"ah!"

Meng Ping's eyes were red, and anger surged in his chest.

The eighth sister has an indifferent personality and does not strive for fame and wealth. She has always loved Lingzhi.

Tengshan Island lacks spiritual power, and several monks in the family who are at the ninth level of Qi training are unwilling to take up posts.

Finally, Meng Xiu volunteered and came to Tengshan Island, where he stayed for several years.

Unexpectedly, such a family hero who was as pale as a white lotus, peaceful and far-reaching would die at the hands of an outsider today!

Meng Ping was completely angry, his teeth clenched, he cut Chen Ping with fierce eyes, and roared: "You little beast, take your life!"

"Do all Meng people have such bad mouths?"

Chen Pingping was expressionless and replied coldly.

The world of cultivation has always been dominated by the weak and the strong, there is no doubt about this.

The Meng family and his Chen family have a hostile relationship. When people from the two families meet outside, they will fight to the death.

What's more, Chen Ping's father and mother both died tragically at the clutches of the Meng family, and the hatred between the two is as deep as the sea.

Therefore, even if the Meng and Yu tribes were slaughtered, Chen Ping would not frown and feel soft!

As for the Colorful Fan Hengtian Talisman which he used before it was warmed up as soon as he got it, Chen Ping had no regrets at all.

The trump card is just for use.

When many monks are fighting, they still hesitate to make a decision even though they have the upper hand, unwilling to waste their cards.

In the end, the enemy was allowed to touch the corpse and got a huge advantage.

This Meng Ping and Meng Xiu team up is even more powerful than the two brothers Yu Hui.

Now that one of them is eliminated in advance, his chance of winning has suddenly increased by several percent.

"Death!"

Meng Ping roared angrily, summoning two swords, one white and one purple. He stood on tiptoe under the pit and suddenly flew into the sky. With a sway of his body, he stabbed Chen Ping.

Chen Ping's eyes flashed, and he immediately offered up an exquisite jade hairpin.

Then, a milky white shield blocked in front of him.

The magic weapons used by monks are divided into six categories.

They are magical artifacts, spiritual artifacts, Taoist artifacts, psychic Dao artifacts, spiritual treasures and heavenly spiritual treasures.

Magic weapons snatched from others must spend a lot of time and energy to erase the mark of the original owner before they can be used again.

Magical weapons are the lowest level of magic weapons, and they only need to be tempered with spiritual power before they can be used.

The spiritual weapons, Taoist weapons, etc. above the magical weapons are often sacrificed with the power of the soul.

This hosta is Yu Man's treasure, named "Guquan Hairpin".

Chen Pingping just obtained it and hasn't done any more sacrifices yet, so he can only use its eight successes.

"boom!"

The white and purple swords slashed at the shield formed by the mushroom hairpin, causing circles of transparent energy to ripple, filled with thoughts of destruction.

"kill!"

Meng Ping's expression was ferocious, and he increased the infusion of mana.

Chen Ping sneered and continued to inject spiritual power along with him.

The two were in a stalemate for a moment. Meng Ping was only half a step away from Chen Ping, but for a while and a half, he had not made any progress at all.

"This kid only has the seventh level of Qi training, why is his magic power so strong!"

Meng Ping calmed down, and then a strong murderous intention emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Can't let him go!

Even if we die together, we must keep this child on Fujiyama Island!

Otherwise, when he builds the foundation, our Meng family will fall into endless darkness!

Meng Ping had put his life and death behind him at this time.

Family is his heaven, but it is also his root.

In order to solve the family's future serious problems, Meng Ping felt that he would risk his life even if he died without regrets!

"Ding!"

Seeing that the two swords and the hosta were equally matched, and it was difficult to tell the winner, Meng Ping took the initiative to withdraw his spiritual power, and with a slight flutter, he retreated to the eye of the lotus platform.

"Now Meng believes that it was you who killed the two fellow Taoists Yu Hui and Yu Huang on your own."

With his white beard flying, Meng Ping said with a livid face.

Chen Ping suddenly smiled at him and said, "Fellow Daoist Meng, there is no need to make insinuations."

"Lu told the truth. The only enemy you face is the next one. Kill me and you will live!"

