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Chapter 788 Goodbye Bloodstone

?Bang!Bang!Bang!

Several of the water nets laid by Lu Ping were broken under the impact of the white mist. Seeing that the water net was about to collapse, Lu Ping moved towards the broken water belt, and a strange and spiritual dragon appeared in the white mist, shaking its head and tail.

Above.-- .

The strange dragon circled, roared at the thing in the white mist below, and plunged into it. The white mist suddenly rolled and rolled, but Lu Ping didn't know what was going on. When his mind encountered the white mist,

As a result, he was isolated from the outside world and could only sense it through the use of the Qingjiao Hao Hai Jue.

What exactly is in here?

Lu Ping's men did not dare to show any slightness. Just seeing how easily the opponent broke half of Lu Ping's water control technique, Lu Ping knew that the opponent's strength was even higher than that of the Qinxue Patriarch and the like who fell in Lu Ping's hands.

superior.

The white mist rolled, Lu Ping's eyes drifted away, and the movements of his hands suddenly stagnated. A piece of golden scales flashed in front of Lu Ping's eyes, and then was submerged by the billowing mist. It seemed that something hidden in the white mist was calling Lu Ping.

The green dragon trembled when it came out, and accidentally exposed its legs.

Lu Ping immediately lit up his double flying swords, and the Qiushui Yiren swords flew on both sides of Lu Ping, with the sword tips pointed far away in the direction of the billowing white mist.

At this time, Lu Ping had already noticed that the green dragon he had put into the white mist was at a disadvantage when fighting against the things hidden in it.

Lu Ping flicked his fingers, and a stream of flowing water stretched forward, and then turned into a slender long sword. The long sword flew high, and opposite the double flying swords, the tip of the sword was also pointed at the white mist.

The long chants coming from the white mist revealed the meaning of death and excitement. Lu Ping could sense that the Qingjiao had reached the end of its strength at this time. It had been dismantled by the existence hidden in the white mist. It would have been severely injured. If it weren't for

It was a spell summoned by Lu Ping using his magical power. With such an injury, he was already close to death.

Lu Ping pointed toward the void on the other side. The air there seemed to be flickering with a hint of blue, but when he looked carefully, there was nothing there.

Four flying swords were hung around the stone mansion, with their sword tips pointed at the white mist. At this moment, the sound of disintegration suddenly came from the white mist, and a piece of rainwater spilled out of the white mist, pattering towards the cave entrance.

It fell into the stone mansion.

Lu Ping pinched the magic formula with both hands, then suddenly put his hands together and shouted: "Screech!"

The four flying swords hanging around the white mist shone brightly, and countless sword shadows were peeled off from the four flying swords. In just a moment, the entire stone mansion was filled with the sword shadows of the flying swords.

There is a space where the remaining white fog is. All the sword shadows point their sword tips at Bai Wu. The coldness of the sword light gradually rises in the stone mansion, and it will turn into murderous intent at any time.

The beings hidden in the white mist seemed to have noticed the unparalleled killing intent displayed by Lu Ping's four flying swords. The white mist that was originally rolling like boiling water seemed to have calmed down at this time, and seemed to be thinking or hesitating about something.

At this time, Lu Ping suddenly felt his shoulders sink. Linglong was already sitting on it. He looked at the white mist in the distance. Linglong stretched out his hand to his mouth and spat out a blood-red gem before handing it to Lu Ping.

, said: "Here, this is what was left behind when we refined that strange lizard just now!"

The gem was only a little bigger than a fingernail, but Lu Ping could tell at a glance that this blood-red gem was made of the same material as the blood stone that Lu Ping got from the Fallen Secret Land.

Lu Ping was slightly happy in his heart. He was about to reach out and take the gem when he suddenly heard an angry roar coming from the white mist. The white mist that was originally confronting Lu Ping's sword array suddenly rushed towards Lu Ping.

The white fog suddenly stretched into a regular cloud strip.

A golden claw emerged from the depths of the white mist and grabbed the blood-colored gem in Lu Ping's hand. Lu Ping also guessed from the claws and scales exposed during the shaking of the white mist that the being in the white mist seemed to have a snake-like body.

Is it because of this blood stone?

A thought flashed through Lu Ping's mind, and he shouted: "Well done!"

As soon as the single-handed technique was introduced, he shouted: "Gather!"

The four flying swords unite from four directions to form a huge sword net, in which countless sword shadows shuttle back and forth, like a huge meat grinder. No matter how strong you are, under this sword formation,

You will be unable to cope with attacks from everywhere, and eventually your true energy will be exhausted and you will die.

Lu Ping is by far the most familiar with the sword art that embraces all rivers, has been studying it for the longest time, is the most powerful, but has far from the highest level of swordsmanship!

Even though Lu Ping has experienced several coincidences, the Dajiangdong Go Sword Jue itself has the potential to rise to the level of supreme swordsmanship, but Lu Ping can still feel that the profoundness of the sword jutsu that embraces all rivers is far beyond what Dajiangdong Go Sword Jue can match.

, even the highest magical swordsmanship passed down by the Yingtian Sect for a long time, the Feifanyingtian Sword Art, may not be as good as the Hai Na Baichuan Sword Art after achieving the supreme magical power.

