"A top-grade spiritual treasure with dual attributes of earth and water."

The moment the innate sword heart affected Pei Yan's spirit sword, Chen Ping immediately sensed the various details and characteristics of this sword.

This Pei Yan was born in an old sword cultivation sect, and his background is undoubtedly extremely strong.

The natal spirit sword is in line with his own exercises, and this is what many sword cultivators dream of.

The more this was the case, the more Chen Ping wanted to destroy the brown long sword.

The innate sword heart jumped uncertainly, pouring out its own sword intent.

He wants to completely control Pei Yan's natal magic weapon.

"Compared to Kenshin, Pei has never lost anyone!"

Pei Yan's eyes flashed with anger, and a stream of dark yellow spring water erupted from his body.

The spring is like a source of new life, and it flows without a trace of power.

But at the same time, the brown long sword gradually stopped tearing, and there was a posture of a milk swallow returning to its nest.

"The strange spring water Kenshin just gives me a feeling of heaviness."

Chen Ping remained silent, but frowned secretly.

He boasted about Haikou before, and obviously he couldn't turn back.

It is also a fourth-step sword cultivator, and Pei Yan's sword path strength does not seem to be much weaker than him.

Dozens of miles away, He Yongming glanced back and forth apprehensively.

The difference between cloud and mud that the senior brother just said, he believed it ninety out of nine.

But looking at the sword intent of the two fighting, there seems to be no world of difference.

"Yes, Pei Daoyou can make Han take one or two seriously."

As soon as the hard words came out, Chen Ping held his breath, the sword momentum on his body converged wildly, and formed a gray inconspicuous giant sword in the air, and Huanghuang pressed towards Pei Yan.

This is not swordsmanship, it is still the suppression of the sword heart.

In the midst of the surging wind and clouds, the gray sword pressed down and slashed into the void of the brown long sword.

Silently, the dark yellow spring water was scattered into countless droplets, shattering and opening.

"What is the origin of his sword heart?"

Pei Yan was shocked, and looked at the gray sword with an incredible look in his eyes.

His own spring water sword heart was naturally born after cultivating the six tricks of the sect's heavenly swordsmanship.

The strength of this sword heart is ranked first in the entire Fancang Sea area.

But the facts are in front of him, and his sword heart was crushed by the opponent with a single blow.

"Hehe, can't you do it?"

Pei Yan's surprise made Chen Ping smile coldly.

His sword heart was born as the first sword that comprehended heaven and earth.

The source of the rule power of the sword spirit root is the innate sword.

Under the whole world, nothing can suppress it!

At least with Chen Ping's knowledge, he didn't know that there was an existence that was stronger than the innate sword heart.

"Buzz!"

The brown longsword was once again guided by an inexplicable force, and wanted to defect from its master.

Kendo competitions in the same realm are affected by many factors.

The strength of the swordsmanship, the strength and weakness of the sword heart, and the strength of the sword......

Either one is crucial.

Since he lost completely in the sword heart, Pei Yan didn't force it, and with a thought of the formula, the yellow beads in the sky condensed again, and turned into a spring water sword heart.

This time, not only his body, but also the Natal Spirit Treasure and the surrounding space were entangled in dark yellow springs.

There is a sword move in the Six Tricks of the Extreme Spring, which can temporarily strengthen the magic power of the sword heart.

Pei Yan, who had already cultivated this method to the Great Perfection, was familiar with it, and the brown long sword immediately stopped and began to repel the guidance of the innate sword heart.

……

"The confrontation between the two fourth-step sword cultivators is rare and exciting."

Outside the formation, Bai Wencheng, the taciturn Bodhi Mansion Yuanying, spoke.

"Fellow Daoists may recognize where Han Jianxiu's sword heart came from?"

Fan Xinglun asked lightly around lightly.

"Qiu Rong has never seen it in the classics."

Yun Qiurong shook his head and said softly.

Others were silent, visibly unrecognizable.

Fan Xinglun expected it in advance.

The intelligence and collection of classics of the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce is definitely to dominate the Eastern Regions.

Even he had never heard of it, and the Daoists present probably wouldn't know about it.

