Lord of Time!

Chapter 244 Yu Xiao dies, the Excalibur has spirit

"Junior, you dare to get close to me in a sword competition. I don't know what kind of power you are relying on?"

Seeing Chen Ping's heavy thunder, his sword acting like Yin and Yang seven stars, rumbling towards him, Venerable Yu Xiao flashed a gloomy look between his brows, and smiled coldly.

He is confident and outperforms his opponents at the level of swordsmanship.

In terms of cultivation, he could see that this young man who was said to have unified the south in less than a year was only at the beginning of the divine martial arts, with at most the third level of cultivation.

As for myself, as early as 30 years ago, I had broken through the second level of Shenwu and reached the fourth level of cultivation. The true essence was liquefied and viscous. Compared with the first level, when I broke through the fourth level, the true essence was more condensed. After attacking, Strength and defense are enhanced at least three times.

In addition, Venerable Yuxiao has never spent the 200 years since Lishan opened the sect.

Although limited to the lack of resources here, the growth of cultivation is a little slow.

However, for the method of protecting the body and life, it is not at all behind.

For example, swordsmanship, spells and various talisman and spell arrays are all involved.

If you fight from a distance, maybe you will have to spend a lot more effort to capture Chen Ping.

It's really close to fighting. If you have a fourth-level cultivation in the middle stage and a triple-level cultivation in the early stage of the fight, it's not easy to catch.

Seeing the black and white rays of light striking in front of him, Venerable Yuxiao's sword flashed with lightning, and he did not dodge. He swung the sword down with his backhand. The sword displayed the power of heaven. With a bang, the two swords collided head-on.

Lei Jian's shot is most about speed.

Venerable Yuxiao was immersed too deeply in this set of Yunlei swordsmanship.

The broken sword's interception is so wonderful that there is no difficulty at all.

Snapped……

There was an explosion.

There was an old god on Venerable Yuxiao's face, and his immortal expression suddenly changed.The body was as if struck by lightning, and the face was distorted and deformed.

His wrist fell back heavily, and the edge of his sword trembled three times in a row to relieve the force, his upper body uncontrollably leaned back, and suddenly retreated.

A chuckle was heard next to his ear.

"Swordsmanship, I just happen to be good at it."

Venerable Yuxiao attacked with a sword, and unexpectedly discovered that this all-powerful cloud and thunder sword force was like hitting a steel mountain.

No, even a steel mountain peak can be cut open by one sword.

The opponent's sword is almost unstoppable by manpower, and the strange and strange force that rolls in is completely indescribable.

If it wasn't for the fact that this sword of mine belonged to a spiritual weapon, it was indestructible and supernatural, the sword just now might have broken someone's wounds.

But Rao is so.

After fighting a sword, I still felt numbness in my right wrist and right arm.

The powerful true energy circulating around his body was shaking slightly and was not running smoothly.

"Even if it is Hidden Dragon Sutra, it is impossible to be so powerful."

Yu Xiao was suspicious in his heart, and his eyes became cautious.

For the first time, he treated the young man in front of him who was in the early stage of Shenwu as an opponent of the same level.

"Okay, very good, I don't know what kind of means you used to increase your strength to such an extent, but just now, I don't believe that your sword is so powerful."

Yuxiao retreated with his sword, and his body flashed, turning into lightning. During the rumbling, the jade-colored sword in his hand sometimes turned into clouds of smoke, and sometimes turned into wild thunder falling from the sky. The human sword merged into one, triggering the inspiration of heaven and earth...

Within a radius of tens of feet, they moved freely and horizontally, and their swords directly attacked Chen Ping's vital points.

This time, he will rely on his exquisite swordsmanship to avoid the real and hit the weak, and kill his opponent directly.

"You want to exhaust me, Yuxiao, you really think too much."

Chen Ping shook his head.

The seven stars around the body suddenly brightened and turned into a seven-star Big Dipper sword formation.

A sword formation, covering all directions, when the strike was made, it was as heavy as a mountain avalanche and the sea cracked, and the radius of ten feet around the body was turned into nothingness, and the vacuum burst.

The Hunyuan sword is wide open and closed, and when moving the sword, it can gather all the strength of the whole body. The strength of 20 million catties can be gathered on the epee, and when it is swung, the wind and howl caused by the sword dance alone can break steel and break iron.

