Chen Ping's Sword

Earth-shattering.

"Bang!"

The bowstring vibrated, seemingly resonating in everyone’s hearts.

In the forest, the ground trembled, ancient trees swayed...

A rainbow light, fiery red at first, then icy blue, hit the target as soon as it was released.

The silver eagle screeched sharply, its eyes contracting, showing a despair akin to a human’s. It barely managed to rebound into the air before being struck by a second flap.

Already pierced through by that icy blue light.

Whoosh...

Blood rain splattered across the sky.

Countless silvery white feathers drifted down.

"It can’t be, it’s actually the Sun-Shooting Secret Technique. Where did he gain such a heritage?"

Yuwen Ying clutched his chest tightly and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

This Hai Dongqing, although just a hunting pet companion, was not a simple beast pet.

Much like Jade Spirit Snake Princess’s spirit snake, he had used the Celestial Witchcraft Sect’s Heart Blood Connection Technique to refine this Divine Eagle.

One must admit, the refining technique was quite useful.

The Divine Eagle, already majestic and intelligent, became very spiritual under the cultivation of the Celestial Witch Secret Technique.

It could be said to be his reliable right arm and best companion.

However, at this moment, he could only watch helplessly as his companion was pierced through the chest and exploded into a mist of blood by an arrow.

Completely unable to exert any strength.

...

"How dare you, boy?"

Sword Elder was beyond furious.

He seemed to hear the agonized roar from afar, saw Yuwen Ying’s twisted face, felt a rising sense of shame and anger, stretched his arm straight, pulled his treasured sword diagonally, and a green-black sword wave surged madly toward him.

Crashing along the path.

Seven or eight large trees thick enough to require an embrace were shattered and toppled as he smashed through them.

Body transformed into a sword, unleashing a strike in anger.

This was his oversight, only blood for blood, using fresh blood to compensate.

"You think I’m truly afraid of you?"

Chen Ping’s face turned cold as the Jade Ginseng Pill he had swallowed in advance suddenly exploded with heat, swiftly recovering what had been nearly drained by the "Sun-Shooting" move—his spiritual Qi, blood, and vitality.

From pretending to enter a cave to escape, to luring the Blood Monkey to pursue, then concealing breath and form, using habitual thinking to fool Sword Elder, swallowing the pill in advance, reverse charging, and shooting down the Divine Eagle with a full-force arrow.

Each step, interconnected.

He knew that once he let loose an arrow, it was nearly impossible to escape Sword Elder’s pursuit in a short time.

Even if the opponent were dead, taking action by his side couldn’t remain entirely undetected.

At such a short distance, with the Qi Mechanism locked, it was also impossible to escape the opponent’s attack range...

However, Chen Ping did not hope to completely escape this top expert; all he sought was a single moment.

The warmth in his belly was soothing, yet his mind remained cool as ice.

With a flip of his wrist, he put away the bow and switched to a sword, and Chen Ping slowly thrust forward with a sword.

Countless phantom images appeared, as he set his posture with a sword thrust, eighty-one swords combined into one.

He knew his cultivation realm was far inferior to the opponent’s, but so what? He wouldn’t compare Inner Qi, he’d compare the body.

Under the Lifeless Sword, vitality was extinguished, Qi and blood were eroded, attacking the five organs, depleting the spirit...

It was indeed quite difficult to resist.

Especially that fledgling Sword Intent, which directly drew in the surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, slashing out a sword turned into a sweeping storm.

At this moment, all dodging and evading actions would only increase the opponent’s Sword Momentum power.

Until being slashed to pieces.

Thus, he must blunt its edge, endure its sharpness, and seize the moment of its exhaustion to escape...

Chen Ping stood in place like an evergreen pine.

Sword shadows loomed thick...

Chen Ping felt as if a hammer struck his head, his brow throbbed furiously, his Qi and blood boiled wildly, and his insides felt as if struck by thunder...

Numerous needle-like Qi Forces swept across him, and blood threads oozed from his pores all over his body.

Having taken one move of the Lifeless Sword.

Even though he was in such a miserable state.

Hua Lian’er, whom he carried on his back, remained unharmed.

There was even a hint of a smile on his face.

’Finally, I still managed to block it.’

Facing him, the sharpness waned, the Sword Momentum was frustrated.

Chen Ping’s figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string, soared into the air, then transformed into a new swallow...

Circling and lightly folding, once again becoming a fluttering butterfly, darting into the forest.

Sword Elder’s stern, murderous face displayed a trace of bewilderment.

He had thought that the opponent, even if not cut in two by this sword, would suffer internal injuries and be devoid of vitality.

Yet unexpectedly.

The Lifeless Sword’s momentum fell, yet dozens of swords on the opposite side became one, entangling and resisting.

Each sword dispersed force, preventing his slashing attack from reaching effectively.

More astonishingly, the immense power transmitted from that Frost Condensation Treasure Sword almost made this elder, who had indulged in swordsmanship all his life, suspect his own treasured sword.

Was this a sword or a hammer?

From the sword came a tremendous force exceeding ten thousand pounds, layered upon layer, seemingly without end.

As a result, after contacting the Sword Momentum, Sword Elder’s arms felt slightly sore, causing him to be pushed backward.

His Qi Mechanism was frustrated, rendering him momentarily incapable of further pursuit.

He could only watch helplessly as that figure flew far away like a butterfly, escaping the lure of the Qi Mechanism.

"Good kid."

’Having just stepped into Tier Three, yet able to block my Tier Four Perfection, perceiving a trace of fledgling Sword Intent. Such talent, such innate ability, how astonishing.’

Regrettably, after this sword, he was destined to be an enemy, and he couldn’t be let go.

One step behind, Sword Elder marveled but wasn’t disheartened.

He was confident that even if the opponent escaped and didn’t die on the spot, he would surely be severely injured and wouldn’t be able to flee far.