"The true body of this gray spirit sword may be a heavenly spirit treasure."

The Mountain Demon True Monarch raised his eyebrows and said lukewarmly.

"Oh?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several Yuan Ying changed, and they all looked at Chen Ping.

If the Mountain Demon True Monarch guessed correctly, then does Yuanying surnamed Han have a sword-like Tongtian Spirit Treasure?

This is enough to cause them to blush.

"Senior Brother Han's cultivation of the Heavenly Sword Technique is extremely strong, and it is not surprising that he has cultivated this sword heart."

Liu Yuze excused Chen Ping.

Subsequently, the group of Yuan Babies were silent with different thoughts.

……

The sword fighting in the square continues.

The two primordial babies were separated by a hundred feet, and their motionless appearance was quite strange in the eyes of the low-level monks.

But in fact, the rivalry between Chen Ping and Pei Yan is extremely dangerous, and if you don't pay attention, your sword heart will collapse and your sword path will be greatly damaged.

The sensation caused by the innate sword heart had long been expected by Chen Ping.

First, swordsmanship is his fundamental method, and sooner or later there will be a day when it will be exposed.

Moreover, it would not be a good thing to attract some young people who died for wealth to covet it.

Every Yuanying monk is not a nobody in the Fancang Sea.

It is impossible to do active robbery and killing.

But if someone else covets his treasure and is forced to kill him, the nature will be different.

"Drop it!"

Chen Ping shouted, and the innate sword heart compressed into the size of half a palm contained violent energy, and slashed down heavily.

"Zizi"

The two sword hearts that were still on equal foot just now made a judgment.

Pei Yan's Huangquan Sword Heart shattered for the second time.

"Poof"

Swallowed by the sword intent, Pei Yan spit out a stream of blood from his mouth, and his robe was stained with blood.

"Pei Daoyou, who specializes in swordsmanship, you are nothing more than that!"

A brown long sword that took over Pei Yan, Chen Ping said mockingly.

"Senior Pei lost his Natal Spirit Sword?"

"Doesn't this mean that Senior Han's kendo is far from being comparable to Senior Pei?"

"Just now, Senior Pei also directly controlled the sword of Senior Wu Nian Zonghe, and Senior Han seems to be holding a grudge."

Wan Xiu in the audience began to talk nonsense.

"Senior Brother's swordsmanship is superb, and he has reached an extraordinary realm."

He Yongming's heart was excited, and his pupils regained some of his brilliance.

"Shattered!"

The moment the brown long sword was in his hands, Chen Ping clamped his fingers and pressed it fiercely.

But what he didn't expect was that the material of this sword was incomparably hard, and it couldn't be shaken by his physical strength.

"Take my Feiting sword, Pei and you will not give up!"

Pei Yan's eyes were beating with wisps of anger.

He Yongming had just experienced the humiliation, and he clearly realized it.

For any Great Sword Cultivator, the hatred of snatching the sword is like killing his parents.

However, the most important thing at the moment is to take back Fei Ting, after all, half of his divine power is above this sword.

"Whoa!"

The Feiting Sword was Pei Yan's natal magic weapon that he practiced day and night, and he was urged by one of them, and immediately broke free in the palm of Chen Ping's hand.

In just half a breath, a large sword mark rolled out of his arm.

Chen Ping's heart sank.

He and Pei Yan's swordsmanship was half a catty, but he forcibly collected the Feiting Sword with the suppression of the sword heart, and he couldn't control it for long at all.

It was true that if he exposed all the power of his divine sense, it would be enough to shatter the connection between the two and take the spirit sword.

It's a pity that this is not a life-and-death fight encountered in private.

More than a dozen yuan babies outside the venue focused their eyes on this.

Once the news of the birth of the Treasure Divine Soul Method is leaked, it will be much more serious than a Heavenly Spirit Treasure.

Not to mention the Yuanying Great Cultivator, even if the Avatar Spirit Venerable will covet it.

Liwei is one thing, but Chen Ping is never willing to expose all his hole cards in front of everyone.

