Chen Ping's Sword

It seemed to move again, his right half of the body became blurry for a moment.

As if looking at a scene in the water, it wasn’t very clear.

The four young swordsmen who had just rushed past him from the side suddenly fell headlong to the ground...

Blood gushed from their necks like a fountain, making a gurgling sound in their throats.

The swords in their hands had already fallen to the ground with a clang.

"Junior Brother... what have you done?"

Cheng Fang was furious, unable to believe his eyes.

His sword technique was as dense as water, trapping the opponent firmly in place, and he even stepped forward, pointing the sword at the central palace, forcing the opponent into a hard fight.

Under such foolproof circumstances, he couldn’t see how the opponent made a move or how he killed his four junior brothers.

Chen Ping crossed his sword and slightly increased his strength, sending out a tremendous shockwave from the sword.

Just as Cheng Fang’s sword momentum reached him, he felt as if he had stabbed a mountain; all his follow-up moves were rendered useless.

Under the huge force of the countershock, he couldn’t maintain his stance, and his upper body involuntarily leaned back, staggering backward.

A mocking laugh echoed in his ears, "Still need to ask? They sought their own demise; no one else is to blame."

With one sword, Chen Ping repelled Cheng Fang and estimated the opponent’s sword force...

This person’s inner force and sword technique were actually not weak at all; his inner qi cultivation had long reached Tier Four. When fully exerting his sword, under the blessing of inner qi, he had a sword force of five to six thousand catties.

Ordinary fine iron could be cut through with one sword, as if slicing through rotten wood.

This level of realm, against the usual second-rate Jianghu fighters, could naturally be easily crushed, no wonder he was so arrogant...

Clearly, he knew of my many achievements, yet dared to boast about capturing me.

Unfortunately, realm and combat power are sometimes not the same thing at all.

Chen Ping’s current qi and blood strength had already reached an inconceivable sixteen thousand catties, and his Clear Wind Shadowless Swordsmanship had long achieved Great Success.

When he made a move, not only was the strength astonishingly powerful, but it shouldn’t be measured merely by Tier Three standards...

The sword technique was even more formless and invisible, striking without the slightest forewarning.

The sword moves with the heart.

The sword follows the intent...

Before others could even see him make a move, they had already been struck.

Those four disciples of the Spring Water Sword Hall brazenly passed by him, intending to capture Hua Lian’er... indeed, it was like flying to meet King Yama, unstoppable even if one tried.

"Fang, fall back."

Before Chen Ping could step forward and strike down with his sword momentum, a thunderous roar echoed through the hall.

Long-bearded elderly Hero Yuanxi Zhao Yuan Shen could no longer hold back.

One might suspect he often ate "crowing roosters," wielding such a commanding voice...

Just a casual shout, and the inner qi stirred, causing the inn to hum, making hearts tremble, fearing the building might collapse the next moment.

More impressive than his voice was his sword.

Just as he spoke,

Zhao Yunshen had already drawn his sword, launching a counterattack, striking before Cheng Fang could swing his sword, piercing through over a dozen yards to reach Chen Ping.

The sword light was like a silken ribbon...

At first, it flowed like spring water, then quickly transformed into towering waves of a long river.

As it reached Chen Ping, the sword momentum rose layer by layer, brilliance flaring, becoming a tempestuous ocean wave.

"Spring Water Swordsmanship, that’s the Spring Water Swordsmanship."

"Spring Water flows east, the ocean waves billow, the waves are a thousand layers."

There were soft exclamations all around.

"Oh!"

Chen Ping’s eyebrows twitched slightly, having originally intended to, after repelling Cheng Fang’s sword momentum, use the victory to stab this major disciple of the Spring Water Sword Hall with a single sword strike.

But he found that the sword momentum in front of him transformed into layer upon layer of waves coming at him.

The primordial force surged all around, with undercurrents swirling...

He seemed to be in the midst of a great flood. Even before his opponent’s sword arrived, the qi mechanism’s traction made his form shift, drawing him straight toward the sword’s point.

"You do have some skill, no wonder you enjoy such a great reputation."

Chen Ping squinted slightly, and he didn’t resist the opponent’s sword momentum with force. Instead, he went with the undercurrents, transforming into a fluttering butterfly, dancing and leaping in the narrow space enveloped by the sword light.

He wasn’t in a hurry to counterattack.

His opponent had high cultivation, with a rather exquisite sword technique. In his ventures through Jianghu, he hadn’t had many opportunities to face such strong adversaries.

It wouldn’t hurt to learn a bit more from this experience.

Just like three days ago, after a fierce battle with that Lifeless Sword Sword Elder, he felt a boost in confidence and numerous insights.

It brought inexplicable benefits to the enhancement of his own cultivation.

He thought of the Lifeless Sword and noticed that although the person before him wielded more aggressive momentum, his destructive power was not as strong as the sword elder known as the "Sword Slave."

When the sword elder delivered a strike, Chen Ping couldn’t even dodge or evade...

Enveloped by the opponent’s qi mechanism, he had no choice but to confront head-on.

Moreover, when the old man delivered a thrust, it attacked both mentally and physically in tandem.

A strange annihilating, corroding force plunged straight into his five viscera and six bowels...

With Chen Ping’s strong physique, he wasn’t entirely able to withstand it, sustaining injuries and spitting blood in an instant.

And as for Zhao Yunshen in front of him.

He clearly didn’t possess that level of offensive power.

It was not that his inner qi was insufficient or his sword force too weak.

But rather, he lacked a certain intent, or perhaps, a conviction.

However, Hero Yuanxi was, after all, a veteran expert, perfectly deserving of his reputation.

Under the enhancement of inner qi, his sword force was formidable, slashing the entire space into quivering shards, with ripples twisting... purely in terms of power, if not twenty thousand catties, it was seventeen to eighteen thousand.

Of course, once involving the domain of inner qi mobilizing Heaven and Earth Primordial Power for attack, it couldn’t be gauged purely by physical strength.

Sometimes, if sword qi transformed into needles were sharp and resilient enough, perhaps just a mere thousand catties of force could penetrate even the strongest defense.