"go!"

When Qi Ping uttered this word, the heavy, crazily trembling dark golden war spear suddenly rose from the ground, making a sharp roar.

"Boom boom boom..."

The war spear broke through the air, and the true essence burned like a flame, swimming on the talisman pen barrel. The closed "spear tips" actually supported a cone-shaped air shield.

The ferocious true energy exploded into ring-shaped air waves along the path of the weapon.

Every time it roars, the speed of the war spear increases.

The heaven-level magic weapon has spirit. At this moment, the Talisman Pen seemed to feel the burning anger in Qi Ping's heart. It was an emotion he had never felt before.

"not good!"

In mid-air, the elderly martial artist's face changed drastically. The moment the magic talisman pen rose into the air, his whole body was locked by a powerful energy.

The blatant murderous aura shocked him to the point of becoming timid.

In just this moment, he understood that Qi Ping had restored his level of cultivation in the Third Realm, even higher than what was reported in the intelligence.

He wanted to avoid it, but the magic pen was too fast. Just when he felt desperate, a thunder exploded next to him:

"careful!"

He is a Zen Buddhist monk.

I saw that the monk carrying a long stick appeared behind him at some point, using his own body as a weapon to knock him away from the locked state.

At the same time, the monk raised his hands high, and suddenly, a pale golden, illusory clock suddenly appeared and enveloped him.

"Amitabha!"

The secret of Zen Buddhism, the golden bell!

The moment the illusory golden bell appeared, it collided with the magic talisman pen.

"Zizzizi!!"

As soon as the two sides collided, the golden bell trembled violently. At the same time, the magic pen rotated wildly, and a series of dazzling sparks exploded from the tip of the pen.

The monk's face suddenly turned red, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was thrown backwards, looking horrified.

The killing power unleashed by the heaven-level magical weapon blessed by the second level of supernatural power is truly terrifying.

Fortunately, as a monk in the same realm and with the specialness of the Golden Bell Cover method, I finally managed to endure it.

"Don't hold back, he's recovered!"

The elderly martial artist escaped from the disaster, but as soon as he recovered from the shock, he retreated with both legs, stepped on the air and distanced himself, his face looked ugly.

The monk's heart also sank, this was beyond his expectation.

He knew that he really couldn't hold back, otherwise he would be afraid of capsizing the boat in the gutter. Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it backwards, and a long stick whizzed out.

When a stick comes out, heaven and earth move.

An illusory mountain appeared and suppressed Qi Ping.

Falling stick.

However, the monk's stick failed. Qi Ping stood up while using the magic pen, his legs were slightly bent, and the city wall collapsed under his feet. His whole body was like a cannonball, and he was heading towards the young monk.

He held it in his right hand, and the exhausted talisman pen suddenly fell into his hand, and his body erupted with a roar of gold and iron.

Ben Lei Jin.

This fighting method, learned from Mr. Er when he was weak at first, helped him go through battle after battle. Today, it was opened again. With the blessing of the second level of supernatural power, it continued to push him towards a higher realm.

Combat power doubled.

"Get lost!" Qi Ping's voice was as loud as thunder, he raised his war spear, and attacked the monk against him, using his spear instead of his sword and using the Yellow Sword Technique.

Senior brother, please let me use your unique skills to send you on your last journey.

The wind and rain are raging in all directions, and the sword is turning yellow.

Day and night are reversed.

The world is turned upside down.

The monk felt his soul tremble, and his vision blurred. When he regained his composure, he saw with horror that the dark golden war spear had broken through the defense of his staff and was pressed against his chest.

"clang!"

The illusory golden bell appeared for the second time. The monk was in pain and suddenly took a deep breath and roared.

A circle of white sound waves rolled out of his throat:

"Mou!"

Zen lion roar.

In an instant, the sky above the entire city was filled with this roar.

Qi Ping was the first to bear the brunt, and his soul fluctuated violently. However, in the blink of an eye, the word "Feng" flashed across Qi Ping's eyes.

The monk's roar stopped suddenly, and his "mouth" was sealed for a breath, but it was enough to interrupt the lion's roar.

The war spear was clattered, and the monk raised his long stick horizontally.

"boom!!"

A violent wave of air exploded with the two people in the center. The city wall made of huge stones suddenly showed the mark of a gun and stick, and the entire wall was sunk in. Smoke and dust were everywhere.

At this moment, the two of them had already exchanged blows for dozens of times.

The Zen monk groaned, and his whole body was smashed against the city wall. His body showed the character "big" and was embedded in the city wall.

The people in the distance were so shocked that some simply collapsed. It was hard to imagine what kind of gods and Buddhas could have such great power.

In the distance, the face of the martial artist who had just been forced to retreat changed drastically. He had just deliberately kept the distance away. In fact, he had hidden some small thoughts and wanted the Zen people to help.

After all, Qi Ping's record of defeating Qilin was truly outstanding. Although he knew that when he won the competition, Qi Ping used some method with great consequences, which was not the norm.

But... who knows, can he use it again?

But at this time, seeing that the Zen monk was defeated, he knew he had to take action. There was a fierce look in his eyes, and under his robe, blood filled the air, covering half of his body.

A bloody knife suddenly appeared in front of him. The elderly martial artist bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. His whole body instantly became sluggish.

That little knife shone brightly, as if it had a spirit.

"kill!"

As soon as the martial artist thought, the bloody sword suddenly turned into a stream of light, and silently slashed towards Qi Ping.

Sneak attack!

Don't worry, people in the world of martial arts, fighting life and death, never pay attention to what is fair and aboveboard.

In his opinion, when Qi Ping repelled the monks, it was the time when "the old strength has been exhausted and the new strength has not yet been born."

It's an excellent opportunity for a sneak attack.

Qi Ping, who was standing in the air, seemed to be unaware of the attack from behind.

"It's done." Just when the martial artist was secretly happy, suddenly, the bloody knife suddenly slowed down after entering within a foot of Qi Ping's body.

Like a mud cow entering the sea.

The breeze blows slowly, the light around me begins to reverse, and time slowly flows backwards.

Qi Ping turned around and looked at the bloody knife that was slowly slashing towards him, with a mocking look in his eyes.

It was as if he saw the former Protector Zuo.

"So, this is all you Immortal Lin's magical powers are limited to." Qi Ping thought, and pointed out, the blood knife was suddenly "restored", stripped of its power, and turned into ordinary iron.

Qi Ping grabbed it with his left hand, and immediately removed his "magical power". The blood knife glowed again, and he threw it away with his backhand.

The sword light flashed away.

The martial artist standing in the distance looked at his chest in shock. There was a big hole there.

"How could you..."

His face looked horrified, but in the next second, Qi Ping appeared in front of him, the war spear penetrated his air sea, and with a twist of his wrist, his body was torn apart.

Qi Ping grabbed the frightened Shenhun with his hand and said softly: "Pseudo-supernatural powers... do they deserve to be called supernatural powers?"

The next second, the weak soul of this immortal Lin with pseudo-supernatural powers disappeared into thin air.

One kill.

…

In the city, at this time, the magistrate of Lengjiang, Zhao Wen and Zhao Wu, including the secret spies with the prince, also rode over and saw this scene from a distance.

"Supernatural power...is this...dead?"

The Zhao brothers were lost in thought. As Jianghu people, they knew a lot about spiritual practice and knew the Three Realms. In Jianghu, they could already be the founders of the sect, and they could rule the roost in any state.

Not only is the body different from that of a mortal, it can recover on its own from injuries, but what's even more terrible is that even if the body is damaged, the soul can still survive.
To be continued...