Seeing that he would not be able to destroy the Feiting Sword for a while and a half, Chen Pingyin pursed his lips with compassion, and a hundred drops of essence blood burned into the index finger of his right hand.

Then, the Fei Ting Sword roared like a dragon and flew back towards Pei Yan.

"Boom!"

With a strong pressure on his elbow, relying on the strength of his body, Chen Ping stubbornly punched the Feiting sword into his crotch.

Then, Long Yingbu slid into the air, and the index finger of the essence blood gathered suddenly made a few strokes on the hilt of the Fei Pavilion Sword.

"Han's handwriting is too ugly, please forgive Pei Daoyou."

Chen Ping smiled and said in a strange tone.

Behind him, his index finger trembled in severe pain.

The material of the Fei Pavilion Sword was too hard, and he spent a lot of money in order to destroy humanity.

"Whoosh!"

When the Fei Ting Sword returned to Pei Yan's hand, he subconsciously glanced down.

The next moment, the person's face twitched wildly, and he was full of anger.

I saw that on the hilt of the Feiting Sword, there were four crooked and twisted ancient texts.

"The sword under the crotch!"

The dazzling big characters seem to be a sharp knife entering the body, and Rao is the seven orifices of Pei Yanyuan's infant and old monster's state of mind.

"Han Daoyou's methods are a bit despicable."

With a sweep of his senses, Fan Xinglun commented speechlessly.

Yun Qiurong smiled, and there was a hint of strangeness in his iceberg-like expression.

The other Yuan Babies frowned even more.

The righteous and bright fighting method, and these indiscriminate methods, really regard themselves as evil cultivators.

"Senior Brother Han did a good job!"

Liu Yuze was in good spirits and grinned.

Senior Brother He was almost ruined by Pei Yan, and he gritted his teeth with hatred for this person.

Although Senior Brother Han's revenge method was a little angry, it was very much in line with his heart.

However, he also had a faint sense of concern.

The Wunian Sect had just declared war with the Fierce Tooth Cave, and now it had offended a sword cultivation sect in the open sea, how did it feel that the situation was a little wrong?

"Under the rough people, Pei Daoyou is still satisfied?"

After humiliating Pei Yan fiercely, Chen Ping didn't say a word, just pointed a little, and the various free-flowing sword qi beside him rushed forward.

Fang Cai was only mentally suppressed, and did not cause substantial injuries to Pei Yan.

And how to destroy an arrogant sword cultivator, he is very experienced.

After a brief period of rage, Pei Yan had regained his composure, and with a turn of his cold eyes, the Fei Ting Sword shot out.

"Buzz!"

A brown sword shadow covered it, and it swept straight towards the sword qi to kill.

Chen Ping's sword qi was transformed by a foreign body, and without the blessing of a magic weapon, he was naturally not the opponent of the Fei Ting Sword.

In a matter of three or five seconds, the Fei Ting Sword had the absolute upper hand, and swept the sword qi in all directions.

"Wu Nian Zong Han Zhu, use your natal sword!"

Seeing that Chen Ping condensed the sword qi with his bare hands, Pei Yan seemed to have suffered greater humiliation, and the light of the Fei Ting Sword skyrocketed again, aiming at the arrogant figure.

"No, no."

Waving his hand wittily, Chen Ping opened his mouth and spit out, and a delicate flower bone flew out of thin air.

Then, a green thunder vortex flew into the air, and "bang" and "bang" bloomed twice.

One red and one bruised, two giant swords that were hundreds of feet long condensed in the air.

Under Chen Ping's thoughts, the Thunder Sword and the Fire Sword were divided left and right, and at the same time, they aimed at the Fei Pavilion Sword and struck away.

Heaven and earth are the sword realm of the sword momentum and the combination of magic, and the heavy sword shadows around the sword of the pavilion are swept away.

"This person's thunder and fire magic skills are strong."

Pei Yan's face sank, and the mantra popped out.

The confetti sword shadows near the Fei Pavilion Sword immediately roared in unison, and two giant swords that were comparable to each other were also formed in mid-air.

One is gray and the other is blue, and they have powerful earth and water properties, respectively.

