Just as Lu Ping was retreating towards the True Spirit Sect, Master Shui Wuhuan had already chased after him instantly. When Master Xuansen in front saw Lu Ping retreating towards this side, he already realized that something was wrong and hurriedly flew towards this side.
I came here with the intention of meeting Lu Ping.
However, at this moment, Xuanling Sect and Haiyan Sect seemed to have a clear understanding of each other, and they attacked Master Xuansen at the same time. Obviously, all the masters of the late-stage alchemy training groups present had already understood Master Shui Wuhuan’s plan, and Lu Ping took action in
After Master Shui Wuhuan seized the treasure from his hands, it obviously gave Master Shui Wuhuan a reason to kill him.
Lu Ping, who was flying back, felt a warning sign in his heart, and a cold chill hit Lu Ping's back. You must know that although the cold island is extremely cold, this kind of coldness is simply child's play for a monk like Lu Ping. What can really make Lu Ping
Those who feel the cold are really a fatal threat. The Xuanbingsha that Lu Ping encountered just now is nothing compared to the coldness behind him.
The Water Curtain Zhen Gang stood up in an instant. When Lu Ping turned around, with just a snap of his fingers, the five layers of deep blue Water Curtain Zhen Gang were blocking a cloud of white mist. However, with
The piece of Gangqi that the mist came into contact with was "squeaking", as if it would freeze and crack at any time.
Lu Ping couldn't help but shiver from the cold chill coming from the Water Curtain True Gang. Lu Ping realized that this mist was the cold mist that Master Shui Wuhuan had just breathed out when he intended to freeze the Golden Scale Sword through the shisha yarn. It was just this
The cold mist at that time was much larger than the small mouthful just now, and its power was several times more powerful.
The chill coming from the Water Curtain True Gang became more and more cold, trying to invade Lu Ping's body and freeze his true essence. The true essence in Lu Ping's body circulated rapidly, but he found that although the cold magical power of Master Shui Wuhuan made Lu Ping's face freeze.
It was extremely white, but it did not have any impact on the movement of his true energy, so naturally it would not cause any harm to Lu Ping.
Lu Ping understood the reason in an instant. Obviously, the quality of the cold air cultivated by Master Shui Wuhuan could not be compared with the true essence produced by Lu Ping, who had smelted the heaven-level spiritual substance Xuan Yuan Heavy Water.
Lu Ping made up his mind and endured the discomfort caused by the freezing. He raised his hand to use the Golden Scale Sword to unleash a torrent of swordsmanship, intending to disperse the cold mist. However, he saw Master Shui Wuhuan once again winding up the shisha yarn in layers.
The group flew towards the golden scale sword.
Lu Ping knew that Shuiyansha restrained her swordsmanship so much not because her swordsmanship was too poor, but because Lu Ping and her cultivation realms were too different. In Lu Ping's view, this Shui Wuhuan master was at least the same Xuanxuan.
A monk of the same level as Master Xuan Sen, and given the favorable geographical location of Han Iceland, his chances of winning are probably even greater than that of Master Xuan Sen.
If Lu Ping's cultivation had reached the late stage of alchemy, Lu Ping was confident that he could tear this annoying fog yarn to pieces with one sword. However, now that people are under the eaves, Lu Ping can only use the golden scale sword to avoid the shisha yarn, and the torrent of swordsmanship
It was easily broken by Master Shui Wuhuan.
Master Shui Wuhuan obviously didn't want to let Lu Ping go so easily. The shisha yarn danced into a long snake and wound towards Lu Ping again.
The blue light around Lu Ping's body rose sharply, and in one fell swoop the white mist stuck in the body's protective Gang Qi was dispersed. Lu Ping's face turned red, and he ignored the injuries caused in the body due to the explosion of true energy.
They turned into eighteen figures, and were chased by hookah yarn and strangled seven of them in succession. The white mist that followed completely froze six figures into ice men.
A few dozen feet away, Lu Ping's figure flashed out, looking behind him with lingering fear. Fortunately, he hid in time, otherwise he would have died.
Lu Ping was angry in his heart and looked coldly at Master Shui Wuhuan who was looking at him with a surprised look on his face.
Lu Pingyuan originally thought that because he took the treasure, the real person felt that he had lost face in front of the younger generation, and the real person from the Shuiyan Pavilion was just trying to punish him, but he never expected that the real person Shui Wuhuan would actually
Regardless of the critical moment of the human-monster war, he risked provoking a war with the True Spirit Sect and killed himself.
At this time, the True Spirit Sect has been besieged again by the Xuanling Sect, Shuiyan Pavilion, and Haiyanmen. It can be seen that Xuanling and other sects are not fighting to the death with the True Spirit Sect, but are trying their best to push the True Spirit Sect away.
All the masters held back so that they could not respond to Lu Ping, so that Master Shui Wuhuan could have time to kill Lu Ping.
Although the Xuanling Sect had the advantage at this time, the Haiyan Sect and the Canghai Sect each lost an alchemy monk inexplicably before, and Shui Wuhuan, the real person, came to chase Lu Ping. For a while, the gap between the two sides was not big.
Big, a fight to the death would be a lose-lose situation. Moreover, everyone now knows that this is not the time for civil strife in Beihai. After all, the True Spirit Sect is one of the pillars of the Beihai human race against the demon clan. At this juncture, we must not give the demon clan any chance.
The clan can take advantage of this opportunity.
However, as long as we can kill this swordsman prodigy who was able to comprehend the magical power of swordsmanship in the early stage of forging pills, it will surely be a huge loss and a heavy blow to the True Spirit Sect.
However, Lu Ping's performance once again stunned the monks present. At this time, although Lu Ping was being chased by Master Shui Wuhuan in the air on Han Iceland, and was so suppressed that he could hardly fight back, Lu Ping was forced to do so.
