Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 359 My Life Is Precious

"Brother Chen's might is invincible. Put your corpse and puppet out at will, and I'm afraid you can easily slaughter Jin Laojiu."

Seeing that Chen Ping was indeed able to compete head-on with Jin Zhaoheng, who was united with human and sword, Fan Yiqiao who was standing beside him struck while the iron was hot, and transmitted the voice in a negotiating tone.

Chen Ping's ear twitched, but he didn't respond, he just stared at Jin Zhaoheng expressionlessly.

This person's combination of human and sword has greatly inspired his swordsmanship, and he is not in a hurry to sacrifice a puppet to kill him in one fell swoop.

As for the Taoist corpses, because of their origins, Chen Ping decided to minimize the number of times they were exposed to people.

"If Fellow Daoist Jin doesn't have stronger supernatural powers, it's better to capture him with nothing."

Chen Ping lifted one foot off the ground, with the Chunyang sword attached to his back, and said in a calm tone.

Hearing this, the golden and blue lightsaber exploded with a trace of violent sword energy, and there seemed to be a pair of cold eyes shining inside.

If Chen Ping is eliminated, with the help of the power of the two third-level formations, he may still have the hope of making a comeback for the Nixing Sect today, and at least he can hold the sect's garrison.

If not...

Thinking of this, Jin Zhaoheng couldn't help looking at the black token floating beside him.

If it were someone else, there would be an opportunity to join the Lanyue Sect before them, and they might be impatient to change their heels.

But he cared about the family's foundation and all the relatives in the direct line, not to mention the trembling atmosphere of practicing under the eyes of Jindan cultivators, he guessed it would be difficult for him to adapt.

"I can't stand you choosing."

Chen Ping smiled coldly, his fists turned into palms, a dry blue-purple flame covered it, and then pressed in the air.

Immediately, two purple-blue phantoms the size of an attic appeared out of thin air amidst the rumbling sound and slammed away at the lightsaber.

The secret technique that comes with the Nine Changes Flame Spirit Art, the monstrous flame palm.

Since he broke into Yuandan Realm, he seldom used it. The reason is very simple. Using this technique to attack monks of the same level lacks the power to make a final decision, and it consumes more mana, which is far less smooth than Qinglian Sword Art.

However, Jin Zhaoheng is a monk of the Golden Spirit Root, and based on the mutual restraint relationship of the attributes of the five elements, the spiritual flame should not have a small damage to him.

The hurricane blown by the two palms of fire blew up, creating a wave of scorching flames more than ten feet high, which directly engulfed the lightsaber.

In this sea of ​​scarlet flames, up and down, left and right, the sky and the ground are all billowing flames.

Suddenly, traces of golden flow marks appeared on the lightsaber body, and exploded in all directions, cutting off most of the flames.

When it broke through the encirclement of the sea of ​​flames and reappeared in the sky, the brilliance flickered around him, obviously paying a heavy price.

"If you follow the way of sword cultivation, you should have no other distractions. If you are arrogant and conceited to practice other supernatural powers, you are doomed not to reach the realm of the unity of human and sword."

Jin Zhaoheng's thoughts were conveyed, full of preaching meaning of the seniors guiding the younger ones.

Chen Ping squinted his eyes, but did not answer.

I know all about my own affairs, although his kendo talent is not shocking, but with the assistance of Jinzhu Dimension, the fourth realm of heaven and earth is a sword.

"Fellow Daoist Jin has [-] breaths left in his sword transformation state."

Chen Ping smiled leisurely, as if making a point with good intentions.

"court death!"

Jin Zhaoheng roared in a low voice, his anger surged wildly, Chen Ping used him as a sword repairing stone.

It is a great shame for him that his opponent comprehends the meaning of the sword in the fighting method.

Moreover, Fan Yiqiao and the spirit ship fought in a group on the battlefield below, and Gong Lingshan released a cold arrow from time to time to help, causing the juniors of the sect to be in danger.

The situation does not allow to continue to drag on!
In the face of the catastrophe, Jin Zhaoheng's mentality suddenly calmed down a lot, and he said indifferently: "Didn't Chen Daoyou want to borrow me to realize the sword, then Jin will fulfill your wish."

"Fellow Daoist Jin, please enlighten me."

Chen Pinglue clasped his fists together, his face gradually became serious.