Jiquan divides the sword, the third form of the six tricks of Jiquan.

This move combines the monk's own mana, and the defense is amazing.

Sure enough, Chen Ping's sword of thunder and fire slowly rotated and collided with the sword splitting technique.

"呲呲"

The screeching of the tip of the needle against the wheat mang was incessant.

As we all know, the earth attribute is heavy on defense, and the water attribute also has a protective ability that cannot be underestimated.

Therefore, the Blue Tribulation Immortal Thunder and the Unquenchable Ancient Flame did not take advantage of it at all, but instead burst into flames, and the light rose and shrank and disappeared without a trace.

The disadvantage on the scene immediately made the juniors of the Wunian Sect worried.

Especially the Mengfeng Lord who listened to the order to bring the whole sect to watch the battle.

If Han Laozu was defeated, would he be blamed?

However, the group of yuan babies watched indifferently.

So far, Chen Ping has not used a magic weapon.

Who wins and who loses is still two theories.

As for the most calm, there is no one more than Liu Yuze and Wu Chuhan.

The Inheritance Supreme Treasure Wunian Luo Sheng Sword has not yet appeared, and Senior Brother Han's strength has only exerted three or four percent.

……

"It's not going to go down."

The spell spirit sword with a handle was destroyed by the Fei Pavilion Sword, and Chen Ping regretted it a little.

It was true that he wanted to set an example for his junior disciples, but he overestimated his swordsmanship.

"Senior Brother He, you remember, high-level fighting methods must know how to adapt to changes, no matter how strong your kung fu is, it is useless."

As soon as Chen Ping drank the sound of He Yongming, he wanted to draw out Luo Sheng's sword.

Coincidentally, after Pei Yan scattered the attack, he actually brought up the old matter again: "Pei Mou and the swordless sword cultivator fight sword, it is really a pity. ”

If it was a life-and-death fight, he wished that the other party would not use the spirit sword and be killed.

But under Wan Xiu's attention, if he couldn't defeat the Quansheng enemy in a dignified manner, his sword heart would probably be depressed for a while.

Doze off sent pillow this is!

Hearing this, Chen Ping was overjoyed, but his face was extremely calm: "Very good, just like Pei Daoyou's wishes!" ”

As he spoke, he slapped the dantian without thinking, "boom", and a dark green light and shadow flew out in an instant.

This light and shadow circled flexibly, and in the blink of an eye, clusters of fierce swords gathered in all directions.

Almost enveloped the entire formation space!

"Buzz!"

After the dark green light and shadow appeared, the Fei Pavilion Sword seemed to have encountered a fateful enemy, and his aura plummeted suddenly, and the sword qi released from the outside also involuntarily shrank in a large circle.

"The best sword spirit treasure?"

Pei Yan's eyes shrank, covered with a cautious color.

When the Fei Pavilion Sword appeared in such a situation, it was clearly suppressed by the power of the other party's spirit sword.

Soon, his divine sense sensed that this dark green sword was a strange treasure that was stronger than the best spirit treasure.

Pei Yan, who was moving a stone to hit his own feet, said bitterly, and said hardly: "Since it is a sword fight, I hope that Daoist friends will not exert other magical powers." ”

The lineage of the Wunian Sect is longer than his sect.

He was afraid that this person would not talk about martial arts and would come up with some difficult means to deal with.

"Senior brother, next you have to comprehend the way of the sword wholeheartedly!"

Nodding noncommittally, Chen Ping gave He Yongming an order, and immediately slapped Luo Sheng's sword and rushed down to kill.

Suddenly, the surrounding dark green sword qi rolled violently, and the destructive momentum surged upward, covering Pei Yan and Fei Ting Sword.

"Waterfall of the Nine Heavens!"

Secretly whispered, Pei Yan didn't dare to slack off and did a swordsmanship.

He knew very well that in terms of the quality of the magic weapon alone, the Feiting Sword was by no means the enemy of the opponent's spirit sword.

Suddenly, a fifteen-zhang wide spatial crack opened above.

The earth and water aura in the fang market continued to pour into the square, and it was absorbed by the cracks.