Meng Ping was startled slightly, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

This kid was really cunning and cunning, and he immediately guessed the mystery behind his words.

"Okay, fellow Taoist is also a happy person!"

Meng Ping said gloomily: "Before I fight to the death with you, Meng still has a question. I hope you can answer it."

"oh?"

Chen Ping touched his chin and said noncommittally.

"Fellow Taoist's strength far exceeds the peak of ordinary Qi training. According to common sense, no force in this thousands of miles of sea can cultivate it."

"Meng wants to know where you are from and what grudges you have against our Meng family?"

Meng Ping asked coldly with a hint of doubt.

"Fellow Daoist Meng is a dying man, so there is really no point in asking these questions."

Chen Ping shook his head and lost interest in talking nonsense. He abruptly drew out his green-patterned sword and injected all his remaining mana into it.

The next moment, an extinct sword energy emerged out of thin air.

Then nine green lotuses as green as jade swayed slightly, isolated side by side, forming a separate field.

Meng Ping is very powerful and is the most difficult one among the four peak qi-training monks.

Chen Ping also gave him enough respect.

The next move is the strongest move he can currently perform!

The second form of Qinglian's Sixteen Sword Sword Techniques, the sword energy is like a lotus!

Compared with the appearance of Qinglian, the sword energy emitted by Jianqi Rulian is more powerful, and under this violent aura, there is also a trace of devouring intention.

"This is at least Xuanpin swordsmanship!"

As he spoke, Meng Ping's face was squeezed by the Qinglian sword energy and was extremely deformed.

As far as he knew, the entire Chixiao Sect only had one low-level Xuanpin technique, which could not be practiced by non-true disciples.

The more Meng Ping thought about it, the more his heart grew colder. He was lucky enough to learn a few tricks from the Chixiao Sect’s true qi training technique, but it was never so powerful!

Could it be that this person is a disciple of the Jindan Sect, but why did he sneak into the Tengshan Island mine?

"This is really weird!"

Facing a life-and-death crisis, Meng Ping, who had experienced hundreds of battles, came to his senses in just a few seconds, and a giant six-bone umbrella tilted out!

This is his most proud defensive magic weapon, the ultimate magic weapon "Umbrella".

Relying on this parachute, he once achieved a brilliant record of defeating many enemies and escaping unharmed.

"go!"

Meng Ping pushed forward with his left hand, and the bone umbrella, which was several times the size of an ordinary oil-paper umbrella, suddenly expanded to the size of a small mountain.

Chen Ping pointed towards the nine green lotuses, and in an instant, all the lotus leaves turned towards one side.

Then, nine green lotuses rose up from the sky, and behind each one, a faint shadow of a spiritual sword appeared, majestic and unparalleled in sword energy.

"Qinglian Sword Qi, kill!"

Chen Ping shouted violently, the power of the sword energy like lotus had reached its peak, and he could not control it for long.

The phantoms of the nine spiritual swords fell down at the same time, like divine thunder descending from Tianjiu, the formation shook the sky.

Although the power is not as powerful as the Color Fan Hengtian Technique, the effect on the scene far exceeds it.

"boom!"

The lotus is like a sword, and the sword is a lotus.

When the sword lotus comes, the umbrella in the wall bends a little, and its size also becomes smaller.

By the time the nine lotus swords were smashed down together, the umbrella that covered the sky and sun had been knocked back to its original state.

There were originally six silver bones, but only three remained to support the umbrella body.

Meng Ping, who was hiding under the umbrella, looked gloomy and panting heavily.

However, Chen Ping's condition is not much better.

After successive battles, not only was the power of the soul nearly exhausted, but even the mana was less than 30% of what it was in its heyday.

The defensive strength of this six-bone umbrella exceeded his expectations.

The sword energy that has reached the level of Dacheng is like a lotus, but it can't be completely destroyed.

However, this is mainly due to Chen Ping's cultivation that limits his swordsmanship.

If he were at the ninth level of Qi training, the six-bone umbrella would definitely be unable to compete and would break instantly.

Meng Ping quickly swallowed a pill and stared at Chen Ping, his murderous intention fluctuating more obviously.

The core magic weapon is damaged, and he doesn't care now.
Chapter completed!