One of the eight pagodas was gone, but Chen Ping's expression darkened.

Because there is only five breaths left in the sword transformation state.

He knew Qi Yuan's intention. If he dragged the sword into one, his strength would be greatly reduced.

At that point, whether this person will fight or stay, is no longer within his control.

Immediately afterwards, another stone rain came. Under the airtight attack, Di Yaoxian was struggling to hold on, and there was no possibility of counterattack.

Chen Ping was so cruel that he even had the idea of ​​using the Coral Dharma to directly suppress Qi Yuan.

But in an instant, he put an end to this dangerous idea without hesitation.

At present, Di Yaoxian is still present to coordinate the fight, unless they are killed together.

"This Qiyuan is just the most common half-step golden elixir, but it can actually force me to use all my methods. In the past, I was arrogant and looked down on the monks in the world."

In the Pure Yang Sword, Chen Ping shrank his eyes and waved his hands. Wisps of pure spiritual power condensed on his fingertips, as if they were peeling off cocoons, controlled by him in a subtle and clever way.

With the gathering of spiritual power, a green and clear green lotus appeared in Chen Ping's palm.

This green lotus looks no different from the previous sword-guiding lotus. It is completely transparent and somewhat crystal-clear and dreamy.

But with a casual touch, you can find out how violent the sword intention hidden in it is, as if it is restraining an ancient ferocious beast.

Then, Chen Ping bit the tip of his tongue and spit out ten drops of blood on the green lotus. The lotus immediately turned into a mysterious green color with a hint of red.

When the green lotus finally appeared in the outside world, the Pure Yang Sword was seen waving in the sky, and it was slashed unceremoniously.

With a "crash" sound, this small green lotus shattered in response. Yuyou's sword energy was overwhelming, and finally turned into a monstrous sea of ​​swords, forcing the fire realm of Nine Yang True Fire Comb back.

"this……"

Whether it was Di Yaoxian or Qi Yuan, both of them looked at the scene in front of them in horror and were speechless for a while.

The endless sword energy swept over like a tsunami, occupying the surrounding area of ​​Chunyang Sword.

Tornadoes were raging crazily, and a large area of ​​sea water was twisted.

The power of the deep sea is terrifying.

Maybe a drop of water can't do much, but when the streams converge and condense into huge waves, they can destroy almost everything in their way.

"The Sword of Magnificence."

Chen Ping stood there with a calm expression and waved his big hand.

The sword energy that was everywhere in sight was immediately absorbed, covering the sword body, and then suddenly shrank, turning into an inconspicuous green light, and it swirled fiercely on the fire wave.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the tsunami and strong winds, the seven pagodas collided incredibly on their own, and a huge light like the black sun burst out in mid-air.

The eleventh form of Qinglian Sword Technique is a drop in the ocean.

This technique is the most powerful magical power that Chen Ping currently masters besides the Soul and Mystery Technique.

Different from the ordinary sword moves of the first ten moves, the eleventh move is the beginning of sword mastery.

Qinglian Sword Technique is a mid-level Xuanpin swordsmanship. The higher you go, the more powerful it becomes.

This sword move contains his sword intention, which is sent to heaven and earth, like a drop in the vast ocean.

Although it is just a trace of sword light, it carries the power of a world-shaking sword sea.

"Whoosh"

The Pure Yang Sword penetrated through, and the seven pagodas whined one after another as if they were made of paper. The stones collapsed and returned to the landscape scroll.

An embarrassed figure staggered and fell, it was Qiyuan Sanren.

I saw him rolling on the ground and throwing a silver spear towards the fire world.

"boom"

The self-destruction of the high-grade Taoist weapon briefly broke the confinement of the sea of ​​fire. Seeing that a gap was barely opened, Qi Yuan showed ecstasy and rushed out desperately.

Under the threat of the unity of man and sword, he did not even dare to take back this top-notch rare treasure, the landscape scroll.

Chen Ping smiled coldly, and pursued the Pure Yang Sword through the air. However, halfway through the flight, the brilliance suddenly disappeared. The fifteen-breath time had just expired, and he immediately broke away from the sword-turned-sword state.

"This is my only chance to escape!"

Qi Yuan gritted his teeth and Dunguang suddenly accelerated and rushed out of the sea of ​​fire.

He couldn't stay here and fight with the two of them.

Chen Ping from Haichang Island is obviously a genius in swordsmanship, and whether it is the level or realm of his swordsmanship, he should be outstanding among swordsmen.