I saw that the sword mound in the sky lit up spiritual lights at the same time, and the overwhelming sword shadows turned into stars in the night at this moment, speeding up a thousand times, and began to arrange and rotate regularly.

The golden and blue sword seemed to be echoing the sword mound, flashing dazzling brilliance one by one.

And the strands of breath leaking from the edge of the vision are enough to make people panic. Don't think too much, Jin Zhaoheng must be planning a shocking blow, and it may also be the last blow in the state of the sword of others.

Chen Ping pursed his lips. In addition to holding the Chunyang Sword tightly, a ray of thought extended to the storage ring, wrapping the Spider King puppet, the two Taoist corpses, the gray conch shell, and the Indigo Fly Replacement Death Talisman.

Later, if the situation is even slightly wrong, he will use all his supernatural powers without hesitation and destroy Jin Zhaoheng.

Chen Ping admitted that after taking the house, he was more afraid of death than in his previous life.

Of course, it was because of the existence of Jin Zhu that the illusory Dao of Longevity was opened to him a little.

Chen Ping was reluctant to die, even the thought that Jin Zhu might find another owner after death, his heart became extremely sour.

Only by cherishing your own life can you guard such a heaven-penetrating treasure.

"Jin has a sword, which he realized last month in the Illusory Jade Star Realm of the Dual Yuan Chongtian, and named it Falling Star."

As soon as Jin Zhaoheng's consciousness was transmitted, he said without any waves.

Chen Ping's face twitched, and he fell into the stars, why can't the Jin family, the Broken Star Gate and Xingchen get along?
As for the Illusory Jade Star Realm, it is one of the short-lived celestial phenomena that occasionally appear in the sky, and it is full of broken rocks and debris, and it is extremely dangerous for Yuan Dan monks to go deep into it.

Jin Zhaoheng created this sword trick last month, so Fan Yiqiao and others must have never tried it, so he had better be careful.

"cut!"

Jin Zhaoheng shouted without emotion, and the sword mound and the lightsaber instantly merged into one, and turned into a huge meteorite with a radius of more than ten feet. At first glance, it really looked like a star that had lost its brilliance. Chen Ping hit the top of his head with a weight as heavy as ten thousand catties.

"呲呲"

Only half of the star fell, and the nearby metallic aura was sucked away by it like a thousand streams returning to the sea.

Chen Ping only felt his whole body tense, and his figure was imprisoned by an inexplicable force. Not to mention casting spells, he couldn't even move a single finger. He could only watch the stars calmly and slowly. Fall slowly.

"Brother Ping, be careful!"

"Brother Chen, I'll help you!"

Gong Lingshan and Fan Yiqiao sensed the frightening power contained in the stars, their faces changed, they resolutely gave up encircling and suppressing the spirit ship, and commanded the Taoists from afar to try to rescue them.

And Fang Chuwu, who had been resisting the defense formation, rubbed his hands together in a hurry, and threw a strange sharp cone several inches in size at the stars, with a cold light shining on it, entwined with runes, and a weird crackling sound.

"His falling star sword move, although it has the shape of a star and has the effect of confining the body, is actually an attack condensed through sword intent, and its essence is still a special kind of sword energy."

The phantom eyes kept flickering, how could Gong Lingshan and the others know that at such a critical moment, Chen Ping was still comprehending Jin Zhaoheng's sword style.

"Forget it, the power of this method is not inferior to the No. 12 method of Qinglian Sword Art, so I don't need to be tough."

Chen Ping thought about it secretly, and then, a huge black shadow lay in front of him.

Even though his physical body could not move at this time, his mind still opened the storage ring unimpeded, and successfully summoned the Spider King puppet.

At the same time, the three aided Dao artifacts slashed towards the stars, but the invisible sword energy that suddenly emerged from the outer circle was blown backwards, and bounced hundreds of feet away.

However, when his sight was filled by an ugly and strange monster, Fan Yiqiao sniffed the stench in the air, and showed a relaxed smile instead.

Chen Ping finally couldn't help using his Spider King puppet!

In the clan battle not long ago, he had personally witnessed this puppet displaying his might, breaking through the defense of the Lingyao bowl talisman, and fiercely killing the wood and stone sage.

I don't know how Chen Ping made this big guy, it's even more enviable than the two Taoist corpses of the Deng family!

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