And the Seven Star Sword is one of the sword techniques inherited from the Tianxing Sect that ruled the world back then.

Chen Ping blended these two sets of sword techniques together, and the sword's momentum was like overwhelming the sea...

At a distance of ten feet around the body, even a speck of dust, a trace of vitality, will be torn into nothingness.

Venerable Yuxiao's originally incomparably exquisite Yunlei swordsmanship has become completely powerless just after entering the Hunyuan Sword Domain.

After just seventeen or eight moves, not only did Chen Ping's clothes not get touched, but he was shocked by the sword's intention. His whole body was numb, his muscles and bones ached, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

He originally thought that he would no longer sweat.

"What kind of freak is this? Crossing the border and rebelling against the enemy, the more he fights, the stronger he becomes, and the more he fights, the more he fights. It seems like he doesn't need money."

Venerable Yuxiao secretly groaned in his heart.

He had no idea that facing the sword, he was actually at a slight disadvantage with all his condensed true energy. The opponent was not exhausted, so if the fight continued like this, his own true energy would be consumed too much.

"We can't fight like this."

After another hard sword fight, Venerable Yuxiao, who was knocked backwards by Chen Ping's Hunyuan Seven-Star Sword, with bloodshot eyes faintly flowing from the corner of his mouth, stopped moving forward.

Instead, he gritted his teeth, jumped up quickly, and stood in the void. His palm wiped the edge of the sword, splattering a line of blood...

"Heavenly punishment."

He raised his sword to the sky.

The divine consciousness drew a strange rune in his mind, and read the order from his mouth.

At the same time, his complexion turned slightly purple, and his breath suddenly became three points weaker.

The powerful true energy of the fourth realm of Shenwu suddenly fell down like a floodgate opening.

Just as Chen Ping was about to chase forward, he suddenly stopped, and the coiling dragon around his body shrank wildly inward, turning into a picture of a dragon armor, covering his body.

Between the eyebrows, a ray of light shot out, as bright as the bright moon.

The sword light that originally opened and closed, with seven stars forming an array, suddenly became as delicate as the breeze in the dark night and the bright moon in the mountains.

When he sensed an extreme crisis, his swordsmanship just changed.

Ten miles of purple light appeared in the sky.

Unexpectedly, a light pillar the size of a water tank fell from mid-air with a bang.

As soon as the purple light appeared, it was already three feet above Chen Ping's head.

It turned into a magnificent sword with the sharp edge on the bottom and the hilt on the top.

That luxurious and majestic aura, before the thunder sword was cut down, had already calmed the mind, making people feel fear and awe. They didn't want to resist, but just wanted to be killed.

Not only that, Chen Ping could feel that the Hidden Dragon Dharma Body on his body, which was originally as firm as gold and stone, and the dragon scales that were impossible to destroy, had become soft like water waves, and the solid dragon body had a faint tendency to disperse into a virtual image.

'It's a good move of the Purple Sky God Thunder Sword, which suppresses the soul, destroys evil spirits, cuts the body, and attacks from three sides. Moreover, the most powerful thing is that it has the ability to dispel energy.

Ordinary people can't avoid it, as long as they endure this sword, they will lose their skin if they don't die. '

Chen Ping's thoughts turned, and the soul in the realm of manifesting sages had already turned into a silk net, densely covering the void above his head.

While the spiritual tentacles were being destroyed layer by layer, he also understood how strong this purple sky thunder is.

It actually seemed to be three points stronger than the thunder catastrophe that we survived that day.

Moreover, this thunder light is all about destruction.

Not a trace of life.

No wonder Venerable Yuxiao is entrenched in the land of Dali Dongji. As a local emperor, he occupies the two mansions and behaves mischievously.

Even Dali court is unwilling to come to provoke him.

It is estimated that the patriarch of the Ji family in Dali Yujing would have to spend a lot of effort to get rid of him, and if he was not careful, he would escape.

Therefore, under many scruples, Ji Tang was unwilling to leave her lair rashly.

Instead, Venerable Yuxiao was allowed to dominate here.

After all, if it is too far away from Yujing, without the support of the national destiny, any accident may happen.

Ji Tang is delicate and expensive, how could she be willing to take such a risk.

Of course, from a certain point of view, Venerable Yuxiao himself is very difficult to deal with, which is also one of the reasons.

At this time, Chen Ping saw it.

Perhaps in terms of the concentration of true energy, Yuxiao can't take advantage.