"Bang la la"

Then, a yellow and blue waterfall poured out of the crack.

The terrifying thing is that this waterfall has no flowing potential, and the surrounding body is densely packed with static small swords.

But the roar of slapping stones hitting the mountain rang in Chen Ping's ears at first glance, shocking his heart.

Gu Yu

"This sword technique also carries a certain divine soul attack!"

Relying on the strength of his divine soul, Chen Ping completely ignored the negative effects of swordsmanship, and in the face of the overwhelming sword roar, Luo Sheng's sword turned in the palm of his hand.

Sixteen identical sword bodies rushed out, swept away like a fairy tail of a spirit sparrow, and the sword waterfall collided hard in mid-air.

For a time, two very different scenes were divided within the area of the square.

Luo Sheng's sword qi pine and cypress are tenacious, and a thousand nights are in the clouds!

The sword of the pavilion is bright but not shining, and the still water flows deeply.

Just when the two sword clouds were evenly divided, Luo Sheng's sword was a slippery illusion, and the sixteen great sword divisions merged in an instant, gathering in one place and poking fiercely at the center of the sword waterfall.

"Boom!"

Under the huge gap in the spirit treasure, the sword waterfall collapsed, and the Fei Pavilion sword let out a wail on its own, and a black slit half a finger wide appeared on the body.

Pei Yan's face immediately turned pale, and he spit out a mouthful of essence blood on the sword.

"Zizi"

At the same time, the power of the Fei Ting Sword increased by three percent, and after touching Luo Sheng's sword, it barely returned to its original position without falling behind.

"Han Mou's ordinary sword, you have to be blessed with essence blood to barely deal with it, Ling's kendo attainments disappoint me too much, and I am not worthy of fighting swords with me at all!"

Standing firmly in the air, Chen Ping sighed faintly and shook his head.

This sentence was originally in Kongming Island, when he and Chu Qingling were fighting swords, the latter ridiculed his weak swordsmanship.

Even with the thickness of his face, he was deeply humiliated.

Presumably, Pei Yan will be even more heartbroken.

"You!"

Pei Yan was furious, and the grief and indignation in his heart were uncontrollably revealed.

The Yuanying Monk used a great attack on the mind, this is no longer the lower three indiscriminate, but the lower ninth rate.

But the problem is extremely important for Jian Xiu, maintaining his state of mind, and Pei Yan has already entered the game and it is difficult to get out.

"The inheritance of the Wunian Sect is really powerful."

On the suspended chair, Fan Xinglun turned his head to Liu Yuze and said, "The old man remembers that hundreds of years ago, the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce wanted to exchange two top-grade spiritual treasures for this sword, but was decisively rejected by several Taoist friends of your sect. ”

"This Han Daoyou has only joined your sect for decades, and you can rest assured that you will hand over the important treasures of the sect to him?"

The Jiuding Chamber of Commerce also has a sword cultivator in the middle of the Yuan Infant.

After failing to change Luo Sheng's sword, he retreated and refined a superb spirit treasure.

"The younger brother is a person, Liu is very relieved."

Liu Yuze avoided the topic of changing swords back then, and said with a smile.

He admitted that giving Luo Shengjian to Chen Ping had an element of gambling.

If the junior brother secretly leaves the sect, he Liu Yuze is the sinner of the sect.

It is necessary to treat a young monk with unlimited potential with a naked heart.

At present, it seems that Senior Brother Han is completely worthy of his trust.

"After he took the Luo Sheng Sword, I probably won't be his opponent anymore."

Yun Qiurong pursed her red lips and thought secretly.

At this moment, the two major sword cultivators in the square formation had once again glued together.

"Pei Daoyou, please take it!"

While Chen Ping moved with the wind, Luo Shengjian slashed into the air.

A brilliant sword arc and a dragon with its head and tail swinging downward.

"This is Han's self-created heavenly swordsmanship for twenty years, a real human swordsmanship genius, you can't imagine it!"

Chen Ping's roar without different colors, and the sword one and sword two styles slowly pressed down.

At the same time, there were violent fluctuations on Luo Sheng's sword, and circles of transparent vortex ripples emanated.

