Chen Ping's Sword

Because she simply has no time to recover and accumulate.

From the very beginning, it has been a continuous output.

The Unity Realm blends with Heaven and Earth, endlessly regenerating, but that’s just a metaphor.

Usually, she can manage a balance, converting Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi into True Qi at almost the same rate it is consumed.

Right now, that’s not feasible.

Her recovery speed might be one, but her output consumption is three.

Unless she has some time to sit quietly and absorb Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi to fill her True Qi, she can’t hold on.

But clearly, the enemy behind her won’t give her that time.

So, this is a desperate situation.

Moreover.

She can still feel that inside her body, her internal organs are gradually giving out, as if turning completely into ice.

"Here, right here, even in death, I will go out with a bang."

"I originally wanted to cultivate the Celestial Heart Bright Moon Sword to a high level and astonish Seventh Brother greatly, but I don’t have the chance now."

Ji Mingyue turned around, looking at Elder Xuan Bing, whose figure whipped up a fierce wind, snapping trees, and cold air filled the sky, transforming into a viciously charging Ice Flood Dragon. She clenched the sword hilt heavily, a realization crossing her brow.

In front of her, everything was emptiness, only black and white.

In the distance, she seemed to hear the thunderous sound of galloping hooves.

Ji Mingyue didn’t turn back.

Concentrating her heart and spirit, she transformed her body into the moon, her heart into the moon, slightly lifting the sword momentum, crazily compressing every inch of True Qi within her body, gathering the Primordial Qi between Heaven and Earth, as if a sigh echoed faintly.

A tens of feet long Ice Flood Dragon howled and swept in.

Compared to Ji Mingyue’s sword light, it seemed utterly insignificant.

Swept away by the long Xuan Bing cold Qi, the dragon head roared and twisted, darting to evade the sharpness of the sword momentum, trying to swallow it whole.

Elder Xuan Bing’s True Qi transformed through Spirit Communication and Transformation, his palm techniques mysterious, honed over countless years.

At this moment, exerting full strength, the Profound Ice Palm Technique wielded tidal wave-like power.

Just one collision, and the small hill beneath had already turned to ice dust, collapsing with a roar, countless ice crystal fragments splattering in all directions, spreading like ocean waves.

"Ang..."

Seeing Ji Mingyue and her sword about to be smashed into ice powder.

Elder Xuan Bing suddenly heard a dragon’s roar in his ear.

As if it resonated within his heart.

Upon hearing the sound, he felt his True Qi within his meridians and acupoints violently boiling and rampaging.

His head also felt slightly dizzy.

The most inexplicable was that the palm imprint transformed into the Ice Flood Dragon illusion, its Spirit Communication Transformation intent momentarily stalled, halted in mid-air, unable to attack.

No, it wasn’t the sound’s influence, but rather a dragon, a sword.

From afar at the foot of the mountain, a streak of flowing light, its essence profound black, its glow shining gold, sped rapidly like thunder and lightning.

The sword light grew brighter and larger, as it neared the small hill, it gathered Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, transforming into a fifty-foot-long, gold-scaled dragon with distinct scales and armor.

The sword had not yet struck, but the momentum pressed down first, solidifying the very air.

This dragon-shaped sword shadow was so grand and majestic, it struck terror in the heart.

Compared to it, his own palm-driven Ice Flood Dragon seemed like a mere worm before this sword light dragon.

There was a qualitative difference.

"How is it possible, for someone to guide such massive Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi with their spirit? Clearly, they haven’t reached the level of True Intent Divinity Transformation, just Spirit Communication Level, impossible, absolutely impossible."

Seeing the sword dragon in his eyes, Elder Xuan Bing found it hard to believe but had no choice but to accept it.

A panicked shout came from behind, "Retreat quickly."

He knew his old partner Elder Mingyu had arrived, yet, that old fellow could have come forward to fight alongside him, but showed no intention of stepping forward, instead retreating farther with every shout.

Having noticed something amiss, he decided to flee immediately?

Elder Xuan Bing almost spat out blood.

He knew retreat was not an option now.

Not only could he not retreat, but he also had to advance.

Only by capturing the Little Commandery Princess could there be a glimmer of vitality.

An expert makes it clear with one move.

Though his opponent remained far below the mountain, merely shooting over a profound black long sword, the sword light alone made it obvious.

Even though they might share the same realm level, the opponent’s combat power far exceeded his, by a large margin.

Elder Xuan Bing’s eyes gleamed malignantly, he roared fiercely, waving both palms, and the Ice Flood Dragon’s cold light intensified, its form enlarging substantially, baring claws and fangs, drawing a sinister arc, reaching to grasp Ji Mingyue.

"Pa..."

As the Ice Flood Dragon shifted in its form, the Cloud-Dispelling Qi Manipulation-driven Golden Dragon also moved accordingly, its dragon’s head rising to the sky, body coiling and dancing, tail swiping, lashing harshly past Ji Mingyue.

Like a whip crack exploding in the air, like a thousand cannons going off at once.

It landed squarely on the Ice Flood Dragon’s head.

Primordial Qi dispersed, True Qi rebounded.

A vast and mighty force shattered the Ice Flood Dragon’s Palm Force, while a wave-like ripple struck Elder Xuan Bing’s chest in surges.

Crack...

A series of explosive sounds followed.

Elder Xuan Bing screamed in pain, his body propelled like a small stone, flying out over a hundred feet back.

Heavily crashing into a hillside, causing the hill to topple, rocks tumbling and scattering.

"Seventh Brother"

Ji Mingyue’s joy was immense, her nose ached, and tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.

She even ignored the might of Chen Ping’s recent sword, overlooking the miracle of him achieving Body and Sword Unity, striding tens of feet, walking on air.