I have an innate endowment, with the blood of a real dragon in my body, and after I have completed the Hidden Dragon Sutra, I am several times more powerful than an ordinary venerable who practiced this technique.

Really let the other party distance.

Relying on the accumulation of two or three hundred years, it is not easy to deal with painstaking efforts to sacrifice a divine thunder.

Fortunately, this lightning attacks energy and spirit, so the damage to the physical body is relatively low.

And his soul has already reached the state of manifesting the sage. After breaking through the supernatural power, the power of the soul has reached the high stage of manifesting the sage.

The Qingfeng Mingyue Sword supported by this kind of soul power has both the boundless speed of the Qingfeng Wuying Sword and the weak point attack of the Tianxin Mingyue Sword.

The soul power has skyrocketed, and the Tianxin Mingyue Sword naturally also rises.

Chen Ping was confident that even the little girl Ji Mingyue, who was a natural fit in this set of sword techniques and practiced like a cheat, would definitely not be able to compare with him at this time.

Under the light between his brows, the purple thunder composed of tens of thousands of five-color thunder lights was seen through at a glance and turned into a black and white network.

In Chen Ping's eyes, this thunder sword is really the only dense light net that he has ever seen in his life.

Countless network nodules are connected together, and it seems that there are weaknesses everywhere. However, because of this weakness echoing from end to end, it seems to disappear.

In a flash of thought, the position changed dozens or hundreds of times.

However, this is not a problem for Chen Ping.

He was sincere and righteous, and never cared about how powerful this Zixiao Shenlei Sword was.

Just outrageously out of the sword.

The black dragon sword in his hand suddenly disappeared.

Only Master Yuxiao, who is floating in the air, and Ji Mingyue, who is standing on the top of the mountain in the distance, can see it.

The black sword merged into the wind, and with the roar of the wind, for a moment, it turned into thousands of swords.

"Splitting light into shadows, no, it's because the sword was released too fast, and more than a thousand swords were released at the same time..."

Venerable Yuxiao narrowed his eyes slightly, but his heart sank.

He could see clearly the mystery of the sword light.

The young man who stood in the same place and did not dodge, seemed to have touched the essence of wind in the four laws of earth, water, fire, and wind in the sword light.

It is almost to the extreme, as if giving a weird sense of turning back time.

The most outrageous thing is that when the thousands of swords were stabbed out, they actually pierced through the purple sky god thunder that he had spent a hundred years of hard work, and cut and disassembled the thunder light from the tiniest point.

A little bit of purple dissipates like a fluorescent light.

From a height of three feet, the lightning that was originally the size of a water tank became as thick as an arm when it landed on the skin of Chen Ping's head.

puff……

The thunder sword pierced Chen Ping Baihui and penetrated his whole body.

The purple light on his body flashed, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of purple blood. The skin, muscles and bones of his body turned into coke at the same time.

Before Venerable Yuxiao's heart could be filled with joy, the scorched black color quickly disappeared after a flash of green light like water.

It seems that he has never been injured, and he was not hit by the remaining power of the purple sky thunder just now. "how come?"

Venerable Yuxiao almost couldn't believe his eyes.

He bit his tongue hard, felt the pain in his heart, his body flickered, turned into lightning and thunder, and he was away from Baizhang in a flash.

'Is it okay if we don't fight anymore? The Shenxiao Sword Sect doesn't want it either. '

'Not only is it powerful, but the swordsmanship is so strong that it can break down everything, and even Zixiao Shenlei can be cut and wiped away with a sword, that's all.His physique is so strong that he can be hit by this purple thunder. '

'The most outrageous thing is that he is actually equipped with healing skills, and in the blink of an eye, the injuries he received have healed. '

'How can I fight this?As long as it is not the first time, beat him to death and turn him into ashes.

With a little slack, you can heal your injuries, fight fiercely again, and you can't afford to provoke them. '

Venerable Yuxiao had crazy thoughts in his mind.

But secretly plotting.

Although he couldn't defeat him, luckily he had some back-ups and didn't use all of them. Even though the opponent took advantage this time, after destroying the Shenxiao Sword Sect, this blood feud had to be avenged.

At that time, the vast land in the south will not be able to have powerful masters sitting everywhere.

As long as Chen Ping didn't personally guard him, he would touch and kill them all. Today's humiliation will be repaid with blood in the future.