He survived, but was not eliminated by Master Shui Wuhuan in three strikes, five strikes, or two strikes, as others imagined.
Master Shui Wuhuan stretched his arms inwards, and a huge ice ring suddenly appeared in the air, surrounding Lu Ping and Master Shui Wuhuan himself in it.
Lu Ping took the opportunity to shout: "Fall!"
The "landslide" fell from mid-air with great power.
Master Shui Wuhuan didn't even look at the "landslide" above her head. An icicle suddenly appeared in front of her. It reached the sky and pushed the "landslide" away.
Ever since Lu Ping got "Landslide", he rarely missed when he used it to attack his opponents, but this time it actually had no effect at all.
Lu Ping had a long whip in his hand at some point. He swung the whip and caught the "Landslide" flying in the air. Then he swung it down violently, and the "Landslide" moved towards the water with greater power than before.
Wuhuan Zhenren crashed into it.
This time Master Shui Wuhuan finally glanced at the roaring "landslide". Following the change of the magic formula in his hand, the surrounding ice ring suddenly vibrated, and the roaring "landslide" actually followed the ice ring in an instant.
The vibration suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then Lu Ping's whole body tightened, and an invisible squeezing force imprisoned him in mid-air from all directions.
This is definitely a great magical power!
Lu Ping's face finally changed, and the true energy under his body shook violently again. The blue light overflowed from Lu Ping's body surface, but was suppressed by invisible force and prevented from spreading. Lu Ping's whole person seemed to have become
blue.
Shui Wuhuan's face is still serious, but his expression is much more relaxed. It is obvious that a monk who has just advanced to the elixir forging stage can persist until now in the hands of an experienced elixir forging late stage monk who has reached the eighth level of elixir forging.
Perhaps such people cannot be found in Beihai.
However, the more incredible Lu Ping's performance became, the more determined Shui Wuhuan was to kill him: his strength at this time was already so shocking. If he survived to the Dharma Stage, would there be a way for others to survive?
Seeing Master Shui Wuhuan's hookah yarn flying and circling in the sky again, falling towards Lu Ping. Lu Ping has seen the power of the hookah yarn with his own eyes. As long as it is wrapped like this, Lu Ping's protective aura, which is not inferior to the defensive magic weapon, can also block Lu Ping's body.
I couldn't help but twist the hookah yarn several times.
Another time, when Master Xuansen saw Lu Ping in crisis, he couldn't help roaring. If it weren't for Lu Ping's Spiritual Water Pregnancy Pill, he would have already destroyed his cultivation and died of exhaustion of lifespan. Lu Ping was almost a life-saving grace to him.
As for Lu Ping's status in the sect, he was very clear about it.
Master Xuansen took action with all his strength. Master Lu Xuheng who was fighting against him was startled. He was beaten so hard by Master Xuansen that he could not lift his head for a moment. He almost broke out of the siege. Thanks to the help of Master Haijing from Haiyanmen.
, this solved Master Lu Xuheng’s dilemma and blocked Master Xuansen back again.
However, Lu Xuheng was quite fearful at this time. He did not expect that the Zhenling Sect in front of him, the real person Xuansen who had always been secretive, would spread the news for the first time that he was ambushed by the demon clan and was seriously wounded to death. He did not expect that a few years later,
Not only did the opponent not see any signs of injury, but his cultivation had improved even further. What shocked him even more was that judging from the strength that this person had just exploded, he would most likely not be a match for the opponent in a one-on-one situation.
Thinking that the True Spirit Sect has prospered over the years, while the Xuanling Sect has somewhat stagnated, Master Lu Xuheng shuddered: This True Spirit Sect is used to hiding its strength, and it definitely has big plans, and in Beihai, the True Spirit Sect is
No matter what conspiracy the Xuanling sect has, they will not bypass the Xuanling sect, so a fierce collision between the two sects in the future is naturally foreseeable.
Fortunately, this time at least we can kill this kid who can compete with Ouyang Weijian's nephew, and let the Zhenling sect suffer a big loss. Anyway, there is Shui Wuhuan, the woman who tops the tank, and Liu Tianling is looking for trouble in the shisha pavilion.
, just in time to bring Shuiyan Pavilion to his side and jointly suppress the True Spirit Sect.
However, before Master Lu Xuheng could continue to imagine how he would fight among various factions in Beihai in the future, he only heard a sharp cry that resounded through the sky. When Master Lu Xuheng turned around and looked around, he saw that he was imprisoned.
Lu Ping, who was in the ice ring, slowly revealed a golden sword tip from his chest. The screams expanded with the rapid trembling of the sword tip. The golden scale sword was first tipped, followed by the sword body and hilt.
He abruptly broke through the confinement of Shui Wuhuan's ice ring from the core space and stabbed out!
Shui Wuhuan's face changed drastically, and the water smoke yarn accelerated towards the landing.
However, at this moment, Lu Ping's complexion turned from red to blue again. This time, he directly wielded the golden scale sword in the core space to display his great swordsmanship. This was definitely an adventure, but Lu Ping thought it was worth it.
The rapidly trembling golden scale sword formed a small swordsmanship whirlpool within a very small range, gradually crushing the invisible confining force around it, and the space in which the golden scale sword could move became larger and larger.
Finally, before the hookah yarn swept over, the golden scale sword glowed with a sword light that soared to the sky, and the Hai Na Baichuan Sword Technique was launched with all its strength, and a turbulent swordsmanship whirlpool rushed out.
Lu Ping felt that the power of confinement in front of him suddenly disappeared, and an invisible passage stretched out in the direction of the swordsman's magical power.