"Brother Chen is invincible. If you put those corpses and puppets out at random, you can easily kill Jin Laojiu."

Seeing that Chen Ping could indeed compete head-on with Jin Zhaoheng, who was a man and a sword, Fan Yiqiao, who was on the side, struck while the iron was hot and spoke in a consultative tone.

Chen Ping heard something move in his ears, but did not respond, just stared at Jin Zhaoheng expressionlessly.

This person's combination of human and sword greatly inspired his improvement in swordsmanship, so he was not in a hurry to use the puppet to kill him in one fell swoop.

As for the Taoist corpses, because of their origins and being in the public eye, Chen Ping decided to minimize the number of times they were exposed to people.

"If Fellow Daoist Jin doesn't have stronger magical powers, it's better to just capture him without mercy."

Chen Ping lifted one foot off the ground, with the Pure Yang Sword attached to his back, and said in a calm tone.

Upon hearing this, the golden-blue light sword immediately exploded with violent sword energy, and it seemed to be embedded with a pair of eyes that shone with cold light.

If Chen Ping is dealt with, and with the help of the power of two level three formations, his Ni Xing Sect may still have hope of making a comeback today, or at least be able to hold on to the sect's headquarters.

If not...

Thinking of this, Jin Zhaoheng couldn't help but look at the black token floating around him.

If it had been anyone else, the opportunity to join the Moon-Running Sect would have been presented to them, and they might have been impatient to switch careers.

But he took into account the family's foundation and all his direct relatives, not to mention, practicing on thin ice under the eyes of the Jindan monks, and he estimated that it would be difficult for him to adapt to the trembling atmosphere.

"I can't allow you to choose."

Chen Ping smiled coldly, turned his fists into palms, and a dry blue and purple flame covered it, and then pressed the air.

Suddenly, two purple-blue phantoms the size of attic appeared out of thin air amidst the rumbling sound and struck hard with the lightsaber.

The secret technique that comes with the Nine-Transformation Flame Spirit Art is the Towering Flame Palm.

Since breaking into the Yuan Dan realm, he rarely uses it. The main reason is simple. Using this technique to attack monks of the same level lacks the final power and consumes more mana. It is far less convenient than the Green Lotus Sword Technique.

However, Jin Zhaoheng is a monk with golden spiritual roots. Based on the mutual restraint of the five elements, the spiritual flames should be quite lethal to him.

The hurricane blown by the two fire palms rose up, creating a wave of hot flames more than ten feet high, which directly swallowed the lightsaber.

In this sea of ​​scarlet fire, up, down, left, right, sky and ground were filled with rolling flames.

Suddenly, traces of golden flow appeared on the lightsaber body, and exploded in all directions, cutting away most of the flames.

When it broke through the siege of the sea of ​​​​fire and reappeared in the sky, the brilliance flickered around it, and it was obvious that it had paid a heavy price.

"If you follow the path of sword cultivation, you should have no distractions. If you are arrogant and practice other magical powers, you are destined to fail to reach the realm of the unity of man and sword."

Jin Zhaoheng's thoughts were conveyed, full of preaching meaning of seniors guiding juniors.

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and did not answer.

He knows his own affairs well. Although his talent in swordsmanship is not world-shattering, but with the assistance of the Golden Pearl Space, he can't even hope for the fourth realm of heaven and earth as a sword, but it is absolutely iron-clad in the realm of human and sword unity. It's nothing more than the length of time.

"Fellow Daoist Jin still has twenty breaths left in his sword-forming state."

Chen Ping smiled happily, as if he was giving a hint of goodwill.

"court death!"

Jin Zhaoheng roared low, and his anger surged wildly. Chen Ping was using him as a sword and stone.

It is a great shame for him that his opponent understands the meaning of the sword during the fight.

Furthermore, on the battlefield below, Fan Yiqiao and the spirit ship were fighting together, and Gong Lingshan released a cold arrow from time to time to assist, causing the sect's juniors to be in danger.

The situation does not allow any further delay!

In the face of the catastrophe, Jin Zhaoheng's mentality suddenly became much calmer, and he said calmly: "Didn't Fellow Daoist Chen want to help me learn the sword? Then Jin will fulfill your wish."

"Fellow Taoist Jin, please enlighten me."

Chen Ping cupped his fists slightly, his face gradually becoming serious.

