"broken!"

The moment he bought the brown long sword, Chen Ping clamped his fingers and pressed hard.

But unexpectedly, the material of this sword is extremely hard and cannot be shaken by his physical strength.

"Take my Pingting Sword, Pei will not give up!"

There were wisps of anger in Pei Yan's eyes.

He clearly understood the shame that He Yongming had just experienced.

For any great sword cultivator, the hatred of snatching a sword is like killing his parents.

However, the most important thing at the moment is to take back Liting, after all, half of his magical powers are above this sword.

"Crash!"

The Liting Sword was Pei Yan's natal magic weapon for sacrifice and refining day and night. When he was activated, he immediately broke free in Chen Ping's palm.

In just half a breath, a large piece of sword marks rolled out on his arm.

Chen Ping felt a stern.

He and Pei Yan's sword skills were half a pound, but they forced the Liting Sword with the suppression of Jianxin, and they couldn't control it for long.

Indeed, if he exposed all his spiritual power, it would be enough to shatter the connection between the two and seize the spiritual sword.

Unfortunately, this is not a life-and-death battle encountered in private.

More than a dozen Nascent Souls outside the field focused their attention here.

Once the news of the birth of the treasure, the soul Technique is leaked, it can be much more serious than a Tongtian Spiritual Treasure.

No matter how great the Nascent Soul cultivator is, even the God-Transformed Lord will covet it.

Establishing authority is one thing, but Chen Ping will never want to be in the eyes of everyone

All the cards are exposed in plain sight.

Seeing that the Liting Sword would not be destroyed for a while, Chen Ping pursed his lips sinisterly, and a hundred drops of essence and blood burned to the index finger of his right hand.

Then, the Liting Sword roared like a dragon's roar and flew back towards Pei Yan.

"Dong!"

With a strong pressure on his arms and elbows, Chen Ping forced the Liting Sword into his crotch with his physical strength.

Then, the Dragon Eagle slid into the air and chased after the index finger, which had gathered essence and blood, suddenly stroked a few strokes on the hilt of the Liting Sword.

"Han's handwriting is too ugly, please forgive me for yourselves."

Chen Ping smiled with his hands behind his back and said in a strange tone.

Behind me, my index finger was trembling with great pain.

The material of the Liting Sword is too hard, and he spent a lot of money to destroy the human heart.

"Swoosh!"

When the Liting Sword returned to Pei Yan's hand, he subconsciously glanced down.

The next moment, the man's face was thrusting wildly, and he was filled with anger.

I saw four crooked ancient Chinese scriptures on the hilt of the Liting Sword.

"Sword under the crotch!"

The dazzling big characters seemed to be entering the body with sharp swords. Even with the old monster Pei Yan's Yuanying, the mood of the old monster, was so angry that it was filled with smoke from the seven orifices.

"Fellow Daoist Han's methods are a bit despicable."

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, Fan Xinglun made a speechless comment.

Yun Qiurong smiled, and a strange color mixed in her iceberg-like expression.

Other Nascent Souls frowned even more.

The upright battle and the despicable methods really treat themselves as evil cultivators who do everything they want.

"Junior Brother Han did a good job!"

Liu Yuze was energetic and grinned.

Junior Brother He was almost destroyed by Pei Yan, and he gritted his teeth for this person.

Although Junior Brother Han’s revenge was a bit petty, it was very suitable for him.

However, he felt a little worried.

Wu Nian Sect has just declared war with the evil tooth cave, and now he has committed a crime against a sword cultivator sect in the outer sea. Why do you feel that something is wrong?

"Are you still satisfied with the rude man talking rudely?"

After humiliating Pei Yan severely, Chen Ping pointed at the same point without saying a word, and the various free sword energy beside him rushed forward.

Just a psychological suppression just now did not cause substantial injuries to Pei Yan.

And how to destroy an arrogant sword cultivator is full of experience.

After a brief rage, Pei Yan had returned to calm. His cold eyes turned and the Liting sword shot out.

"Buzz!"

A brown sword shadow covered it, and rushed straight to the sword energy.

Chen Ping's sword energy is transformed by foreign objects. Without the blessing of magic weapons, he is naturally not a match for the Liting Sword.

In a few or five seconds, the Liting Sword had an absolute advantage and swept across the world and destroyed the sword energy.

"Han Shu, Wunian Sect, use your natal sword!"

Seeing Chen Ping condensed his sword energy to fight with his bare hands, Pei Yan seemed to have suffered even greater humiliation. The light of the Liting Sword skyrocketed again, aiming at the arrogant figure and slashed it.

"Not, not."

With a humorous wave of hand, Chen Ping opened his mouth and vomited, a beautiful flower bud flew out of thin air.

Then, a vortex of green thunder flew into the sky, and "bang" and "bang" bloomed.

One red and the other one is blue and purple, two giant swords that are hundreds of feet long condensed into the sky.

Under Chen Ping's mind, the Lei Jian and the Fire Sword were one point left and right, and at the same time, they aimed at the Liting Sword and attacked him.

The sword force and magic of the heaven and earth are combined with the sword realm, and the numerous sword shadows around the Liting Sword are swept away.

"This person's thunder and fire magic are powerful."

Pei Yan's face darkened, and his formula jumped out.

The paper-confetti sword shadows near the Liting Sword immediately roared together, and two equally large swords formed in the air.

One is gray and the other is blue, flowing with powerful soil and water attributes respectively.

Jiquan is divided into swordsmanship, the third of the six techniques of Jiquan.

This move combines the magic power of the monk himself and has amazing defenses.

Sure enough, Chen Ping's thunder and fire sword slowly rotated, colliding with the sword division technique.

"Sir"

The tip of the needle to the wheat rays kept ringing.

As we all know, the earth attribute emphasizes defense, and the water attribute also has the ability to protect it that cannot be underestimated.

Therefore, the Qingjie Immortal Thunder and the Unextinguished Ancient Flame did not take any advantage at all. Instead, they blasted one after another, and the light shrank and disappeared without a shadow.

The disadvantage in the scene immediately made the juniors of Wunian Sect feel nervous.

Especially the Master Mengfeng who followed the instructions and brought the entire clan to watch the battle.

If Old Ancestor Han is defeated, will he be blamed?

However, the Yuanying people watched indifferently.

So far, Chen Ping has not used a magic weapon.

It is still a two-word saying which wins and who loses.

As for the calmest ones, Liu Yuze and Wu Chuhan were the two.

The inherited treasure Wunian Luosheng Sword has not yet appeared, and Junior Brother Han’s strength has only been exerted by 30% or 40%.

...

"This can't be fought."

Chen Ping regretted it when the magical spirit swords were destroyed by the Liting Sword.

It is right that he wants to set an example for his junior brother, but he overestimated his sword skills.

"Junior Brother He, remember that you must know how to adapt to the situation at the advanced level. No matter how strong your verbal skills are, it is useless."

Chen Ping yelled at He Yongming and wanted to draw out the Luosheng Sword.
To be continued...