Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 295: Chapter 156: Breaking the Hao-Ran Sword, Acquiring the Exorcism Book (3)

In a moment of sudden fright, the golden light on the sword rolled back, breaking apart the thunder striking down from the sky, advancing and retreating rapidly, it had already retreated to a distance.

A flicker before his eyes...

Clearly the figure in the green robe opposite was still far away, yet inexplicably, there was a persistent feeling that the sharpness of the sword, like cutting gold and breaking jade, remained at the center of his brow, impossible to evade.

’It’s an afterimage illusion...’

Pei Ziwen realized, standing there, Chen Ping still wore a smile, his eyes mocking.

And around him, there were layers of illusions, each wielding a sword, each strike deadly.

He couldn’t tell which sword was real and which was false.

Panic-stricken, he roared: "Sixth Uncle."

Just two moves exchanged, from mental attacks to changes in sword technique, Pei Ziwen already felt powerless.

Since coming into the world, he had never seen an opponent fight in such a manner, all attack, with not a hint of defense.

Yet, on that sword light, he still felt an intense sharpness and endless divine power, clearly streaking through the air without a trace, yet giving a feeling as if it could shatter the sky and split the earth with sheer force.

This sword could not be faced.

Pei Ziwen knew in his heart.

Information from all sides confirmed that the Primordial Swordsmanship was invincible in direct combat, especially the Primordial Swordsmanship in Chen Ping’s hands, a mere graze would wound, a touch would kill.

The previous Brocade Guard, Liang Qi, had demonstrated this well.

All who didn’t believe it met their end.

He had only parried a few moves, borrowing force from the sword edge to advance and retreat, to find his arm was already numb, his spirit exhausted.

His opponent’s sword seemed straightforward, no changing strokes at all.

Yet it was fast and steady, both heavy and urgent; without change meant no flaws.

Even the mighty vast righteous qi perfect sword intent was torn apart by that strange sword intent, transforming into drifting layers.

With slashing, heavy pressure, shadowless, threefold martial intents exerting simultaneously, his own sword intent rushed up, not only lacking a sense of lofty righteousness, but instead feeling oppressed everywhere.

Like a scholar meeting a soldier, words couldn’t defend him.

He could only suffer blows.

Pei Fangsheng, a Pei Family Elder, having seen treacherous waves and storms, certainly couldn’t have poor judgment.

Just a glance and he understood, under great reputation, there is no falsehood.

The opponent could stand firm on merely the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, thwart the Beizhou Barbarians’ plot, utterly annihilate, and sweep one of the Thirteen Noble Families, the elite troops of the Cui Family, making forces everywhere dare not intervene. Calmly acquiring the Azure Dragon Seal, controlling Xingqing Prefecture... each and every thing was no accident or fate, but true capability.

When one’s strength is powerful to a certain level,

all calculations, all schemes, crumble.

’Fortunately, within the clan, actions always account for defeat before victory, with an extra hand prepared.’

He straightened his back, no longer holding the frailty of having fallen, his beard and hair bristled as the book in his hand trembled lightly, and hundreds of pages "whooshed" into a frenzied dance in the air.

"Exorcism!"

The pages transformed into a dragon, spinning rapidly around Chen Ping and Pei Ziwen, faintly echoing several stern shouts in the air.

"Stubborn and ignorant!"

"Rotten wood cannot be carved."

"Mud can’t hold up the wall..."

Several stern shouts came from the pages, deafening.

Pei Ziwen’s sword light burst forth, vast righteous qi surged wildly, buzzing sword qi roaring a counterattack.

Meanwhile, the wind and thunder ceased on Chen Ping’s sword, the golden light on his body retracted, the raging qi and blood essence within him firmly suppressed, unable to be used again.

Even the blood light primordial qi force attached to the sword suddenly dissipated.

The Seven Stars Step, creating numerous illusions, shattered in an instant, all at once.

"Spiritual qi, true qi, blood essence gang force all gone... Heaven-human sensing severed, martial intent eroded, how will you fight me now?"