I saw that the sword tomb in the sky was lit up with spiritual lights at the same time. At this moment, the overwhelming sword shadows turned into stars in the dark night, sped up a thousand times, and began to arrange and operate regularly.

The golden and blue sword seemed to be echoing the sword tomb, flashing with dazzling brilliance in the dark and then bright.

And the wisps of aura leaking from the edge of this vision are enough to make people panic. Without thinking too much, Jin Zhaoheng must be preparing an earth-shattering blow, and perhaps it is also the last blow when the swords of others are united.

Chen Ping pursed his lips. In addition to holding the Pure Yang Sword tightly, a ray of thought extended to the storage ring and wrapped around the Spider King puppet, the two Taoist corpses, the gray conch, and the indigo fly death talisman.

Later, if the situation goes even slightly wrong, he will use all his magical powers without hesitation to destroy Jin Zhaoheng.

Chen Ping admitted that after taking away his body, he was more afraid of death than in his previous life.

Of course, this is because the existence of the golden beads opened the illusory avenue of immortality to him.

Chen Ping was reluctant to die, and even thought that Jin Zhu might find another master after his death, which made his heart sour to the extreme.

Only by cherishing your own life can you protect such a precious treasure that reaches all the heavens and the earth.

"Jin has a sword, which he discovered last month in the Huanyu Star Realm in the Dual Heaven, and named it Falling Star."

Jin Zhaoheng's consciousness was transmitted without any ripples.

Chen Ping's face twitched, Falling Star Falling Star, why can't the Jin family, Broken Star Sect, and Xingchen get through?

As for the Magic Jade Star Realm, it is one of the temporary celestial phenomena that occasionally appear in the sky. It is full of broken gravel and debris from the stars. It is extremely dangerous for Yuan Dan monks to penetrate deep into it.

Jin Zhaoheng only created this sword move last month, so Fan Yiqiao and others must have never tried it, so he had better be careful.

"cut!"

Jin Zhaoheng shouted without emotion. The sword mound and the lightsaber instantly merged into one, and strangely transformed into a huge meteorite with a radius of more than ten feet. At first glance, it really looked like a star that had lost its brilliance.

The top of Chen Ping's head was hit hard with a weight as heavy as ten thousand pounds.

"呲呲"

Only half of the star fell, and the nearby metallic aura was sucked away by it like a thousand currents returning to the sea.

Chen Ping only felt his whole body tightening, and his figure was imprisoned by an inexplicable force. Not to mention making spells and casting spells, he couldn't even move a finger. He could only watch the stars slowly calm down.

Fall slowly.

"Brother Ping, be careful!"

"Brother Chen, let me help you!"

Gong Lingshan and Fan Yiqiao felt that the stars contained such terrifying power, and their expressions changed. They decisively gave up the encirclement and suppression of the spirit ship, and commanded the Taoist weapon from a distance to try to rescue them.

Fang Chuwu, who had been resisting the city defense formation, also hurriedly rubbed his hands and threw a strange pointed cone several inches in size towards the stars. It was glittering with cold light, entwined with runes, and made a weird crackling sound.

"Although his Falling Star Sword Move takes on the shape of a star and has the effect of imprisoning the physical body, it is actually an attack condensed by sword intent, and its essence is still a special kind of sword energy."

Huan Zhen's eyes kept flickering. How could Gong Lingshan and others know that at this critical moment, Chen Ping was still comprehending Jin Zhaoheng's sword style.

"Forget it, the power of this method is not as powerful as the twelfth form of the Qinglian Sword Technique. There is no need for me to be tough."

Chen Ping thought about it secretly, and then, a huge black shadow lay in front of him.

Even though his body could not move at this time, his mind was still able to open the storage ring unimpeded and successfully summoned the Spider King Puppet.

At the same time, the three aided Taoist tools came from behind and struck at the stars, but the invisible sword energy that suddenly appeared in the outer circle was scraped back and bounced hundreds of feet away.

However, when his vision was filled with an ugly and strange-looking monster, Fan Yiqiao sniffed the stench that filled the air and revealed a relaxed smile.

Chen Ping finally couldn't help but use his Spider King puppet!

In the clan war not long ago, he had personally seen this puppet display its power, break through the defense of the Lingyao bowl talisman, and ferociously kill the Wood and Stone Saint.
Chapter completed!