The blood circulation in his body seed to freeze, and the internal qi in his dantian began to run poorly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that dozens of feet behind him, the yellow horse that had accompanied him all the way had turned into a pitch-black skeleton.
In an instant, its flesh and blood were completely absorbed.
Countless shadows charged and swept, converging into a flag-like weapon, like a spear, like a curtain, emitting eerie cries as it swept over.
The banner was held in the hand of a one-ard man in black.
The man in black had a pale face like paper, with a mouth stretched into a blood-red arc, laughing sinisterly.
With a swing of the flag, qi force rolled, like a great mountain collapsing.
The surrounding forest was touched and turned to powder and fragnts...
A greenish-gray tide surged forth, roaring as it rushed.
’This is an innate expert.’
At this mont, Chen Ping’s experience was many tis stronger than before.
On the day of the battle at Changhe, he only saw a few people standing in the river and fighting fiercely.
But he understood nothing.
He only noticed that after a brief encounter, so were injured and others retreated.
It was like watching a movie.
A bit unreal.
And now?
Truly facing one of them.
He discovered it wasn’t like that at all.
A martial artist in the innate realm exuded their martial intent with every move, striking with intent before the attack even landed, deeply affecting the mind...
When attacking, the true qi concentrated to an extre, with a hint of spirituality, incredibly lethal.
Chen Ping concentrated his spirit, trying not to think about the opponent’s strength or whether he could win.
When two brave n et on a narrow path, the braver one wins...
If he was intimidated by the opponent’s martial intent and lost courage before fighting, the battle was lost before it started.
His body, like a swallow flying obliquely, paused slightly in mid-air.
He took a deep breath, his whole body’s muscles and bones crackling loudly, his figure rising half a foot taller, muscles knotted, covered with black patterns.
At the sa ti, a faint bloody light appeared in his eyes, forcibly condensing the internal qi in his dantian, his arms shaking, and the Frost Condensation Sword transford into a misty sword rain.
For this strike, Chen Ping used all his skills, knowing that this was the strongest opponent he had ever encountered, and hesitating would be courting death.
Bam...
The flag and sword clashed.
Dozens of Chen Ping’s sword strikes combined into one, slashing down on the black fog-like surface of the black flag, making a dull sound.
The flag’s surface quivered slightly, and the black figure’s montum, rushing forward, halted in mid-air and paused.
But Chen Ping was sent flying backward, unable to control his body, crashing through three or four large trees one after another, before using them to regain his balance and hasten away.
Just after one exchange, the power of over nineteen thousand jin was transford into a fierce strength attack... Although he blocked the other’s martial intent strike, sohow, that soft flag disard ninety percent of his force.
He hadn’t managed a substantial attack on the opponent’s body.
Yet he himself felt an extrely concentrated breath, like a burning brand or an extrely cold stream, rushing into his body.
Attacking his ridians all the way, eroding his internal organs.
This force even carried a will that, despite Chen Ping’s qi and blood tier three transformation, could not be completely dispelled.
Just from one strike, he felt one side of his body was cold and slightly stiff.
"Oh, just at the Qi and Blood third tier, you can actually withstand my Soul-Devouring Banner’s [Thousand Souls Roar] attack. Could it be that heaven is really helping you, and I’ve found the right opponent?
The old guy from the Situ Family wasn’t bluffing... Calculating everything without any strategy left unplanned."
"Now take another move [Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring]."
In Black Soul’s eyes, there was both a look of surprise and cruelty, and this ti, unlike the casualness before.
His hands rotated, the flag swirling, as he stepped forward, closing the dozens of feet in distance, reaching Chen Ping.
With the flag moving like a spinning wheel, fierce winds like waves...
Hundreds of shadows around him were swept up, forming a vortex.
Like a giant mouth devouring the heavens, attacking Chen Ping from all directions.
This ti, Chen Ping felt the sky turn black, unable to see where the flag’s true form was.
As if plunged into a black icy sea, everything around was misty, with countless attacks coming at once.
’Can’t see the light, can’t see the person, can’t hear the sound, can’t perceive where the real danger is?’
Even more, during such monts, his mind beca as calm as water...
Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind, "Void and tranquility, nothingness without form. Nature gives birth, difficulties and ease achieve each other," and his mind lit up.
His heart felt cool and clear, as if a bright moon appeared in his mind.
Illuminating all around.
Nothing was unclear, nothing was hidden.
He saw the surging black shadow wave as the qi chanism flowing, and a bit of gray light was quietly aiming at his heart.
That was the sharp spear tip of the flag in front.
"Here it is."
Chen Ping’s five organs throbbed in unison, his blood essence boiled fiercely, transforming into a surging torrent of vitality...
Force transford into montum, montum gathered essence.
The shadowless sword montum, which was a myriad of sword strikes aid in all directions, suddenly converged into a simple single thrust.
Internal qi and blood essence, at this mont, unified together, transford into a bright point of light.
Szzz...
It seed to pierce through the air, breaking the barrier.
Directly confronting the otherwise impossible to discern Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Devouring Spear.
Crack...
Struck by that sword.
The black flag’s spear blade broke on impact, twisting into a mass of torn cloth.
The man in black hat and coat spun as if shocked, flying backward...
His single arm, from wrist to elbow, up to the shoulder, crackled with sounds, spurting out several streams of black blood...
The Celestial Heart Bright Moon Sword, combined with the Shadowless Sword Montum, truly produced the effect of a weakness attack.
Attacking one point to reach the rest.
Crossing two major realms, he injured the opponent.
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