"Zizi"

This sound wave contained an injurious power that shook the surrounding space with a loud bang.

The spell that comes with Luo Sheng's sword is empty and the sword is roaring.

The three swordsmanship performed together was already the limit of Chen Ping's current swordsmanship.

Even with the power of his divine sense, it was extremely difficult to control.

He didn't want to be entangled with Pei Yan anymore, and the momentum of the thunder was immediately pressed down one after another.

Pei Yan's body froze, and his face changed wildly.

His refuge was actually restricted.

Moreover, the sonorous sword roar that filled the sky and the earth, as if it was a sound of urgency, interrupted his spell over and over again.

At the expense of the great loss of essence and blood, Pei Yan finally communicated with the Feiting Sword.

The sword spun outside his body, and immediately transformed into a yellow-blue sword shield, enveloping his body.

"Boom!"

In the next moment, the sword and the two attacks came together.

Jian Yi's spell attribute is biased towards immobilization, and the power is not terrifying.

Therefore, it was easily resisted by the yellow and blue sword shield.

But the sword two style attack is obviously several times higher.

No matter how much mana Pei Yan injected, it was still "crunch" and "crunch" that showed cracks, and then shattered and disappeared.

"Pei Daoyou, your sword heart has no spirituality! The sword has no soul, but there is no intention! ”

"Wrong, your sword moves are all defensive, but you fall behind."

Chen Ping smiled gloomily and returned Pei Yan's bitter words to his junior brother.

"Senior Brother......

He Yongming choked up and sighed with emotion.

"He's going to kill me?"

Seeing Luo Shengjian shooting straight forward towards the dantian, Pei Yan was shocked in his heart, and quickly opened his mouth to spew out a white porcelain cup.

After the white cup turned, his body size skyrocketed by hundreds of times, protecting Pei Yan under it.

A sword slashed and fell, but Chen Ping was forced back dozens of miles by the force of the shock.

This white porcelain cup turned out to be a precious and superb defensive spiritual treasure.

"The surname is Pei, you don't talk about martial arts, you fight swords and throw other magical powers!"

Chen Ping was so angry that his backhand was a fish, and the Broken Sky Tower soared and pressed down.

……

"Senior Han is too strong, he is also in the early stage of Yuanying, and he has no power to fight back under his palm."

"That is, how can the ancestor of my Wunian Sect be comparable to an ordinary person of the same rank?"

The scene of Chen Ping pressing Pei Yan's attack made Wan Xiu sigh.

Especially the disciples of the Wunian Sect are even more excited.

In the cultivation world, only strength is the capital that overwhelms everything.

After this war, Chen Ping's prestige in the Wunian Sect skyrocketed, second only to Liu Yuze, the first cultivator.

"Qiu Rong, after you go back, you add Han Daoyou's information to the Yuanying list, and the ranking is set at eighty-five, six places above Pei Yan."

Fan Xinglun commanded casually.

Yu Haoying and Zhu Zhenjun of the Yusha Hall glanced at each other, and their faces were difficult to look at.

The Fancang Yuan Infant List is jointly announced by several top chambers of commerce in the whole sea area, sharing information with each other, and is very prestigious.

Being recognized by Fan Xinglun shows that Chen Ping's supernatural powers have been greatly recognized.

Yu and Zhu have retreated, the two of them are still not a hundred, how to compete with Chen Ping again.

Looking at the scene, Pei Yan could only consume Chen Ping's mana at most, and he couldn't hurt this person at all.

Especially Zhu Zhenjun, fear emerged in his heart.

The gap between the Yusha Hall and the Wunian Sect is well known to passers-by.

In case Chen Ping is seriously injured here, he will miss out on the Polar Sun Treasure Domain.

"Elder Fan, don't forget, Han Daoyou is still a top-notch puppeteer, and even the natal puppet is hidden and useless."

Yun Qiurong's words made Yu and Zhu's faces change again.

Chen Ping had grabbed a lot of resources on Wunian Island by puppetry, and obviously couldn't hide the eyes and ears of the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce.

"Then it's set at eighty."

Fan Xinglun said lightly.