Pei Ziwen laughed heartily, the sword light blazed brighter.

Transformed into brocade mountains and rivers, crashing down.

"There is righteous qi in heaven and earth, manifesting in various forms..."

"No, despicable..."

Han Wushang and Sima Rou could no longer maintain their composed demeanor, their faces drastically changing.

They were from the Primordial Sect, perhaps hadn’t explored the trump cards of every sect and noble family across the land.

But, they had heard a bit that every major power had their treasure that anchors their strength.

Though kept secret, being prosperous for countless years certainly wasn’t easy.

What the Pei Family’s trump card was,

they didn’t know, but the tip of the iceberg visible now, everyone understood.

The scroll Pei Fangshu held all along was actually a powerful Confucian treasure.

Capable of isolating spiritual qi and martial intent in a small area, creating its own rules.

Only vast righteous qi could exert cultivation and power within the cover range of the pages.

While within this range, his opponent had no supernature at all, losing all true qi, divine will, blood essence, golden body, rendered all useless, turned into an ordinary person on the spot.

All he could rely on was his physical body stripped of all extraordinariness, all other divine and strange barely existed.

Even the Seven Stars Step, capable of resonating with stars and creating illusions, lost its powers.

How could they possibly fight?

Before Han Wushang and the others could rush in.

Chen Ping had already counterattacked, seeing the towering golden sword light crashing like mountains and rivers, not alarmed but rejoiced.

"Now this is getting interesting."

He laughed heartily, a series of cracking noises erupted from his bones, his tendons thundered like tens of thousands of longbows vibrating, his stature suddenly grew half a foot taller.

His arms thick as thighs, the green robe burst apart like butterflies...

As his body swelled, Chen Ping’s face filled with joy, he suddenly raised his head, slashing upward with his sword.

The black sword screeched shrilly.

Where the sword tip pointed, the air collapsed and shattered into long white streaks.

Pei Ziwen’s golden sword light was like a flower in water, a moon in the mirror, shattered into light and shadow upon contact with the black line and white streak.

This sword was at the peak of speed and weight.

One could see Chen Ping’s muscles flowing like water, the sword stance reversed, creating a vacuum before him.

No sword intent, no gang qi, even no sensing the vitality transformations.

Yet, the power of this sword was beyond description.

Snap...

Pei Ziwen’s long laugh stuck in his throat, as the sword light broke apart, the gem-like long sword in his hand, snapped into seven or eight small pieces like a rotten straw.

The Black Dragon Sword’s momentum didn’t stop, howling as it reversed...

Before Pei Ziwen could retreat madly, the sword blade storm had already swept over.

Pei Ziwen’s elegant and handsome face, along with his slender and upright upper body, rippled like water, exploding into a mist of blood and dust.

Blown by the wind, disappearing without a trace.

Only two long legs remained, falling to the ground with a thud, stirring wisps of dust.

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Pei Fangshu’s eyes bulged wide open.

Utterly unable to believe what he had seen.

The Pei Family’s Qilin Child, the court’s Third Place Scholar, was just gone like that.

Wasn’t it said under the Exorcism Book, all arts would retreat?

Wasn’t it said, with Vast Righteous Qi, I’m invincible?

However, clearly his true qi and martial intent were locked, along with gang qi and blood essence, how could his sword still have such power?

"This book is not bad, I’ll take it."

Chen Ping, after annihilating Pei Ziwen with one sword, eyes cold as frost, reached out a large hand, roaring winds sweeping down fiercely.

Once trapped in immense doubt and sorrow, Pei Fangshu sensed danger and tried to withdraw.

Yet, found the surrounding air compressed into a gel.

His body heavy, ground caving in.

Amidst the roaring sound, a large hand descended, hitting him head-on, turning him into a puddle of meat paste.

That scroll, the "Exorcism Book", spun swiftly, the hundreds of pages gathered, falling into Chen Ping’s hand.

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