A real man should not argue about the length of a day.

Whoever has the last laugh remains to be seen.

With a movement of this guy's figure, it turned into a thunderbolt, flashing hundreds of feet away.

Only in the blink of an eye.

Chen Ping glanced at it and knew that he couldn't catch up with the opponent's speed.

Yu Xiao's old clapper must be using escape techniques.

Even if he uses Cloud Dragon Nine Appearances, he can barely catch up in a small area, and he can't even touch the shadow when he escapes for a long distance.

Not to mention Qixingbu and Diewuyan turning around.

That's just the mundane martial art, and it's still a bit far behind the other level of escapism.

Those two skills can basically be said to be retired.

It can be regarded as a successful retirement.

Chasing is not catching up.

It's not that Chen Ping has no way to deal with this person.

He understands it better than anyone else.

Once this kind of old guy who has lived for two or three hundred years is offended, and he has not been killed on the spot, how much trouble will he cause afterwards.

Even the Dali Dynasty and the power of the entire court did not dare to provoke this man too much.

If he didn't fight himself, he would fight, and the Shenxiao Sword Sect was almost wiped out.

This is not a question of whether to provoke or not to provoke at all.

Even the water from the three rivers and the four seas cannot wash away this deep hatred.

So, the best way is to ask him,
Go to hell!

At the same time that Lord Yuxiao transformed into thunder and flashed hundreds of feet, Chen Ping condensed his sword light and waved his left hand lightly. A ball of red and white light flew into the high sky and flew into the clouds.

"I dare..."

When Venerable Yuxiao saw the red and white light, his eyes turned blood red, and he was already extremely angry.

what is this?
Isn't it the middle-grade spiritual weapon "Sun and Moon Spiritual Ring" that I have practiced for more than two hundred years?

When it was bestowed upon the eldest disciple Mingcheng, he didn't think too much about it.

He just asked Yan Beifei, the big disciple who was deeply trusted by him, to help Yan Beifei kill Chen Ping.

Then, collect the entire Tiannan luck, merge it into the Zixiao Divine Thunder, refine nine thunder lights, use the law to break through the realm, open another Xi path, and go straight to the seventh level of Shenwu.

At that time, whether it is destroying Dali, or searching for Shenxiao Yuleizhen to explain the second half of the exercises, there will be a lot to do.

If it was a chance meeting, Fang Bing Lidao might be included in the bag, and taking advantage of the opportunity of the internal turmoil in the Nine Palaces of Fumo, he would draw the bottom line and restore the Shenxiaozong to its former glory.

At that time, the patriarch will have a spirit, maybe he can sense the power of himself who is living in the open sea, so as to attract...

All kinds of schemes and calculations are now a thing of the past.

In front of the fireball falling down like a huge mountain, the sun and the moon shine together in the sky.

Venerable Yuxiao found that he had no good way to deal with it.

It's easy to lend a spiritual weapon, but it's difficult to take it back.

The most uncomfortable thing was the blow from this spiritual weapon, and I really couldn't take it.

Shenxiao Sword Sect is best at attacking, whether it is the true solution of controlling thunder, or the technique of controlling swords that he has not thoroughly practiced, all of them are attacking strong and defending weak.

Of course, this inheritance does not need to be kept.

With one blow, the opponent turned into ashes.

So why keep it, is it necessary?

But now, Venerable Yuxiao would rather not practice one or two attack methods, and only want to practice a tortoise shell skill that can prevent spiritual weapons.

No matter how fast Xiao Feng Lei's escape method is, can it be faster than a spiritual weapon's air-piercing blow?

With the soul locked, the faster you escape, the faster you die.

At this moment, Venerable Yuxiao's heart turned over and over again, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and just before the huge fireball was about to fall, the true energy in his body exploded with a bang.

Countless blood mist splashed out, like a firework exploding on the spot.

"Then die together."

Venerable Yuxiao roared wildly.

At the same time as his physical body exploded, the Jade Sky Sword in his hand seemed to be suddenly filled with spirituality.

It turned into a streamer and screamed, shooting to Chen Ping's chest at a speed beyond the induction of spiritual consciousness.

"What is this operation?"

Chen Ping was heartbroken.

It was not that he was surprised by the bizarre method of Venerable Yuxiao's self-destruction, but the sword light in front of him.

By the time I heard the roar of swords and thunder, it was already a bit late.