"Hehe, thank you for the recognition."

Liu Yuze thanked him.

Since him, the sect has added another Tongtian figure on the Yuanying list, which is really lucky.

Of course, he knows what kind of strength the junior brother is.

If you ask him to come to the row, it is not too much to squeeze into the top 50.

"Han Daoyou's potential is indeed good, the old man wants to congratulate you on the Wunian Sect."

Fan Xinglun said with a smile, suddenly his heart moved, and he quietly glanced at the sky on the right side.

"The aura of the fifth-level concealed portable formation, could it be that Daoist friend of the Phaseless Array Sect?"

Seeing that the other party had no intention of showing up, Fan Xinglun was inconvenient to pierce it.

The opening of the Polar Day Treasure Domain is imminent, and even the Imperial Court of the Sea Clan has contacted the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce, not to mention the Terran Clan's Bull Ear Bearer Wuxiang Array Sect.

It's just that this time is different from the past, once Elder Qin refines that thing, it will be impossible for the Array Sect to be as strong as the Nine Ding Chamber of Commerce and bullied him arrogantly.

……

While the cultivators were talking, the sky was already dark in the big array, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

Whenever Pei Yan used a magical power other than swordsmanship, Chen Ping also immediately cast a color.

In just a few breaths, Pei Yan was already scarred, and thousands of drops of essence and blood were lost.

Although the best defensive spirit treasure is strong enough, the early Yuan Infant monk generally uses it twice before exhausting his mana.

After Luo Shengjian broke Pei Yan's sword shield, Chen Ping smiled coldly, and the sword qi in the sky rushed up.

"Shhh

The flesh and blood were rolling, and Pei Yan's face, hands, and abdomen were bleeding like a torrent, and the sword marks were dense.

"You hurt my senior sister's thirteen sword mouths, and this seat is now returned tenfold!"

Counting carefully one by one, Chen Ping burst out with a mouthful of spiritual power and shouted, shooting out a sword qi that pierced through Pei Yan's lower body.

"Ahh

Pei Yan screamed continuously, and his body tried his best to dodge but to no avail.

"One hundred and thirty!"

Then, Luo Sheng's sword rested on Pei Yan's neck, drawing the last hideous wound that was deep and visible.

"Senior Brother ......"

Wu Chuhan, who was outside the court, had beautiful eyes, and an inexplicable emotion crossed his heart.

Chen Ping's status in the sect is getting higher and higher, which will undoubtedly reduce her interests.

The original sourness and dissatisfaction are now all dissolved.

……

"Old Ancestor Han has vast magical powers and boundless mana!"

Under Chen Ping's command, Lord Meng Dafeng immediately signaled to the people in the three spirit ships.

Suddenly, a sea of cheers and boasting rang out in the spirit ship.

Beast roars, bird cries, and insect chirps echoed over half of the Thoughtless Island.

The monks below were also infected, and shouted in worship and praise.

At the same time, a chill arose in the hearts of every monk.

In the battle between the two major sword cultivators, in addition to showing his strong supernatural powers, Han Laozu has one aspect that is more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Surely you will repay!

The heart eye is smaller than a grain of rice!

Even a few Yuanying monks were shocked, and secretly warned themselves not to provoke this person in the future.

……

"Throw in the towel!"

Chen Ping drank indifferently, and Luo Shengjian advanced another half inch.

"Enough, Pei Daoyou has been defeated."

Pei Yan, who was not waiting for his face to be like ashes, replied, Fan Xinglun flew down and stopped him sternly.

A certain Yuanying monk in Pei Yan's sect had a good relationship with him.

Of course, he couldn't just watch Chen Ping ruin a fourth-step sword cultivator.

"Senior Brother Han, it's almost over."

Liu Yuze hurriedly said.

"Han Mou welcomes your sect's sword cultivators to come and learn at any time."

Chen Ping snorted coldly, kicked Pei Yan's chest, and kicked him directly out of the formation channel.

didn't care about the sect power behind this person at all.

First, he has never been a good man and a woman.

In the past, it was low-key because of the trade-off of the strength of the supernatural powers.