The sword technique that embraces hundreds of rivers absorbs ten thousand swords and becomes one. In Lu Ping's opinion, this sword technique can be summed up in only five words when practiced to the extreme, that is "one sword breaks all methods"!

In order to pursue the power of swordsmanship and magic at the beginning, Lu Ping prematurely practiced the Haina Baichuan Sword Technique to the level of great magic power, but he took a detour after all. The power of this set of swordsmanship and magic powers increased from the early stage of elixir forging to the late stage of elixir forging.

In Lu Ping's hands, there has never been much improvement, it just increased as Lu Ping's cultivation level increased.

It wasn't until Lu Ping helped Ancestor Tianxiang survive his second calamity that he realized there was something wrong with his sword training. It took him another few decades to realize that only now could he gradually correct the mistakes he made in the Hai Na Bai Chuan Sword Technique.

come over.

Lu Ping had just been promoted to cultivation level and was looking for an opponent to test his own strength. When he saw that the existence in the white mist could so easily break Lu Ping's magical power, Water Control Technique, he naturally became interested in fighting.

One game.

The beings in the white mist seemed to be able to sense the power of Lu Ping's swordsmanship. The slender cloud bars swayed, and mysterious power spread out to all directions, pushing away all the sword shadows that were passing around.

He was able to withstand Lu Ping's magical swordsmanship.

How can it be so easy!

Lu Ping circled his hands and shouted in a deep voice: "Turn!"

The sword shadows that were originally moving around had been arranged into a strange shape at some point. Following Lu Ping's loud shout, countless sword shadows seemed to have been trained to command like armies, slapping neat formations and

The white mist began to slowly rotate as the center.

As the sword shadows rotated, the huge sword formation began to gradually shrink. Countless sword shadows launched attacks on the beings in the white mist, but they all retreated with one blow. Bai Wu was tired of dealing with it but could not get rid of the sword formation.

Strangulation, waves of angry roars came from the white mist, but there was still nothing that could be done to Lu Ping.

Lu Ping's face also became more solemn, and he could feel that his sword skills could cause great pain to the beings in the white mist. However, Lu Ping was still unable to tell from the surface of the white mist whether he had caused any harm to them.

"You suppress its spirituality, and then I will weaken it!"

Linglong, who was sitting on Lu Ping's shoulder, suddenly said.

Lu Ping was startled and said: "You? Didn't you say that this thing has become spiritual and can no longer be weakened by the magical power of spiritual transformation?"

Linglong looked like she really couldn't communicate with you, and said: "Can't I make a mistake in judgment?"

Lu Ping had a speechless expression, but he heard Linglong say in his ears: "Although this thing has become a spirit, it, like the previous four spiritual beasts, was originally created through magical powers and magic, and is not natural.

Growth, so this spirituality is possible if it is possible. It is only because the great magical power user who used his magical power to generate these spiritual veins was against the will of heaven. This is why this thing can actually control such a powerful magical power under such a low spiritual condition.

, this is incredible!”

Lu Ping had already made some absurd inferences about the existence in the white mist, but he didn't say much. He just followed what Linglong said, a golden cloud condensed in the sky, and then the patter of golden raindrops fell towards the white mist.

It fell in the fog.

The technique of moving clouds and spreading rain, and the medium used by Lu Ping to display this magical power is ten thousand poisonous pulp!

Just like the long chants made by the beings in the white mist before due to Lu Ping's Baichuan Sword Art contained infinite anger, this time when the golden raindrops fell into it, what came out was a roar of fear.

Linglong sat on Lu Ping's shoulders and said proudly with her feet dangling: "Look, I think so! It's just that the Ten Thousand Poison Serum you used doesn't seem to be quite right!"

The best way to annihilate spirituality is naturally to attack with spiritual thoughts!

Just when the beings in the white mist were beaten to a pulp by Lu Ping's Cloud and Rain Technique, Lu Ping's even more powerful spiritual thoughts after he advanced to the ninth level of forging pills squeezed the white mist with the force of a mountain, and in one fell swoop

It breaks the isolation effect of white fog on spiritual thoughts.

A desperate roar suddenly came from the white mist, and Lu Ping's expression suddenly changed.

Linglong, who was already ready to go, saw Lu Ping's expression changed drastically, and didn't bother to ask why. He hugged the huge wine cauldron with his arms, and then pointed the wine cauldron's mouth downwards at Bai Bai.

In the direction of the fog, the magical power of transforming spirits was activated immediately.

The beings in the white mist were struggling fiercely, but the huge whirlpool formed by countless sword shadows was tightly bound to the spot and unable to move. The beings in the white mist seemed to become more and more fragile after Lu Ping's spiritual thoughts invaded it.

Under the illumination of Linglong's spiritual transformation power, he could only let out increasingly desperate and weaker roars.

The overall situation was decided, Lu Ping let out a long sigh of relief, his previously changed expression still had an inexplicable color.

"Why, what did you see? What exactly is that thing? It's so secretive that it's hard to tell whether it's true or not."

"It's nothing. Maybe the great supernatural being who created this existence didn't know its image very well, or maybe he only knew a little bit about it and then imagined it out of thin air."

"What do you mean? I'm not sure what you mean. Your spiritual thoughts have invaded the white mist. What is inside?"

Lu Ping turned around and said sternly to Linglong, who looked curious: "It's better that you don't know!" Please come and watch the first release without ads - .

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