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Chapter 197: Psychic Sword

On the sea in the distance, a pale and scary young man in his twenties was standing on the back of a huge turtle. Three sea snakes more than ten feet long were playing around the turtle, and at the same time, the long letter in his mouth continued to expand and contract.

, "hissing" sound, as if reporting something to the young man on the turtle's back.

The blue luan bird chirped, swooped down towards the young man, and became smaller and smaller. When it finally landed on the young man's shoulder, it was only a foot long.

The blue luan bird that landed on Lu Ping's shoulder chirped a few times. Lu Ping's face showed a sneer and he said: "There is indeed a ghost, it couldn't have come sooner!"

The place where Lu Ping is now is exactly where Yuan Zhan said Hu Lili, Leng Qian and others separated. It is not too far from the demon sea area.

Hu Lili always made decisions before taking action, and never did anything that she was not sure of. If, as Yuan Zhan said, Hu Lili voluntarily diverted the monsters away from them, then she must have a way to escape. Lu Ping never thought that Hu Lili would die.

Lu Ping's spiritual pets, except for Dabao, were all released for them to find out the news. The three spirits wandered around the monster sea for a whole day, but they did not see even a mid- to late-stage Hemolytic monster. They encountered several Hemolytic beasts.

In the early stages of monsters, although their intelligence is open and their communication is still unclear, there is no useful information.

What makes Lu Ping wary is the sudden disappearance of those mid- to late-stage hemolytic monsters in the monster sea area.

Lu Ping waved his hand and put all the spirit pets into the spirit animal bag. The sea water under his feet immediately flowed up along his body. After a while, a water man was formed on the sea surface. Then the water man suddenly collapsed and scattered water columns.

It hit the sea and splashed water, but Lu Ping disappeared.

After a while, a monk with a rather vague figure suddenly passed by the nearby sea. As if he noticed something, he stopped and spread out his consciousness, and searched carefully. In the end, he found nothing. He shook his head mockingly.

Shaking his head, he headed northeast.

And on the seabed more than a hundred feet away behind the monk, an undercurrent was swirling and following the monk in the direction he was going.

Although this "Invisible Sword Technique" was borrowed from Lu Ping and improved Lu Ping's own invisibility skills a lot, Lu Ping still did not dare to be careless. Relying on his spiritual consciousness that was far superior to monks of the same level, he was more than a hundred feet away.

The bottom of the sea followed this suspicious monk from a distance.

At this time, Lu Ping was like a fish swimming in the sea, like a wanderer returning to his mother's arms. Lu Ping suddenly remembered that day in the Seven Stars Heaven, Jin Li Zhenren's more than 600 spiritual sword lights, and

When he retreated, a large vivid fish made of sword light appeared.

Lu Ping realized something in his heart. He stretched out his finger and a seawater condensed into a water sword. The essence of this water sword was no different from the surrounding seawater. It also floated with the ripples of the seawater. However, Lu Ping actually passed through it.

This water sword grasped the undulating melody of the sea. The water sword seemed to have life in an instant, soluble in sea water, but different from sea water.

Lu Ping was overjoyed. This was "sword light channeling". He did not expect that he would realize the realm of "sword light channeling" by accident.

Lu Ping shook his hands and struck out another water sword. The water sword was still agile, as if he had grasped the pulse of the sea. Lu Ping struck out one water sword after another. Until he fired the fifty-fifth water sword, the water sword finally lost its spirituality. In the sea

It seemed out of place.

Lu Ping waved his hand and wiped away the other fifty-four water swords. Although he was still far from being able to channel all the six hundred and forty-eight sword lights of Master Jinli, to him, he was already a great person.

has made progress.

Suppressing the joy brought about by his progress in swordsmanship, Lu Ping looked up and saw that there was no trace of the monk who had just been blurred in the sky. Lu Ping smiled bitterly and slowly surfaced: Could it be that he had thought wrong?

"Your Excellency is really talented. You have followed me for such a long time. If your sword energy hadn't been so strong that you missed your whereabouts, I might not have known that I was being followed!"

Lu Ping turned around and looked at the speaker on guard. Who could it be if it wasn't the monk he had followed before?

I don’t know what method this person used to cover up his whereabouts when Lu Ping surfaced, so that Lu Ping didn’t notice him.

Lu Ping smiled bitterly, knowing that it was because he had just fallen into a state of enlightenment. Although he had understood the realm of "sword light channeling", he was addicted to the practice of swordsmanship, but he forgot to cover up, and the monks discovered his traces.

Lu Ping's heart moved. He did not immediately break up with the monk, but said in a solemn voice: "What are you doing here?"

"Are you a monk from the True Spirit Sect?" the man asked in a deep voice. His vague figure took two steps back. Lu Ping knew that mana was surging throughout his body and he was on guard.

Lu Ping did not comment, but said ambiguously: "Your Excellency and I have the same purpose, aren't we both for the 'Duobao Boy'?"

Lu Ping wore a pale mask on his face, and deliberately changed his voice when he spoke. The hidden spirit technique concealed his cultivation at the seventh level of hemolysis.

While Lu Ping was speaking, his spiritual consciousness had been lingering around the monk. He noticed that when he said "Duo Bao Boy", the monk's magic alertness was relaxed, and he knew that he had not guessed wrong.

The monk still asked: "Which monk are you from? Why didn't I know that you were involved in this operation?"

Lu Ping snorted coldly, looking angry, and said: "That idiot said that I am not the opponent of that surnamed Lu. I have a deep hatred with that surnamed Lu. Besides, I am not the only one who deals with him. What can I say?"

I have to watch him die in front of my eyes."

The monk laughed "haha" and suddenly realized: "Your Excellency is the junior brother Zhang Weiqing of the Xuanling Sect, right? I have long heard that junior brother Zhang suffered a lot from the noble sect because of this man surnamed Lu. A few years ago, various monks were punished by the sect.

The Zhenling Sect buffered the sea area to pursue this person, and it was Junior Brother Zhang who was the most active. However, Junior Brother Zhang's cultivation at the seventh level of hemolysis was really difficult to deal with that 'Duobao Boy'. It's no wonder that person didn't recommend that Junior Brother you participate in this operation.

."

Lu Ping had an angry expression, but he understood a lot of things in his heart. All along, Lu Ping had always believed that Li Ziming and his son were the ones who revealed the news to the outside world when they were hunted down by monks from various factions. Unexpectedly, it was revealed to the outside world by Li Ziming and Yuan

Possession related.

The strange thing is that Lu Ping had no disagreement with Yuan Zhan at that time.

The monk mistakenly identified the pale monk in front of him as Zhang Weiqing of the Xuanling Sect. Naturally, Lu Ping made the mistake. When the monk invited Lu Ping to join the others, Lu Ping readily agreed.

The moment the monk turned around, Lu Ping's Qinghan sword had already stabbed towards the monk's back.

Although the monk believed Lu Ping's words, he was not unprepared for him. Just when Lu Ping stabbed out with his sword, the monk had already opened up his protective aura, and at the same time, the monk's blurry figure suddenly condensed.

A white mist has already wrapped around Qinghan Sword.

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