Looking at the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand, Xiahoudun laughed. He did not expect that this Dragon-Slaying Sword could resonate with the user's heart.
When Ning Yu saw this, his eyes were full of envy. From this point of view, this dragon-slaying sword was much better than his evil-killing sword.
"Now that I've given you the sword, can you stop killing me..."
Chen Ping asked Xiahou Dun, who was laughing.
"If I don't kill you?" Xiahou Dun smiled coldly: "If I don't kill you, how can I be worthy of my son's spirit in heaven? You go underground to guard my son's grave..."
After Xiahou Dun finished speaking, he swung the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand. A lot of energy was applied to the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and dark brown flames began to rise from the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
"It turns out that you are also an evil cultivator. No wonder you don't keep your word..."
Chen Ping watched Xiahou Dun raise the Dragon-Slaying Sword. Not only did he not hide, but his expression remained calm.
Xiahou Dun did not speak, but swung down the dragon-slaying sword in his hand. The terrifying sword energy seemed to engulf Chen Ping.
But just when Xiahou Dun swung the Dragon-Slaying Sword towards Chen Ping, he suddenly found that the Dragon-Slaying Sword was out of his control, and the energy in his body was constantly being lost, all being sucked away by the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
Xiahou Dun's expression changed greatly, and he wanted to throw the Dragon-Slaying Sword out, but he found that the Dragon-Slaying Sword seemed to be stuck to his hand.
The energy in his Dantian was constantly being sucked away by the Dragon-Slaying Sword. Xiahou Dun narrowed his eyes and suddenly burst out a burst of energy in his palm, and finally knocked the Dragon-Slaying Sword away.
The dragon-slaying sword flew into the air, then spun around, severely cutting a wound on Xiahou Dun's left arm, and then flew back into Chen Ping's hand.
Chen Ping held the Dragon-Slaying Sword. At this moment, all the energy from the Dragon-Slaying Sword entered Chen Ping's body and replenished Chen Ping's Dantian.
This Dragon-Slaying Sword has long been a part of Chen Ping's body, just like Chen Ping's hands and feet.
Having just seen that Xiahou Dun liked the Dragon-Slaying Sword, Chen Ping came up with a plan. As long as Xiahou Dun held the Dragon-Slaying Sword, Chen Ping could use the Heart Condensation Technique to absorb the energy from Xiahou Dun's body.
Although he was knocked away by Xiahou Dun in the end, Chen Ping's strength recovered a lot. On the other hand, Xiahou Dun not only lost a lot of strength, but also injured his left arm.
"Little beast, if I don't kill you today, my surname will not be Xia..."
Xiahou Dun looked at the wound on his arm and became furious. He saw a dark brown aura rising from his body, and the wound on his arm also healed at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.
At the same time, around Chen Ping and Xiahou Dun, a large black net with a radius of hundreds of meters enveloped them. This was Xiahou Dun's attempt to prevent Chen Ping from escaping.
Seeing that Xiahou Dun's body was able to recover quickly, Chen Ping's expression couldn't help but change. It seemed that this guy's body was stronger than his own.
Then, a layer of black mist appeared on Xiahou Dun's body, as if he was wearing a layer of armor, and then he slapped Chen Ping with his palm.
Chen Ping raised his hand and swung the Dragon-Slaying Sword. The powerful sword energy of the Dragon-Slaying Sword struck Xiahou Dun's body hard, making a series of sounds. This sword failed to break Xiahou Dun's defense.
However, Xiahou Dun did not slow down and slapped Chen Ping hard on the body. Chen Ping's body flew out and fell to the ground.
Chen Ping only felt his internal organs rolling, but in the end he endured it and stood up slowly.
Although this palm shook Chen Ping's internal organs and kept rolling, his body was not harmed. After all, Chen Ping's powerful body was comparable to a copper wall.
Xiahou Dun was slightly startled when he saw that Chen Ping actually stood up without a single scratch on his body, not even a palm print.