Now he bullied a Yuan Infant in the early stage, but there was nothing to discuss.

Moreover, he thought about the future.

After the Polar Sun Treasure Domain, he may leave the Wunian Sect for a long time.

Leaving an impression on the strong enemies who are looking around on all sides that they will fight and revenge will be avenged, it is a huge and effective protection for the sect.

Whoever dares to provoke the Wu Nian Sect will not be able to get along with the ruthless Han Zhenjun!

In this way, as long as he does not fall, the possibility that the sect will be safe and sound will be much greater.

"Senior brother, you go out first."

Turning around, Chen Ping said undoubtedly.

He Yongming nodded and flew away from the square without hesitation.

For a while, there was only a purple-robed figure standing in the formation.

"Who else?"

Chen Ping opened his mouth lightly, and his mana expanded his words to the limit, echoing out one after another.

At the same time, a black shadow fell from the cuffs, and a fifth-order seahorse puppet appeared proudly!

Then, Chen Ping moved another half step, pointed at Yu Haoying and Zhu Zhenjun outside the formation, and repeated in a low voice:

"Who else!"

"Whew!"

The white lightning densely enveloped the sky, and the silver lin badger puppet had four hooves and roared incessantly.

For a time, the entire market was silent, as quiet as death.

Zhengjiao Yu Haoying and Zhu Zhenjun's eyelids jumped wildly, where did they dare to step forward to fight.

The seahorse puppet was fine, but the badger demon realm was even higher than them.

Coupled with Chen Ping's own swordsmanship, even if the two of them play together, it won't help, and they won't last long.

Pei Yan, who was seriously injured, showed a look of despair.

It turns out that the opponent who he thinks can catch up with and surpass is actually hiding the means of the puppeteer!

Fang Cai didn't treat him as a fierce rival at all.

"The silver badger domesticated by the madman has really fallen into his hands, and has been built into a fifth-order middle-grade puppet!"

Yun Qiurong breathed sluggishly and muttered.

Bai Wencheng and Fan Xinglun were the strongest, although they didn't put the two puppets in their eyes, they still frowned in unison.

Chen Ping's strength has been able to compete with the middle of the Yuan Infant.

This kind of Yuanying monk who is more than a small level is very rare in the Fancang Sea area.

"Qiu Rong, move him up ten places in the rankings."

Fan Xinglun said again.

"Good!"

Yun Qiurong nodded slightly numbly.

"Why don't you two go together?"

Seeing that no one answered, Chen Ping said calmly.

You can't hurt people's lives, and you can't take people's treasures.

He was not at all in the mood for two more fights.

The release of two fifth-order puppets is to make the two Yuan Babies behind them retreat!

"Han Daoyou is superb, and the concubine has lost."

Yu Haoying arched her hand and said with a wry smile.

"Zhu also automatically admits defeat."

Subsequently, Zhu Zhenjun said with an ugly expression.

The Thoughtless Sect has risen!

If he wants to save his life, there is only one way to take refuge in the Fierce Tooth Cave.

Stunned, he glanced at his ally, Mountain Demon True Monarch.

And the other party was also shocked.

"Could it be that when the Wunian cultivators killed Dai Daoyou, this person made a great effort? No, I have to report the news to the Kan Dong Lord as soon as possible. ”

The Mountain Demon True Monarch's mind turned and he thought secretly.

……

"Since the two of you admit defeat without a fight, the amount of the treasure domain is the sect's!"

Chen Ping smiled, and the Wunian Luo Sheng Sword rose into the air.

When he landed, Wan Xiu's exclamation and enthusiastic discussion came out of the market.

In the early days of a primordial infant, the two peers of the same level who were shocked did not dare to join forces to play, and the shock to them was simply indescribable!

The monks on the side of the Wunian Sect cheered and lifted Old Ancestor Han up a few steps.

With this kind of protection of the ancestor, why is the sect afraid of other forces eyeing the tiger?

"After he got married, he actually got mixed up in the open sea again."

In a hidden space high in the sky of Fang City, a pleasant female voice came out, and the words were mixed with a hint of sophistication and complexity.