"Once he’s in action, it’s a thunderous assault? What’s he doing?"
Du Jingyun said with a puzzled look while watching from a distance on the hillside.
"The only explanation is that our Brother Chen might be hiding his true strength, stronger than we imagined. The Guardian isn’t confident, so he chooses dialogue, using overwhelming force."
Xiongba’s eyes lit up as he exclaid in awe, "Could it be that Chen Ping is not as simple as he appears? But given his age, how could he handle an Innate Powerhouse who has reached the stage of Sensing Heaven and Earth?"
"It seems we really might have another strategic partner. Perhaps, he could help seize the Azure Dragon Seal and hold the great southern power in my hands."
Chen Ping remained unaware that several eyes were watching him from the side.
Even if he knew, he wouldn’t care.
Ever since he decided to take control first, strengthen himself, and dominate Xingqing Prefecture.
In his vision, whether Beizhou or Nanli, all other forces beca imaginary enemies.
He was never afraid of powerful opponents or too many rivals.
He was only afraid of insufficient Tribulation.
Upon hearing the Guardian speak, he couldn’t help but laugh: "May I ask, who exactly is this Southern Heaven’s Mandate you speak of? Is it Ji Xuange or Yuwen Ying?"
You say whoever is Heaven’s Mandate is Heaven’s Mandate; you might as well declare your lady as Heaven’s Mandate.
The toad yawns, what arrogance.
"It seems you’re unwilling... then I’ll break your limbs, ruin your Blood Pill, and capture you back."
The Guardian responded without answering, seemingly sensing Chen Ping’s mockery, nodded, and showed little emotion.
In a blur, he appeared in front of Chen Ping and thrust his sword.
When he wasn’t moving, he seed like a dead stick of bamboo growing on the mountain, with seemingly no threat.
Once he moved, a limitless whirlwind erupted between Heaven and Earth, with layers of wave-like water surging over.
This wasn’t just a sword strike; it was clearly a tidal wave.
"Good sword technique."
Chen Ping discerned that this wasn’t an Illusion Technique from the opponent, nor simply Swordsmanship, but carried shadows of legendary Spells.
With one sword strike on land, a sea wave surged, crushing down like a mountain.
Such might make one almost unable to believe their own eyes.
Faced with this offensive, Swift Sword Shadowless seed to have little effect.
No matter how swift, could it be swifter than the looming waves weighing down from the sky?
"You can’t block it; you can only withdraw to evade and counter." Zhang Gu observed from the side, suddenly exclaid.
Just as he spoke, he saw Chen Ping not withdraw but instead raising his sword to the sky, stepping forward.
Gold light glead faintly from his body, slicing down a sword.
"Separate."
In the midst of a roar.
The waves parted in response, crashing down on all sides, giving rise to real torrents of water.
An erald long sword was just about to pierce Chen Ping’s chest when it was struck by the Black Sword.
Buzz...
A strange, deep boom, causing intense earache among the surrounding crowd, forcing them to retreat hurriedly.
Concentric rings of Qi waves burst forth as debris and stones flew, forming a huge pit nearly ten feet across.
As the powdered grass scattered and flew, Chen Ping paused montarily, laughed aloud, and produced dozens of illusions... Sword Light flashed, transforming into dozens of swords, frantically slicing down.
"Heaven-Human Sensing, Condensing Qi into Water, a good technique indeed, but alas, your power is still weak."
After several battles, Chen Ping realized.
Among his several Sword Techniques, the Primordial Swordsmanship was the most to his liking, seemingly without the need for points added or any intentional practice.
Yet, through his Enlightennt of Sword Technique, after using it several tis, this Sword Technique beca increasingly profound, naturally breaking through to Great Success, attaining Perfection.
At this mont, swinging the Black Dragon Sword, a heavy sword weighing two hundred thirty-eight pounds, his thirty-seven thousand plus pounds of force roared into operation, casually sending forth a gale of tens of thousands of pounds.
Never mind the thin seawater stirred by the opponent’s Swordsmanship, even if a real ocean pressed toward him, he dared to swing his sword and split it.
Overwhelming force conquers all skills.
After clashing swords once more, the Guardian’s erald long sword was bent into a bow shape, a touch of surprise finally flickering in his otherwise dull eyes.
As he flew backward, his Sword Light unfolded, transforming into layers of water waves, entangling like ropes trying to bind Chen Ping.
However, it was unable to confine him.
Vitality sward around.
Being stirred by the Black Dragon Sword, it shattered into thread-like cloudy mist, sputtering and shooting.
The Guardian felt his erald long sword growing ever heavier, with each sword clash causing his body to stiffen.
No matter the direction he navigated, irrespective of his speed.
The dozens of remnants kept swinging, kept fiercely chopping.
"Set Yin and Yang, Separate Yin and Yang, Pacifying the Realm..."
The situation was as such.
The opponent simply recklessly trying to turn this ten feet radius into a chaotic void.
Crack...
The erald long sword finally gave out, developing nurous cracks.
Web-like fractures appeared on the Guardian’s face and arms simultaneously.
He couldn’t rember how many swords he had parried, whether it was three hundred swords, five hundred swords, or a thousand swords.
Just felt that the seemingly inconspicuous slender figure of the opponent transford into a Qingtian giant at this mont.
Standing at the horizon, swinging wasn’t a Black Sword but an enormous axe...
Unwearied, tirelessly chopping away.
Yet such an utterly unskilled chop carried a curious might, while also impossible to dodge or resolve.
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