Chen Ping's Sword

The layer of hazy blood mist on the body also began to thin out.

"As expected, once the cultivation technique is operated, the body transforms into a Blood Shadow, hovering between illusion and reality...

If one were to use a sword to assassinate, ten or a dozen stabs might not really kill."

Chen Ping felt the slippery, hard-to-grasp ankle in his hand becoming solid and immediately understood.

Earlier, he didn’t use the [Clear Wind Shadowless Sword] for a secret attack; he only used the Concealing Breath and Form Technique of the Silk Thread Skill to hide under the withered branches and grass, turning into a dead object. This approach was indeed extremely wise.

Dark clouds covered the moon. In the dense forest at night, it was naturally the best place and time for an ambush.

However, it also depended on whom the enemy was.

If it was someone like Jiangh Yudie with strong body technique but low attack and weak defense, then naturally, the Shadowless Sword cutting him just once would suffice.

Once injured, the opponent’s body technique would greatly diminish, and you could handle them however you wished.

But the two following behind were somewhat different.

One had a burly figure like an iron tower, his skin showed a bronze metallic sheen, muscles strong, giving a sense of indestructibility just from looking.

Moreover, there was a faint glow on his face, rendering a solemn and admirable appearance.

Evidently, he had practiced some kind of internal and external Buddhist Hard Skill...

For such a person, using the Shadowless Swift Sword might not miss, but there was a risk that the stab might not penetrate deep, leading to a strong counterattack.

Alerting the enemy and then getting encircled by them, attracting a mass of experts, would not be easy to handle.

Using the Sunset Divine Arrow would be slightly better.

But this arrow technique has a peculiarity.

Once fired, it bursts with scorching brightness... Not only does the air become hot, but it comes with sound and light effects.

In the dark forest, forget about a surprise attack; the opponent would have seen it even before the bowstring moved.

The other was a skinny man, shrouded in a blood glow, with a foul stench... His figure indistinct and weightless as if stepping lightly on twigs.

Chen Ping assessed the situation and estimated that the opponent’s body might have utilized some secret skill, becoming extremely difficult to strike accurately.

Merely wounding with a sword might find it hard to kill him.

To achieve a lethal strike and prevent escape, a surprising move was necessary.

Hence, he opted not to use any techniques, but leveraged wrestling moves.

Once gripped, with his Unrivaled Divine Power of 8,000 pounds, he could slam left and right without letting go.

No matter how vigorously the opponent’s blood circulated, with blood mist swirling.

Heavily crashing to the ground.

Smashing out several deep pits.

Violently swinging the Blood Shadow Saber Fengping around five times.

Chen Ping realized he was only holding a sturdy leg intact.

The skinny Blood Shadow Man’s torso and head had been smashed away.

Pieces scattered east and west, the whole body in disarray.

"Not really so tough to beat, after all."

Chen Ping shook his head with a cold laugh.

He noticed another phenomenon.

These experts who cultivated Inner Qi or Qi and Blood, were either powerful attackers, strong in body technique, or formidable in body.

There was always a certain vulnerability visible in them.

Of course, comprehensive development wasn’t unheard of, but only those with very advanced cultivation realms would pursue it.

Not like himself.

His cultivation wasn’t so high, yet he progressed all-around, learning everything, excelling in everything.

In a fight, there were countless ways to choose from.

For instance, this burly man upfront, instead of evading after seeing him smash the Blood Shadow Man, he charged forward wanting a head-on collision.

His yellow-orange body seemed to ignite with flames, akin to the Vajra Warrior statue in the temple, evoking awe.

’It’s obvious, whatever you wish to do, that’s exactly what I’ll stop.’

A mere thought and Chen Ping knew this burly man’s body technique was lacking, slow to run.

But his strength was unbelievably potent, his body unyieldingly tough.

Even, in some respects, comparable to the Primordial Technique.

It’s like a bronze pea.

Unflattened, uncrushed, unbroken.

If he used methods meant for the Blood Shadow Man against him, it would play right into his hands, possibly needing tens of moves to beat him to death.