The movement of the sword is faster than the sound.

He only saw a ripple appear in his eyes.

The black dragon sword in his hand was even faster than consciousness, and it was blocked by the chest in one stroke.

Half a minute faster than the sword move, a faint shadow appeared behind Chen Ping's head.

The golden shadow was six feet tall and had a majestic appearance. As soon as it appeared, a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl opened in its chest.

Then, the entire phantom turned into fluorescent light and exploded.

[Brahma and I are one]
Chen Ping almost sighed.

Ever since Tang Lin'er obtained this suspected supernatural power that was not of high grade, he couldn't remember how many times he used it to divert damage and reduce damage for his life.

Fortunately, the enemies who have seen this secret skill are basically dead.

It is not yet exposed.

Even if someone saw it from a distance, they could actually figure out what kind of secret it contained.

During the process of tracing Tang Lin'er's origins, Chen Ping knew that not even the veteran monks from the ten directions of the Faxiang Sect had learned this secret skill.

The nameless old monk who has been in seclusion all year round and has been cultivating in the deep cave in the back mountain seems not to have understood it either.

What Buddhism pays attention to is fate.

Enlightenment is enlightenment, if you don’t understand it, even if you practice for hundreds of years, you still won’t be able to learn it.

After Chen Ping obtained this secret skill, he always regarded it as a treasure.

He found that, in his hands, the method of [Vatican and self as one] can really shine.

Although there is a long cooling time, although there is only one turn from injury to substitute death, and there is only one strike to counterattack.

But with his own heavy defenses and tyrannical physique, he wouldn't be in danger of life and death one after another.

Especially within a few breathing times, he encountered unbearable injuries twice in succession.

Seeing that Chen Ping's body was unharmed, he was obviously pierced by Yu Xiaojian Yujian's blow, but it looked like a fake, still standing perfectly, but a ball of light and shadow exploded behind him.

In the blood mist blasted by Venerable Yuxiao, there seemed to be an extremely unwilling roar. Amidst the roar of white and golden flames, the mountaintop that Venerable Yuxiao stood on collapsed like fine sand.

There was only a deep pit with a width of hundreds of feet, and circles of black clouds rising into the sky.

This time, when Chen Ping made a move, he deliberately controlled the sun-moon ring, restrained the power of the sun and the moon, and concentrated his attack, because he was afraid that he would not be able to destroy Venerable Yuxiao with one blow.

As it turned out, he was still being too careful.

The opponent knew that he couldn't stop it, so he blew himself up.

What is the reason for this.

He had to strike with a sword before he died. It was so cruel and vicious.

Chen Ping sighed, looking at the half-cut Black Dragon Sword in his hand, feeling a little sad in his heart.

This sword was obtained from Master Sima Rou and Master Han Wushang.

Accompanying him to conquer the north and south, he killed many powerful enemies.

Today, I finally passed away.

After all, the Fanjian is a Fanjian, and compared to the spirit weapon, it is still much worse.

It was not destroyed by the head-on encounter before, but there were many gaps the size of rice grains on the blade. It was only because of the protection of Chen Ping's own Dragon Yuan and the crushing force that forced Venerable Yuxiao not to face it head-on.

But this time, Venerable Yuxiao made a dying blow, and Yujian attacked violently.

It is not only a competition of strength and strength, but also a confrontation of swords and swords.

Then, as expected, the Black Dragon Sword was shattered into three or four pieces like rotten wood, and several parts were struck by lightning from the opponent's sword, turning into molten metal and falling.

"It's no longer worth repairing, and it can't keep up with my pace."

Chen Ping glanced sadly at the hilt of the Black Dragon Sword, threw it to the ground reluctantly, turned around and reached out to take the Jade Sky Sword.

Feeling the power of this jade-colored spiritual sword struggling and leaping, he smiled slightly.

"Is it called Yuxiao Sword? Since you cut off my saber, then sell yourself to pay off the debt, and follow me for the rest of your life."

Talking to the sword is of course just a sense of ritual.

What really made Yu Xiaojian surrender was the tyrannical consciousness.

Divine consciousness invaded like water, destroying the mark left by Venerable Yuxiao...

After only three breaths, the sword has regained its brilliance and become a little closer.

It has become rough and refined.

In the future, as long as you practice more sacrifices, it won't take too long to be able to master it and have the same thoughts.

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(End of this chapter)