If he continues to fight, he might really end up in the hands of a mid-Yuan Dan master.

It is not too late for high-level monks to take revenge for a hundred years. In the future, they will succeed in forming elixirs. The first person to be destroyed will be the Haichang Chen family.

"Fellow Taoist Qiyuan, please go to Huangquan Road and wait for me."

Di Yaoxian said expressionlessly, and with a flick of his fingers, three pieces of flowing light blocked the passage as if planned, including the green Ruyi, and exploded together.

The three Taoist artifacts self-destructed, creating a terrifying scene. The surrounding space seemed to be unable to withstand such force, and began to hum and tremble.

Not to mention Qi Yuan, who had no means of defense to protect himself. He let out a shrill scream, and with a "bang", his fragile body split open, and every inch of his body turned into a rain of blood, flying everywhere.

"It seems that Master Qi Yuan only has one token that can replace someone's death."

Chen Ping searched the surrounding area with his spiritual consciousness, and within nearly a hundred miles, there was no trace of Qi Yuan's breath.

The dignified first monk of Liulihai completely evaporated from the world.

A shiny storage ring slowly fell. Chen Ping quickly fished it out, turned around, and stuffed the ancient scroll and the remaining few water drops into his arms.

He had agreed with Di Yaoxian in advance that all Qiyuan's property would belong to him alone.

It is natural to collect the spoils of war at this time.

"Fellow Daoist Di, it's okay with you, right?"

Chen Ping had some free time and began to care about his old friend.

The surrounding fire realm has long since disappeared automatically, and Immortal Di Yao is suspended in the air, his face is extremely pale, and his condition looks extremely depressed.

This is also expected.

Immortal Di Yao not only lost a lot of essence and blood, but even his natal Taoist weapon exploded and was destroyed. With his vitality, he might not be able to survive another year.

Chen Ping's tone was sincere, and deep down he admired this person.

The natal magic weapon is very important for monks.

Unless faced with a life and death crisis, he would not have the courage to destroy his Pure Yang Sword and injure the enemy.

"Thank you Daoyou Chen for your concern. I don't have much time left. Even if I trade my life for my life, I will still make a lot of money."

Immortal Di Yao smiled freely and said quietly: "With Qi Yuan's death, the inheritance of our Cangji Sect has finally been preserved."

Judging from his current position, he was hundreds of feet away from Chen Ping. He was holding something in his hand, which should be a talisman.

After defeating the enemy, the close cooperative relationship between the two suddenly changed.

Although he signed a thick contract on the road, Di Yaoxian was still afraid that Chen Ping would turn against him regardless of the backlash.

Immortal Di Yao knew exactly how terrifying the Spider Demon King was with its flapping wings.

"Fellow Daoist Di, now that the overall situation has been decided, should the Nine Yang True Fire Comb be handed over to Chen?"

Seeing that Immortal Di Yao glanced at the puppet with great defensiveness, Chen Ping said with a disapproving smile.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, don't be anxious."

Immortal Di Yao's heart moved, and he cupped his hands and said: "Wuhui Island is right in front of us. If fellow Taoist help me destroy the Tong family, how about we share half of the family's property?"

After hesitating for a long time, Chen Pingping shook his head calmly and said calmly: "There is only one middle-stage Yuan Dan left on the island, and Daoist friend Di is enough."

The implication was obviously rejection.

His decision was carefully considered.

As soon as he used the combination of human and sword to kill Qi Yuan, he consumed 70 to 80% of his mana. Not only was his condition at a low point, but he didn't want to fight another bloody battle for some resources.

Secondly, he did not intend to get too involved in the orthodox dispute in Liulihai.

The killing of Qi Yuan and Tong Huyun was enough to attract attention. If the Tong clan was removed and the Lanyue Sect was dissatisfied, it would be harmful to the Chen family behind him.

Therefore, even though Di Yao Xianming used resources to seduce him, he remained indifferent and did not take the bait.

"well."

Immortal Di Yao sighed with great regret, turned his palm, and the Nine Yang True Fire Comb quietly emerged.

With soft eyes, he stroked it gently as if treating his own child. Di Yao's reluctance gradually disappeared, and finally he released the restraint with a calm expression and threw the comb away.

Chen Ping caught it and after carefully checking it several times with his spiritual consciousness, he said with satisfaction: "Fellow Daoist Di is a man of faith."

"This comb has been with me for hundreds of years and has made great achievements. I hope that Taoism will be kind to me."

Di Yaoxian said in an exhorting tone.
To be continued...