"Bang"

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

After releasing two Qinglian Sword-Slashing Techniques in succession, the only high-grade magical weapon finally could not withstand the destruction of the violent sword energy and was completely destroyed.

When Meng Ping saw this scene, he was about to feel happy, but suddenly he became depressed.

Because Chen Ping summoned another thick and black iron sword.

Then, Meng Ping saw a dozen various storage bags on his waist, and he instantly fell into the ice cave!

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 swords, there are as many as five or six top-grade ones.

A high-grade magic weapon can barely sustain two use of the sword-cutting technique.

Therefore, Chen Ping didn't care about the broken green pattern sword.

"Light Cold June!"

Meng Ping's steps were graceful, his purple and white swords gathered together, and they were covered with a new layer of silver-white autumn frost.

"Fire finger!"

When Chen leveled a little, six fireballs flew out and collided with the purple and white swords.

Seeing him casting fire spells instantly, Meng Ping let out a dull grunt and was no longer surprised.

This boy's strength is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary qi-training monks.

Even at the peak level of Qi training, he was considered a master, but he was no match for the junior in front of him who was at the seventh level of Qi training.

This shows how terrifying Chen Ping's magical powers are.

What Meng Ping didn't know was that he was still facing Chen Ping, whose soul power had been exhausted.

If he was at his peak, Chen Ping could definitely finish him off within a few rounds.

"The waning moon in the well!"

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

This swordsmanship is one of Meng Ping's trump cards, and its rank is Huangpin Intermediate.

After practicing day and night for decades, I have already advanced to Dacheng, and am one step away from the state of Dzogchen.

Meng Ping's swordsmanship, which he had always been proud of, was eclipsed by Qinglian's Sixteen Sword Cutting Techniques.

"Qinglian appears!"

Chen Pingping was expressionless, his iron sword spinning straight up.

In the center of the sword shadow that fills the sky, a fresh green three-leaf green lotus emerges.

The sword patterns are densely covered and extremely terrifying!

Meng Ping's expression froze, it was this outrageous Qinglian Sword Qi again!

How can he have the best defensive weapon to resist!

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

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

"I, the true descendant of the Chixiao Sect, have been ordered to destroy your Meng family. Do you believe it?"

Chen Ping raised the corners of his mouth. He simply did not believe that Meng Ping would just sit back and wait for death.

How could such a monk who has experienced great storms be so miserable!

"Boy, don't fart! We, the Meng family, have always been loyal to the Scarlet Sky Sect, how could we lead to the Sect's killing!"

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

His eyes were full of madness and determination.

The Seven-Colored Rainbow Formation can release an offensive magical power called "Qiankun Pillar", which is specifically designed to target enemy cultivators who break into the array.

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

Moreover, every time you use the Qiankun Pillar, it will take half an hour to recover.

So, he only has this chance.

At the same time, the double sound flute also appeared in his hands.

Chen Ping's eyes narrowed and he immediately recognized the object.

The laminated flute is a rare treasure of sound transmission.

It flies through the air at such a fast speed that ordinary Yuan Dan monks cannot intercept it.

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

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

The next moment, a strong feeling of heart palpitations emerged.

Chen Ping accelerated the injection of mana, and the green lotus sword energy pierced down like an arrow from a string.

"Qiankun Pillar!"

Meng Ping concentrated on controlling the formation and gave up defense, only using a broken parachute to block the vital points.

The formation eye lotus platform rotated crazily, and in the blink of an eye, a colorful light pillar comparable to the backbone of the temple suddenly took shape, like a deep sea dragon, blasting straight towards Chen Ping!

"Can't force it!"

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

For the first time since taking away the soul, I truly felt the danger approaching.

Chen Ping jumped off the ground with all his strength. This colorful dragon looked like a straight beam of light, but it actually turned around flexibly with him and locked onto his aura!

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

In an instant, the flute disappeared from the horizon with lightning speed.

"You can't hide!"

Meng Ping said sadly.

In his pupils, thousands of sword shadows gradually enlarged, but when death really came, he became a little timid.

Meng Ping has been practicing for sixty-five years. Although he has no hope of building a foundation in this life, he still holds a high position in the family, second only to several foundation-building elders.

A few years ago, a Taoist monk just gave birth to a young son with medium-grade water spiritual roots.

Meng Ping was very happy to have a successor.

In order to make his children's path to immortality smoother, he gave up his own cultivation, accepted the family's task, and came to Tengshan Island to take charge of the general affairs.

I hope to save a foundation-building pill for my young son before heading west.

He doesn't want to die, he still has decades of unrestrained life, and he wants to watch his child develop his spirit, practice his qi, and even build his foundation with his own eyes!

"ah!"

Meng Ping roared loudly, and several talismans and magic weapons were thrown out continuously to protect his whole body.

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

That is, the Qiankun Pillar can kill Chen Ping in one fell swoop, which is comparable to the full blow of a monk in the middle stage of foundation building.

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

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

If you confront the Qiankun Pillar head-on, the consequences will definitely be death and no life.

The anger flashed across Chen Ping's eyes.

Immortal light bloomed from the spiritual acupoint in the body, and the remaining few percent of the mana was pumped into the meridians.

Then, two elegant and pure ten-petal lotus flowers appeared on the soles of the feet.

The third form of Qinglian's Sixteen Sword Cutting Techniques is to create a lotus step by step.

This move has no killing power, but the speed of moving within a small area is extraordinary.

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

Every step you take will create circles of light red ripples.

At this time, the Green Lotus Sword Qi hit the wall-free umbrella, instantly tearing it into pieces.

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

"puff!"

Blood spurted out like a torrential rain, and the last dozens of sword energy cut Meng Ping's whole body.

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

At this time, Chen Ping had no time to care about anything else.

Although the Qiankun Pillar could not keep up with the movement skills blessed by Bubu Shenglian in a short period of time, it was still like a gangrene attached to the bone, tightly locking him.

Chen Ping's face was gloomy and cold, and his dark eyes gradually became covered with a layer of coldness.
Chapter completed!