattered into several pieces, leaving only the hilt of the spirit wood sword.

Two types of Qinglian Sword Slashing Techniques were released in a row, and the high-grade magic weapon finally couldn't withstand the destruction of the furious sword qi and was completely destroyed.

When Meng Ping saw this scene, he was about to rejoice, but suddenly became depressed.

Because Chen Ping summoned a thick black iron sword again.

Then, Meng Ping saw more than a dozen storage bags of all kinds pinned to his waist, and the whole person fell into the ice cave in an instant!

Chen Ping fought all the way to the eye of the formation and captured a large number of magic weapons.

Although there are no top-grade spirit sword magic weapons, there are as many as five or six top-grade ones.

A high-grade magic weapon can barely support the use of two sword slashing techniques.

Therefore, Chen Ping didn't care about the shattering of the Biwen Sword.

"Bright Chill June!"

Meng Ping's steps were elegant, and the purple and white swords gathered, and a new layer of silver-white autumn frost was draped on them.

"Flick the fingers of fire!"

Chen Ping was a little, and six fireballs flew out and collided with the purple and white twin swords.

Seeing his instantaneous fire spell, Meng Ping snorted sullenly and was not surprised.

The strength of this son was by no means comparable to that of an ordinary Qi cultivator.

Even in the realm of the peak of Qi Training, he can be regarded as a master, but he can't compete with the junior of the seventh level of Qi cultivation in front of him.

It can be seen from this how terrifying Chen Ping's supernatural powers are.

What Meng Ping didn't know was that he was still facing Chen Ping, who had exhausted his divine soul power.

If he is in peak form, Chen Ping can finish him in a few rounds.

"The waning moon in the well!"

The white sword swept a white and flawless arc of light, like a bright moonlight, and danced four fireballs in one fell swoop.

This swordsmanship is one of Meng Ping's hole cards, and the grade is the yellow intermediate level.

After practicing day and night for decades, he has already advanced to the Great Perfection, and he is one step away from the state of Great Perfection.

The swordsmanship that Meng Ping had always been proud of was overshadowed today before the Qinglian Sixteen Sword Cutting Technique.

"Qinglian is a flash!"

Chen Ping was expressionless, and the iron sword spun straight up.

In the center of the sword shadow in the sky, a three-leaf green lotus with fresh green dripping appeared.

The sword pattern is dense, and it is extremely terrifying!

Meng Ping's expression froze, it was this outrageous Qinglian sword qi again!

Where else does he have the best defensive magic weapon to resist!

"Lu Daoyou, before Meng died, I wanted to know, who are you?"

Ten thousand swords rained down, and Meng Ping seemed to have given up resistance, full of bitterness.

"In the true legend of the Chixiao Sect, I was ordered to destroy your Meng family, do you believe it?"

The corners of Chen Ping's mouth raised, he didn't believe that Meng Ping would sit still and wait to die.

How could such a monk who had experienced strong winds and waves be so unbearable!

"Boy, fart! My Meng family has always been loyal to the Chixiao Sect, how could it attract the killing of the Shangzong! ”

Sure enough, just as Meng Ping's words had not fallen, he slammed the storage bag, and ten huge and small spirit stones with baby faces flew out of it, all embedded in the array eye.

His eyes were full of madness and determination.

The Seven-Colored Rainbow Array can unleash an attack supernatural power called the "Qiankun Pillar", which is specifically aimed at enemy cultivators who break into the inner circle.

These ten medium-grade spirit stones are necessary to open the Qiankun Pillar.

And every time after using the Qiankun Pillar, it will take half an hour to recover.

So, he only had this one chance.

At the same time, the flute also appeared in his hands.

Chen Ping's eyes shrank, and he immediately recognized this thing.

Stacked flute, a treasure of sound transmission.

The speed of the air-breaking flight was extremely fast, and ordinary Yuan Dan monks could not intercept it.

However, Chen Ping couldn't think about anything else, the lotus platform at that moment had already been activated.

The golden petals stood upright in unison, pointing straight to his place.

In the next moment, a heavy palpitation emerged.

Chen Ping accelerated the injection of mana, and the Qinglian sword qi stabbed down like an arrow from the string.

"Qiankun Pillar!"

Meng Ping was bent on controlling the array, giving up his defense, and only used the broken air avoidance umbrella to block the vital point.

The Array Eye Lotus Platform spun wildly, and in the blink of an eye, a pillar of colorful light comparable to the backbone of the temple took shape, like a deep-sea dragon, and blasted straight towards Chen Ping!

"Can't be hardwired!"

After perceiving the power contained in this pillar of colorful light, Chen Ping chuckled in his heart.

For the first time since the seizure of the soul, the danger was truly felt.

Chen Ping jumped hard and jumped off the ground, this colorful dragon looked like a straight pillar of light, but it actually flexibly turned around with him, locking his breath!

On the eve of the fall of thousands of sharp swords, Meng Ping quickly whispered a few words, and threw the stacked flute into the air.

In an instant, the flute disappeared into the sky with lightning speed.

"You can't hide!"

Meng Ping said compassionately.

In his pupils, thousands of sword shadows gradually enlarged, and when death really came, he was a little afraid.

Meng Ping has been cultivating for sixty-five years, and although there is no hope of building a foundation in this life, he is also considered a high authority in the family, second only to several foundation building elders.

A few years ago, the Taoist couple had just given birth to a young son with a medium-grade water spirit root.

Meng Ping has a successor, and he is very pleased.

In order to make his heir's path of cultivating immortals smoother, he gave up his own cultivation and accepted the task of the family to come to Fujiyama Island to consul on chores.

I hope that before driving the crane to the west, I will save a Tsukidan for my young son.

He doesn't want to die, he still has decades of chic life, he wants to see the child open his spirit and practice qi with his own eyes, and even build a foundation!

"Ahh

Meng Ping roared loudly, and several talismans and magic weapons were thrown out uninterruptedly, protecting his body.

There was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

That is, the Qiankun Pillar, which was comparable to the full force of a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, could bombard Chen Ping in one fell swoop.

And he was able to survive under the encirclement and suppression of Qinglian Sword Qi.

On the other side, the Qiankun Pillar blasted straight in, and Chen Ping dodged several times in a row with frowning brows, but he still couldn't get rid of the tracking.

Facing the Qiankun Pillar head-on, the consequence is absolutely lifeless.

The anger in Chen Ping's eyes flashed.

The immortal light of the spiritual acupoint in the body bloomed, and the remaining few percent of the mana was all drawn into the meridians.

Then, two elegant and dusty ten-petal lotus flowers appeared on the soles of their feet.

The third form of Qinglian's sixteen sword slashing techniques, step by step, gives birth to lotus.

This move is not capable of killing, but it is extremely fast at moving in a small area.

The effect was immediate, and I saw Chen Ping turn into a white phantom, moving back and forth in the magic circle.

With each move, there are circles of reddish ripples.

At this time, Qinglian's sword qi slammed on the wall umbrella, tearing it to pieces in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, several earthen walls and magic weapons blocking in front of Meng Ping also turned into nothingness with a bang.

"Poof!"

Blood spurted like a torrential rain, and finally dozens of sword qi slashed Meng Ping's body.

He lay on his back on the ground, his eyes closed, like a corpse.

At this time, Chen Ping had no time to take care of anything else.

Although the Qiankun Pillar couldn't keep up with the step-by-step blessing of the lotus in a short period of time, it was still like a bone appendage, locking him tightly.

Chen Ping's complexion was cold, and a layer of coldness gradually covered his black eyes.

He decided to take a risk.