"The top-grade spiritual treasure with both soil and water attributes."

The moment when the innate sword heart influenced Pei Yan's spiritual sword, Chen Ping immediately sensed various details and characteristics of the sword.

Pei Yan was born into an old sword cultivator sect and his background is undoubtedly extremely powerful.

The natal spiritual sword is in line with its own martial arts, which is what many sword cultivators dream of.

The more this happened, Chen Ping wanted to destroy the brown long sword.

The heart of the innate sword is leaping and pours out its own sword intent.

He wants to completely control Pei Yan's natal magic weapon.

"Bi Jianxin, Pei has never lost anyone!"

Pei Yan's eyes flashed with anger, and a dark fountain water burst out from his body.

This spring is like a new source, and the gurgling flow does not seem to have any power.

But at the same time, the brown long sword gradually stopped tearing, and it seemed that the milk swallows returned to their nests.

"The strange spring water sword heart gives me a heavy feeling."

Chen Ping remained silent, but frowned secretly.

He had boasted about Haikou before, and obviously couldn't turn around.

Both of them are the fourth step sword cultivators, Pei Yan's sword path seems to be no less weak than him.

Tens of miles away, He Yongming looked back and forth nervously.

He believed in the difference between the clouds and the mud that the senior brother just mentioned.

But as they watched the two of them fight against each other, there seemed to be no difference.

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Pei can make Han take one or two seriously."

After a tough talk, Chen Ping held his breath, the swords on his body gathered wildly, and formed a gray inconspicuous giant sword in the air, and Huanghuang pressed down on Pei Yan.

This is not swordsmanship, but also suppression on the heart of the sword.

As the wind and clouds surged, the gray sword pressed down and stroked the void against the brown sword.

Silently, the dark yellow spring water dissipated into countless drops of water, shattering and opening.

"Why did his sword heart be born?"

Pei Yan was shocked and looked at the gray sword with incredible eyes.

My own Spring Sword Heart was born naturally after practicing the sect’s heavenly sword technique, the Sixth Art of the Supreme Spring.

The power of this sword heart is ranked in the entire Fancang Sea.

But the facts were right in front of him, his sword heart was defeated by the opponent's attack.

"Hehe, can you do the opposite?"

Pei Yan's suspicion made Chen Ping smile coldly.

His sword heart was born by experiencing the first sword in heaven and earth.

The source of the rule power of the sword spirit root is the innate sword.

In the world, nothing can suppress it!

At least with Chen Ping's knowledge, he still doesn't know that there is a stronger existence than the innate sword heart.

"Buzz!"

The brown long sword was once again guided by inexplicable force and wanted to rebel from its master.

The competition of kendo in the same realm is affected by many factors.

The strength of swordsmanship, the pros and cons of swordsmanship, the pros and cons of swordsmanship...

Anything is very critical.

Since he lost completely in the sword heart, Pei Yan did not force it. With a thought of the mantra, the yellow beads in the sky condensed again and turned into the spring sword heart.

This time, not only his body, but also his natal spiritual treasures and the surrounding space were entangled with dark yellow springs.

There is a sword move among the Six Skills of Jiquan that can temporarily strengthen the magical powers of the sword heart.

Pei Yan, who had practiced this method to the great perfection, had used it with a familiarity, and the brown long sword immediately stopped and began to repel the guidance of the innate sword heart.

...

"The confrontation between the two fourth-step sword cultivators is hard to see and wonderful."

Outside the formation, Bai Wencheng, the taciturn Bodhi Mansion, spoke.

"Dear fellow Taoists may recognize Han Jianxiu's sword heart where did it come from?"

Fan Xinglun asked around indifferently.

"Qiurong has never seen it in classics."

Yun Qiurong shook her head and said softly.

Others remained silent and obviously couldn't recognize their feet.

Fan Xinglun had expected it in advance.

The information and classic collection of Jiuding Chamber of Commerce is definitely the dominant force of the Eastern Region.

Even he had never heard of it, and the fellow Taoists present would probably not know it.

"The true body of this gray spiritual sword may be a spiritual treasure that can be used to spread the sky."

The True Lord of Mountain Demon raised his eyebrows and said lukewarmly.

"oh?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the Nascent Souls changed and they looked at Chen Ping one after another.

Ruoshan Demon True Lord guessed it right, then does the Yuanying surnamed Han have a sword-like spiritual treasure?

This is a treasure that is enough to arouse their jealousy.

"The heavenly sword skills that Junior Brother Han practiced are extremely powerful, and it is not surprising that he has mastered this sword heart."

Liu Yuze exonerated Chen Ping.

Then, the Yuanying people were silent with different thoughts.

...

The sword fighting in the square is still continuing.

The two Nascent Souls are a hundred feet apart, and their motionless appearance falls into the eyes of low-level monks, but it is quite strange.

But in fact, the battle between Chen Ping and Pei Yan was extremely dangerous. If you were not careful, the sword heart would collapse and the sword path would be greatly damaged.

The sensation caused by the innate sword heart was long as Chen Ping expected.

First of all, swordsmanship is his fundamental method, and sooner or later it will be exposed.

Moreover, it may be a good thing to attract some Yuanying who dies for money.

Every Nascent Soul monk is not an unknown person in the Fancang Sea.

It is impossible to take the initiative to rob and kill.

But if someone else is greedy for his treasure and is forced to kill him, the nature will be different.

"Retreat!"

Chen Ping shouted loudly, and the innate sword heart compressed into the size of a half-palm contained violent energy and slashed heavily.

"Sizi"

The two swords that were just as good as the match were right now were judged.

Pei Yan's Huangquan sword heart was broken for the second time.

"Puff"

Being backfired by the sword intent, Pei Yan spit out a stream of blood from his mouth, and blood was stained on his robe.

"Fellow Daoist Pei, who specializes in sword practice, you are just like this!"

Chen Ping mocked a brown sword that took Pei Yan.

"Senior Pei lost his natal spiritual sword?"

"Does this mean that Senior Han's swordsmanship are far from comparable to Senior Pei?"

"Just just now, Senior Pei directly controlled the sword of Senior He of Wunian Zong. Senior Han seemed to be a little revenge."

Wan Xiu, who was off the court, started talking nonsense.

"Senior brother's swordsmanship is superb and has reached an extraordinary level."

He Yongming was excited and his pupils regained some spirit.
To be continued...