Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 37
"bang"

The Jade-pattern sword suspended in mid-air buzzed and broke into several pieces, leaving only the spirit wood hilt.

After releasing two styles of Qinglian Slashing Sword Jue in succession, the mere top-grade magic weapon finally couldn't withstand the ravages of the violent sword energy and was completely destroyed.

Seeing this scene, Meng Ping was about to be overjoyed, but suddenly became depressed.

Because Chen Ping called out another thick black iron sword.

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

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

Although there are no top-grade spiritual sword instruments, there are as many as five or six top-grade ones.

A high-grade magic weapon can barely support the use of the Sword Slashing Jue twice.

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

"Guanghan June!"

Meng Ping's steps were elegant, the purple and white swords gathered together, and a layer of silvery autumn frost was newly covered on them.

"Flick the Firefinger!"

Chen Ping clicked, and six fireballs flew out, colliding with the purple and white swords.

Seeing his instant fire spell, Meng Ping let out a muffled snort and realized it was no surprise.

The strength of this son is by no means comparable to that of ordinary qi training monks.

Even in the realm of the peak of Qi training, he is considered a master, but he can't match the junior of the seventh level of Qi training in front of him.

From this we can see how terrifying Chen Ping's supernatural powers are.

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

If the state is at its peak, Chen Ping can completely deal with him within a few rounds.

"The waning moon in the well!"

The white sword swept across an arc of pure white light, like the bright moonlight, extinguishing four fireballs in one fell swoop.

This swordsmanship is one of Meng Ping's hole cards, and its grade is Huangpin middle grade.

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

Meng Ping has always been proud of his swordsmanship, but today it was eclipsed by Qinglian's Sixteen Sword Cuts.

"Qinglian appears!"

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

In the center of the sword shadows all over the sky, a fresh green three-leaved green lotus emerged.

Sword patterns are densely covered, extremely terrifying!
Meng Ping's expression froze, and it was this outrageous Qinglian sword spirit again!
Where does he have the best defensive magic weapon to resist!

"Fellow Daoist Lu, Meng wanted to know before he died, who exactly are you?"

Thousands of swords rained down, Meng Ping seemed to give up resistance, and said bitterly.

"The true biography of the Scarlet Heaven Sect, I was ordered to destroy your Meng family, do you believe it?"

The corner of Chen Ping's mouth twitched, he didn't believe that Meng Ping would sit still and die.

How can this kind of monk who has experienced strong winds and waves be so unbearable!
"Don't fart, boy! My Meng family has always been loyal to Scarlet Heaven Sect, how could it attract the killing of the previous sect!"

Sure enough, before Meng Ping finished speaking, he slammed the storage bag, and ten baby-faced spirit stones flew out of it, and all of them were embedded in the formation eyes.

His eyes were full of madness and determination.

The seven-color rainbow platform array can release an offensive magical power, named "Qian Kun Pillar", which is specially aimed at enemy cultivators who break into the array.

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

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

Therefore, he only has this chance.

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

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and immediately recognized it.

The stacked flute is a treasure of sound transmission.

The speed of flying through the air is extremely fast, and ordinary Yuandan monks cannot intercept it.

But Chen Ping couldn't think about anything else, the lotus platform at the eye of the formation had been activated.

The golden petals stood upright, pointing straight at his position.

In the next moment, a strong palpitation emerged.

Chen Ping accelerated the infusion of mana, and Qinglian sword energy pierced down like an arrow off the string.

"The Cosmic Pillar!"

Meng Ping focused on controlling the eyes of the formation, gave up defense, and just used a broken parachute to block the vital points.

The lotus platform in the formation eyes spun wildly, and in the blink of an eye, a beam of colorful light comparable to the backbone of a temple formed impressively, like a giant dragon in the deep sea, blasting towards Chen Ping!

"Can't take it hard!"

After realizing the power contained in this colorful beam of light, Chen Ping's heart skipped a beat.

For the first time since Seizing the Soul, he really felt the danger approaching.

Chen Ping leaped vigorously and jumped off the ground. This colorful giant dragon looked like a straight beam of light, but it also flexibly followed him to turn around and locked on to his breath!

On the eve of the thousands of sharp swords falling, Meng Ping quickly whispered a few words, and then threw the duophone into the air.

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

"You can't hide!"

Meng Ping said sadly.

In the pupils, thousands of sword shadows gradually enlarged. When death really came, he felt a little timid.

Meng Ping has practiced for 65 years. Although there is no hope of establishing a foundation in this life, he is considered a high-ranking member of the family, second only to several elders establishing a foundation.

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

I am very pleased that Meng Ping has a successor.

In order to make his son's journey of cultivating immortals smoother, he gave up his own cultivation and accepted the mission of the family to come to Tengshan Island to do chores.

I hope to save a Foundation Establishment Pill for my youngest son before driving the crane west.

He doesn't want to die, he still has decades of unrestrained life, he wants to watch the child unleash his spirit, and even build a foundation!

"what!"

Meng Ping roared loudly, throwing out several talismans and magical instruments continuously, protecting his whole body.

There is still a ray of extravagant hope in his heart.

That is, the Qiankun Pillar, which is comparable to a full-strength strike by a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, can kill Chen Ping in one fell swoop.

And he was able to survive under the encirclement and suppression of Qinglian sword energy.

On the other side, the Qiankun Pillar came straight at him. Chen Ping frowned and dodged several times in a row, but he still couldn't get rid of the pursuit.

Confronting the Qiankun Pillar head-on will definitely lead to death.

The hostility in Chen Ping's eyes flashed.

The spiritual acupoints in the body bloomed with immortal light, and the remaining mana was drawn into the meridians.

Then, two elegant ten-petaled lotus flowers appeared on the soles of the feet respectively.

The third form of Qinglian's Sixteen Cutting Sword Jue, the lotus grows every step of the way.

This move does not have the ability to kill, but the speed of moving in a small area is outstanding.

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

With every step, there will be circles of light red ripples.

At this time, Qinglian's sword energy slapped the Bikong umbrella, tearing it into pieces instantly.

Immediately afterwards, several earthen walls and magical artifacts blocking Meng Ping's front also vanished into nothingness with a bang.

"puff!"

Blood gushed out like a torrential rain, and finally dozens of sword qi cut Meng Ping's whole body.

He was lying on his back on the ground with his eyes closed, like a corpse.

At this time, Chen Ping had no time to take care of other things.

Although the Qiankun Pillar couldn't keep up with the step-by-step Shenglian blessing in a short period of time, it still locked him tightly like a gangrene.

Chen Ping's face was gloomy and cold, and a layer of coldness gradually cast over his black eyes.

He decided to take a risk.

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