Chen Ping's Sword

Chen Ping’s sword shattered half of the golden pillar, smashed Murong Wudi’s arms, the power surged, and the momentum soared even higher.

His figure closely pursued forward, a sword fell straight down.

"Save him."

Amid the Beizhou cavalry array, a fierce shout, and three cavalry generals spurred their wolves forward, swift as the wind.

Simultaneously attacked with knife, spear, and axe.

Even quicker than these three generals were three red rays appearing on the horizon.

In a flash, they arrived in front of Chen Ping.

The three red rays were so fast they were almost imperceptible; the first arrow had just reached Chen Ping’s chest when the second arrow collided with the tail of the first one, accelerating it sharply and altering its trajectory towards Chen Ping’s throat.

Before the arrow hit its target, the third arrow suddenly accelerated again, once more striking the tail of the first arrow, changing its path so that its target became Chen Ping’s right eye.

These three arrows in succession, each faster and heavier than the last...

The power of the last two arrows was exhausted and fell, all the killing intent converged on the first arrow.

This arrow changed direction repeatedly, heavy yet floating, strange and unpredictable.

Before Chen Ping’s sword had fallen, the arrow had already reached the front of his eye, causing him to secretly admire.

’The mastery of Sunset Divine Arrow to this extent is already nearing the Dao.’

’Unfortunately, their hero is my enemy, and I cannot let you live.’

He reached out with his left hand, unknowingly had already raised it beside his face, fingers spread to catch the arrow, which had reached the extreme speed, now landing in his palm.

The arrowhead and tail twisted and vibrated simultaneously, yet it was firmly caught, unable to move an inch.

His right hand sword form unchanged, Qi Force pressed down like a mountain, no matter what changes Murong Wudi made, changing positions multiple times, his sword form adapted ahead, golden light slashing down.

Crash...

Murong Wudi’s expression showed a hint of astonishment, seemingly unable to believe that he, undefeated in his lifetime, would die so easily here, on the road leading his army to attack Jiangnan.

The sword sliced down, sword light from the top of the head to the brow, then across the chest and abdomen, splitting him evenly in half, golden blood splattered all over, while Chen Ping didn’t spare him another glance, his right hand raised the long sword, wielding it like the wind, lifting and sweeping sideways...

The knife, spear, and axe charging were simultaneously knocked out of their hands upon contact with the golden light.

The three generals screamed in pain, hurriedly grasping the reins, urging their wolves to turn and flee frantically.

Not only did they fail to save anyone, but they couldn’t withstand even a single move; most ridiculously, they saw Chen Ping hovering in mid-air, with violent winds swirling around him, his white robe spotless.

Left arm bent as a bow, fingers as the string, tendons vibrating like a great bow ringing.

In a backward motion, the arrow turned into a golden-red stream of light, shooting back.

The arrow, breaking through the wind, whistled, stirring white and black streaks, its speed doubled compared to before.

Boom...

The arrow had already crossed a distance of dozens of feet, only now came the thunderous sound to the ears.

Far away, Murong Xue, with long bow raised high, hadn’t yet retrieved it, and the string snapped in her hand, a massive bloody hole formed between her chest and abdomen.

Inside the bloody hole, half was burning, the other half frozen, the extremely fierce vibrating force gradually tearing apart the flesh, severing tendons, cutting off vitality.

"What a move, Sunset Divine Shooter, arrow falls silently, soul-crushing deadly, my defeat is not unjust."

She widened her eyes, seemingly in awe, seemingly regretting, stood upright, slowly overturned and fell from the city tower, silent ever after.

"Back in the day, during the battle at Soul-Breaking Valley, Fairy Fubo was ambushed and wounded by Murong Xue with the Sunset Divine Shooter, her recovery dragged on for a long time, her combat power greatly reduced, unable to escape Brocade Guard’s pursuit, leading to subsequent events. I guess this counts as avenging Fairy Fubo’s arrow."

Recalling the perilous scene upon their first arrival, Chen Ping couldn’t help but sigh.

Had Fairy Fubo not been heavily injured, choosing a place to hide and recover... with her protection, perhaps he wouldn’t have ended up on Qilin Street, being bullied by the low-level gang members.

Everything started from here.

Murong Xue’s defeat marked the closing of a phase.

In the sea of consciousness, +235 Tribulation Points, 133 Fortune points, flashed by.

Looking at the Spring and Autumn Silkworm’s attribute panel, it already accumulated 603 Tribulation Points and 323 Fortune points again, Chen Ping felt a slight sense of satisfaction.

Indeed, on the battlefield, where danger and war are the fiercest and most intense places of entanglement and deadly calamity.

Previously, slaying Wind and Cloud Pavilion Five Elements Assassins and Tuoba Brothers, destroying twenty thousand Rushing Wolf Cavalry, had already earned 248 Tribulation Points and 120 Fortune points, and now with this wave of annihilating Murong Wudi and Murong Xue, Tribulation Points had reached as much as 603.

To break through to the Fourth Level of True Gang Glazed Body, opening 108 Star Acupoints, letting Martial Intent transform again, into a hundred zhang wide Illusion Domain around him, requires consuming 1024 Tribulation Points.

Originally thought that upgrading again might take a long time to accumulate Tribulation Points.

Now it seems, with this path of slaughter, breaking arrays and vanquishing generals, as enemies grow more numerous and stronger, he could quickly accumulate the necessary resources.

Perhaps, after this battle, he could achieve Great Success in Glazed True Body, narrowing the gap with people on Celestial List, even if encountering Divine Master Duran, he could strongly suppress him.

As long as in this ten thousand Beizhou Rushing Wolf Cavalry division heading south, there isn’t another peerless expert able to block him, there are countless ways to kill Yuwen Zao directly, breaking this hundred thousand military array.

No, now only eighty thousand riders remain.

Chen Ping calculated silently, behind him the white horse with blood flame surging, had already arrived swiftly as the wind.

He landed on the horse, hung the sword at his side, lifted the Heaven-Piercing Halberd again, with the halberd’s edge raised obliquely, roared skyward, "Kill..."

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