Chen Ping's Sword

Even though Ji Changshou was dissatisfied, in the face of Beizhou’s southern invasion, he could only begrudgingly appease the Southern Region, and join forces with True Martial King Ji Changfeng to resist external enemies first.

This was a highly plausible event.

It’s also one of Feng Yuantu’s schemes.

Calculating back and forth, there shouldn’t be any unexpected events.

As for the Ji Family Ancestor guarding the Sea Suppressing Divine Needle in the north Great Li Royal Court, precautions had to be taken against the old guy possibly acting out in a moment of folly, directly eliminating True Martial King Ji Changfeng.

Therefore, Feng Yuantu had long laid plans, doing everything to bring Shenxiao Sword Sect onto his side.

If the Ji Family Ancestor adheres to the ironclad rule, not interfering with the Human Dynasty struggle, not personally involved in life and death battles, naturally no one would pay attention.

But if he rolls up his sleeves and personally takes action.

Venerable Yuxiao could also leave his nest and have a heartfelt conversation with Ji Tang over tea.

"All preparations have been made, just waiting for the east wind; the siege to last three days, and all operatives to spread the news that Chen Ping was severely injured during his expedition and is on the brink of death."

Feng Yuantu stopped fanning, heavily tapped his left palm, and coldly ordered.

In his heart, he thought: "Soon, soon, Ji Changshou, that day is coming, the day to seize your empire, cut off your head, and avenge the blood feud of the entire Feng Family, is not far away."

Unifying the Southern Region is not the ultimate goal, nor is it worth getting excited over; he wants to make Ji Changshou pay the price and overturn this Great Li Dynasty forcibly.

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Chen Ping consecutively struck thirteen swords, using Sword Intent to demonstrate Primordial Creation.

Separating Yin and Yang, fixing the two halves, gathering the three talents, pacifying the realm...

Each sword stroke cut through, the sword marks crisscrossed, cutting through the entire space, turning it into a turbulent whirlpool, with the qi particles scattering into a void.

It must be said, the counterpart clone was equally sturdy and unbreakable, possessing the tough True Gang Glazed Body, and the sword technique contained a profound simplicity, with the lifting of a hand carrying a vast force of four to five hundred thousand pounds, striking till the heavens fragmented.

The most formidable aspect was, he wasn’t afraid of injury, fully employing offensive tactics without much defense.

Periodically, trails of green glow arose from his body.

He had just been cut and bleeding, and the blood flew back, the wound closed, becoming rejuvenated.

If Chen Ping himself didn’t fully understand his own arduous techniques, without hesitation employing Primordial Sword Intent, sword performing the Mental Realm of recreating Heaven and Earth, a wave knocking the clone heavily injured, then seizing the moment of opponent’s recovery, attacking forcefully notwithstanding damages, and beheading the opponent, perhaps, this battle would have persisted indefinitely.

It could have easily become a true endurance battle.

"Good fellow, I truly am a good fellow. Turns out I’ve become this formidable?"

Looking at the clone before him dissipating into light.

Chen Ping halted his movement, activating Cyan Wood Longevity Skill to crazily restore vitality and heal sixty-three sword mark injuries on his body, with a sigh in his heart.

Even if he were a mere Whiteboard, without any formidable moves, simply relying on his strong physique and infinite recovery ability, he could make the vast majority of same rank experts despair.

This same rank refers to Unity Realm, whether in Fourth Realm or the Fifth Realm, it is the same.

"The next level challenge, unsurprisingly, the Heaven-Reaching Tower has learned my Primordial Sword Intent. Although this sword technique doesn’t seem impressive, when coupled with my divine power and recovery ability, it is top-tier among top-tier sword techniques; if one aims for a quick victory, one must employ strategy, head-on collision won’t work."

Quietly estimating in his mind for a while, Chen Ping ascended the stone steps to the second level, with a plan in mind.

Indeed, just as he set foot on the second level, his front filled with flickering light and shadows, two of his cloned selves appeared, each wielding Black Dragon Sword, with Sword Momentum like mountains and seas, exceedingly powerful.

Even before unleashing their swords, one could feel the space already divided, ready to redefine Yin and Yang, and recreate Chaos.

This state was so authentic that Chen Ping merely felt that if there weren’t no retreat path here, he almost would consider retreating, unwilling to fight his cloned self to death.

It remains unknown which great power designed such a devious challenge model.

Chen Ping would rather solo a dragon than challenge multiple clones of himself.

On this occasion, he foresaw the danger early, and without waiting for the opponents’ attack, knowing the clones may just as likely sweep him away in one wave.

Therefore, at this moment, he had to employ unexpected tactics.

Chen Ping’s figure flickered and vanished in the wind, sword light transforming into a crescent cold moon, indescribably swift.

As the sword glowed its brightest, the two clones started to perform Sword Intent on Yin and Yang; Chen Ping seemed to lose his eyes’ focus, no longer seeing the space or the two "enemies," but countless strings, perceiving two massive nodes.

Bang-bang...

At the speed of lightning.

Those two nodes shattered in response.

The two clones, having just initiated a tidal wave-like Sword Momentum, paused slightly, their bodies silently flowed down like fine sand before turning into dots of starlight scattered away.

"Knowing others is intelligence, knowing self is enlightenment; I surely know my weaknesses and how to attack, how to deceive. Then using the weakness attack of Celestial Heart Bright Moon Sword, calculating with intent against the unintentional, what reason would there be for not winning?"

This time, facing the two clones, Chen Ping spoke not a single word.

Just one encounter, three swords on each side were raised, one move determined life and death.

In the blink of an eye, victory and defeat were decided.