As time went by, the battle between the two became more intense, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy surged like ocean waves, covering the entire mountain.
The surrounding soldiers retreated one after another, for fear of being affected by this force.
Finally, after a fierce collision, the two of them flew out at the same time, fell heavily to the ground, vomiting blood, and were obviously seriously injured. Their bodies slid on the ground for a distance before barely stopping.
Xing Daorong struggled to get up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes still determined.
Xing Daorong sneered and said: "Qiu Wanqing, you were cruel today, but we didn't win! This battle is just a temporary draw."
Qiu Wanqing also stood up staggeringly, his face was as pale as paper, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth, but he still forced a smile and said: "Huh, this fight was a good fight between each other! But the matter of the fairy spirit stone veins is absolutely impossible.
We won’t stop here! The competition between us has just begun!”
The two looked at each other, with deep anger in each other's eyes.
They know that although this battle is over, the real contest has just begun, and the grudges and resentments between them cannot be resolved by this battle.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding soldiers stepped forward one after another to help their generals. Hundreds of soldiers on both sides looked at each other hostilely, and the entire mountaintop was enveloped in a chilling atmosphere.
Xing Daorong and Na Qiu Wanqing both retreated. They wanted their soldiers to start fighting!
After all, neither of them can give up this fairy spirit stone vein. Since they have a draw, let their soldiers fight for the upper hand!
Just when the soldiers on both sides were at war with each other and the atmosphere was so tense that it was almost frozen, a cold and firm voice suddenly sounded, breaking the moment of silence.
"Wait!"
Everyone followed the sound and saw Chen Ping appearing at some unknown time. His face was calm, but his eyes revealed a determination that should not be underestimated.
He walked straight to the front line of the confrontation between the two armies, looked directly at Qiu Wanqing, and spoke in a calm but powerful voice.
"Qiu Wanqing, I killed both of your sons."
As soon as these words came out, they were like thunder on the ground, shocking everyone present.
Qiu Wanqing's eyes instantly turned red and he glared at Chen Ping, as if he wanted to eat him alive.
"What did you say? You killed my son?"
Qiu Wanqing's voice became hoarse with anger, and the murderous aura in his body suddenly surged, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this anger.
Chen Ping's expression did not change, and he responded calmly: "Yes, it's me. He tried to rob the fairy spirit stone veins, and he brought the blame on himself."
Qiu Wanqing laughed angrily and glanced at Chen Ping. He found that Chen Ping was only a first-level practitioner of the Mahayana realm, and the anger in his heart became even greater.
"You are only at the first level of the Mahayana realm, but you dare to talk nonsense in front of me? Today, I will use your blood to pay tribute to my son's spirit in heaven!"
As he said that, Qiu Wanqing's body swayed and he was about to rush towards Chen Ping.
However, at this moment, Xing Daorong stepped forward and blocked Chen Ping.
"Qiu Wanqing, if you want to touch him, you must get past me first!"
There was unquestionable determination in Xing Daorong's voice, and he quietly clenched the spear in his hand, preparing for the upcoming battle.
However, Chen Ping smiled at General Xing and said: "General Xing, I appreciate your kindness, but I still have confidence in dealing with an injured eighth-level Mahayana monk."
Hearing this, Xing Daorong was slightly startled, then nodded and stepped aside.
He knew very well that Chen Ping was a very secretive person. Since Chen Ping was so confident, he naturally didn't need to say anything.
When Qiu Wanqing saw this, he became even more furious.
"Okay, okay, okay! Let me see what you, a first-level Mahayana boy, can do today!"
Before he finished speaking, Qiu Wanqing was already like a wild horse running wild, rushing toward Chen Ping with overwhelming anger and murderous intent.