Chen Ping calculated quietly.

The "Frost Condensation Sword" on his back was already drawn.

With a flash of his figure, twenty-one illusions erupted in the dense forest.

Shadowy and indistinct...

Seemed in front, then suddenly behind, all around, left and right, everywhere.

Each wielded a sword, encircled by gentle breeze, shadowless and shapeless.

Puchi...

Countless sounds of sword blades piercing flesh echoed continuously.

Chen Ping’s guess wasn’t at all wrong.

He truly struggled to stab this man to death with one strike.

The opponent’s hard skills had reached a certain level.

Automatically reducing damage, counteracting with resilience, ready to counterattack.

A massive force vaguely converged, impending.

However, it was no issue.

The Shadowless Sword feared not the number of strikes.

He shouted, his figure forming a vortex of torrents around Yuan Ping, and in an instant, thrust 81 swords.

Then, with a movement, dozens of illusions collapsed inward, merging into one, with the sword returning to its sheath.

"Excellent sword technique."

Hua Lian’er stood not far away.

Couldn’t help but applaud lightly.

In that instant just now, she completely lost track of how many swords Seventh Brother executed, nor how many positions he maneuvered.

Only felt that sturdy man turned into a rock in water, while waves surged all around.

The sword momentum silently generated a rumbling resonance of continuous sword hums...

Until the end, there was no sound to be heard, only the burly man, with layers of blood waves appearing on his body, finally turning into a blood figure.

Yuan Ping looked dazedly with wide-open eyes.

He could no longer see anything.

Sometime earlier, his eyes had been blinded.

Was it the thirtieth sword, or perhaps the thirty-third, hard to recall.

His ears met with silence as well...

Not that the forest suddenly turned soundless.

But his eardrums had been pierced.

His head seemed injured by a sword, too...

"Buddha saf..."

Yuan Ping instinctively chanted a Buddha’s name, suddenly realizing that he couldn’t even say it out loud, nor did he have the face to say it.

Memories of bygone years floated across his mind, his spirit sank into darkness, consciousness rapidly fading.

Bang...

The burly figure heavily fell backward with no further sound.

Feeling the attribute panel of the Spring and Autumn Silkworm rapidly gaining Tribulation Points and Fortune Points... Chen Ping was slightly satisfied, casually scavenging the scene, picking up silver notes and several valuable trinkets, then turned away.

"Let’s go, as long as the Beizhou Barbarians in charge aren’t fools, they definitely won’t send more people into the forest again tonight."

"What if they really are a bit dim?"

Hua Lian’er turned into a contrarian, finally able to relax a bit, happily bantering.

"Even if they’re truly foolish, it’s not worrisome. With a few experts bloodied and dead here, how can anyone dare pursue blindly without total confidence, fearing to follow their fate?"

That’s just how people are.

Back in the modern world, Chen Ping had done some big things, some escapes were among his experiences.

Initially, when the opponent deemed him not much of a threat, they’d come ferociously, like swarming ants.

Whether human or ghost, they’d think they had him.

But when he struck harshly, instilling fear in all.

Those who dared to pursue became sparse.

Facing him directly, even saying a handful, would be flattering.

Without gathering large forces to besiege, opponents wouldn’t appear in front of him.

The current situation wasn’t any different.

Speaking in whispers, the two packed their belongings and moved steadily forward.

The vicinity was no longer safe to stay in.

Need to go deeper still...

This way, by dawn, safety would be much ensured.

Seize the chance to enhance strength; this time’s gains were plentiful, why not see if that Divine Eagle could be taken down?

Once the eye in the sky is removed, the safety towards Feiyun Crossing would increase exponentially.

...

"All dead."

By the riverside’s open space, inside a spacious and luxurious tent, Yuwen Ying’s face darkened, incredulous as he looked at the three corpses laid on the ground.

Couldn’t even say three corpses, more like three piles of body parts.

Only the robust man remained intact, although pocked with dense sword holes, at least his body remained whole.

As for the other two, one lost all limbs,

While the other shattered into five or six pieces, impossible to put back together.

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