Licking his chapped lips, the heat in Chen Ping's heart burned more and more fiercely.

If he were also promoted to the third level of swordsmanship, his magical power would probably skyrocket immediately, and he would be invincible even with half a step of golden elixir.

"It seems that the boy from the Jin family has been practicing swordsmanship for more than a hundred years. How did he realize the unity of man and sword?"

Chen Ping frowned, then secretly smiled.

It seems that Jin Zhaoheng is going to be captured alive. Once the Tianxiao Soul Searching Technique is used, the secret will no longer be a secret.

He did not believe that this person could have the same ability to change memories as Sky Vine.

"Chen Ping, Jin's promise just now still stands, as long as you give up and leave."

The colorful golden and blue light sword was suspended in the air, its sharp tip pointed directly at Chen Ping, and a thought was sent out.

"This is Jin Zhaoheng's spiritual aura."

Chen Ping's heart moved, and he pretended to immerse himself in consideration with a hesitant look on his face. However, the soul villain in the sea of ​​​​consciousness suddenly opened his eyes, separated a strand of consciousness and silently wrapped it around the lightsaber.

For a short while, a look of uncertainty suddenly flashed across his eyes, and he could not sense the existence of Jin Zhaoheng's soul.

Could it be that in the third level of sword cultivation, not only the physical body becomes one, but also the soul can be integrated into the natal spiritual sword without revealing any flaws?

Chen Ping's face turned ugly. His originally superior consciousness was intimidating, but it was completely useless against Jin Zhaoheng who was in the state of human-sword fusion. Even the Coral Dharma Image might not be able to kill him, because after turning into a sword, his sea of ​​consciousness was hidden.

Where it will be, I still don’t know.

On the other side, Gong Lingshan and Fan Yiqiao saw Jin Zhaoheng using the Human Sword Fusion. Although they did not dare to confront him head-on, they were not idle either. They each used their Taoist weapons to attack the spirit ship crazily.

A mouthless vial and a water-blue flying knife, each time they fall, the white shield is crumbling, making the light and darkness unstable.

If it weren't for the twenty foundation-building monks on the deck who were always there with protective shields on their hands to constantly replenish their mana, I'm afraid it would have been defeated countless times.

Moreover, these two high-grade Taoist artifacts were originally Pu Liuhuan, sacred objects of wood and stone, but they were not completely refined by Gong Lingshan and the others. Currently, they have only exerted about half of their power.

"Brother Chen, Jin Laojiu's human-sword unity state can't last long. The last time it was about sixty breaths."

After taking a moment, Fan Yiqiao reminded him through a secret message.

"Old Fan will always bully the younger generation, but I can't think of you as an idiot!"

Jin Zhaoheng snorted coldly, but saw no movement of the spiritual sword. But the next moment, the space on the surface of the city wall fluctuated, and golden halos turned into sharp blades as long as arms suddenly rushed out, slashing fiercely with a strange sound.

Toward the street below.

There, four foundation-building monks from the Broken Star Gate were holding spiritual weapons and covered in blood, massacring the residents of the city.

With a few "Puff" sounds, in front of these golden blades, the shields, defensive weapons, or talismans on several people were as fragile as paper, and they were easily chopped open, followed by extremely miserable...

Wails came out almost simultaneously, and the four people and their spiritual weapons instantly turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

"Our information is correct. The formation of the city defense formation was indeed suppressed by Jin Laojiu himself."
Chapter completed!