After confirming that their cultivation levels were comparable, they were impressed by Qi Ping's rapid progress in cultivation and did not dare to underestimate the martial arts monks.

"Is this the explosive power of the third level of marrow cleansing..." Pei Shaoqing and others were a little envious. They were all still in the Qi-entraining state.

What's even more embarrassing is that Qi Ping's cultivation level was lower than theirs when he first entered the Yamen more than half a year ago.

Somehow, in the blink of an eye, he was able to confront the master of the "Tianjian Sect".

"Not so good."

Yu Qing also had similar emotions in his heart, but he focused more on the battle situation and keenly noticed that Qi Ping was still at a disadvantage in the collision of true energy just now.

This can be said to be because his cultivation has not yet fully settled, and it also means that his control of power is not as good as that of his opponents.

As expected.

On the bridge, Qi Ping fell backwards with a blow. He felt his arms go numb. Realizing that he had not gained any advantage, he immediately arched his legs and his body sank. He forced himself to release his force, and then thrust out a knife and slashed at Cao Yuan's legs.

Water droplets fell from the sky, but before they reached the blade, they were blown away by the air current.

"Hmph." Cao Yuan sneered, as if he had expected it, he put his feet on the ground and jumped into the air to avoid the white sword energy like a steel chain.

The person is in mid-air, pulling his right arm back, turning his palm into a claw, making a "push" motion.

The Heavenly Sword trembled, let out a dragon roar, rolled up the morning mist, and slashed down like a white turbulence.

"Back off!" Yu Qing shouted subconsciously.

Qi Ling moves faster, leaning back against the bridge, as if being dragged by an invisible force, moving backwards.

At the same time, the splashing water droplets were suddenly wrapped in sword energy, like pear blossoms in a heavy rain, and like bullets shooting, making craters on the bridge deck.

Qi Ping rolled around in embarrassment. He was hit by several sword qi, his brocade clothes were torn apart, and the sword qi hit him, making a crisp "ding, ding, ding" sound.

Among the thousands of water droplets, a wisp of sword light fell suddenly. Qi Ping and Heng Dao resisted, but he was still knocked away and flew out. The aura on his body flickered and he almost couldn't hold on.
Chapter completed!