Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 331: Chapter 168: Battle with the Grandmaster, Integrating Three Yang Meridians

Chen Ping finally understood what the battle style of the Grandmaster Unity Realm truly was.

It was.

Momentum!

With a thought, the heavens and earth tremble.

This is not some illusory mental attack, but a genuine vitality assault that can inflict harm.

After Jiang Wuji locked his qi mechanism onto himself, murderous intent stirred up a tidal wave of vitality, transforming into a binding net. With one sword strike, it became a monstrous wave, giving a feeling of inescapability.

Before even receiving the blow, it was as though he was in the whirlpool of a deep sea, so uncomfortable it made him want to cough up blood.

"Though I have yet to break through to the Unity Realm, in the Innate Martial Intent Realm, I consider my martial intent to be harmonious, my physique strong and unyielding, and my power immense.

I also have the newly acquired [Brahma and I are One] sublime Substitution Injury Technique. Even against a grandmaster, it’s not impossible to put up a fight."

Despite having his momentum suppressed, forcing Chen Ping into evasion, he showed no sign of frustration; instead, his qi mechanism surged.

With a sword in hand, he raised it to his brow level, merging myriad sword techniques into one. Before his eyes, yin and yang spun, two elements differentiated. His stance was stable, neither tilted nor swayed. The ground seemed to support him with boundless might, thunderously slashing out a sword.

The sword light flickered between brightness and dimness, the wind howled angrily around him. With just one strike, as if thousands of swords simultaneously slashed out, the space three feet in front was sealed tightly, without a trace of wind, rain or vitality passing through.

"Good sword technique."

Jiang Wuji snorted coldly.

His momentum intensified by three measures.

The sword momentum rushed anxiously, without changing moves, splendidly slashing down.

Blade met blade.

Ripples surged...

The ground sank in the surrounding area; trees collapsed and broke.

Chen Ping’s face flushed red, arm violently trembling, his steel-like muscles and bones creaked simultaneously.

His Gang Qi shattered within, internal organs shaking all around, involuntarily causing him to open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

His figure couldn’t stand firm any longer, pushed back by an unmatched force, mud splattered from his feet, as if struck by a high-explosive bomb...

"The strength is unexpectedly inferior. Right, he borrows the power of heaven and earth, attacking with the force of heaven, not solely relying on physical and true essence attacks. This is likely the advantage held by the Unity of Heaven and Man in the Unity Realm."

Chen Ping’s figure was slashed back by the sword, simultaneously borrowing and unloading force, a flash of realization occurred in his heart.

His Primordial Vajra Body had long achieved perfection, hard to destroy, yet at this moment was also shaken by the wild slash of the opponent, causing numerous cracks in his skeletal structure. He realized that Jiang Wuji’s full-strength attack likely reached seventy to eighty thousand pounds of force, far exceeding his strength from mere physique reliance.

Facing him head-on was definitely futile.

Feeling the continuous pressure of the heavenly force locking onto him tightly, the opponent’s body technique swift, moving like a shadow closely behind.

Chen Ping finally understood why, in the future seen through Trace Origin and Steal Fortune, Tang Lin’er chose to keep fleeing, not daring to turn to fight.

This kind of fighting style of the opponent is indeed somewhat excessively unfair.

Pure momentum squash, without resolution.

Mental thoughts surged, as Jiang Wuji’s sword momentum accelerated, one flat sword slash approached, producing boundless giant force from every direction to crush down.

He sighed softly, suddenly a figure appeared behind him, tall and clear, with refined features, unrivaled in elegance.

The figure’s eyes were detached, seemingly seeing through the world, unconcerned with life and death.

As the figure appeared, the injuries Chen Ping sustained instantly vanished, restored his spirit and vitality, suddenly he roared sharply, rotating his sword momentum, spinning to slash horizontally...

[Pacifying the Realm]

At the same time, the figure’s light flashed brilliantly, shattered into countless points of light, with another great force reinforcing the sword light.

In front of the Black Dragon Sword’s edge, the air was struck into void, turning into faint black marks, with thunder and lightning rumbling and surging.

Both sword edges coincidentally collided.

This time, however, Jiang Wuji’s Cyan Qilin Sword suddenly bounced open, under the reverse gale, his figure as if struck by the tide against a giant reef, was knocked back several yards.

Seeing Chen Ping’s momentum growing, the black sword light suddenly turned shadowless, a sword stabbed down, his figure darted in all directions, in a breath he unleashed eighty-one sword strikes.

His body didn’t cease retreating, his right hand seemingly transformed into eight arms, with sword shadows layered, covering all directions.

"Clang clang clang clang..."

The sword edge clashed like rapid rain.

Jiang Wuji took on the eighty-one sword strikes, surprisingly found the opponent’s sword intent sharp and swift, indescribably fast.

With his nearly century-long cultivated sword skill, barely able to defend.

’This individual must not be left alive; if grown in the future, what disaster would that be?’

Murderous intent intensified in his heart, but his voice grew more serene.

"No wonder Tang Lin’er perished at your hands. At the innate level, with your power and sword technique, you are considered invincible. However, you’ll never comprehend, reaching the Unity Realm, what kind of power there really is."

Currently, both sides were engaged in close-quarter combat, too hurried to gather strength or build momentum, initiating sword attacks, using nimble sword techniques aiming directly at vital areas, no room for unleashing large moves.

However, the Unity Realm, hailed as "Extreme Intent Divinity Transformation," the nature of true qi had thoroughly transformed, in terms of true qi quantity, while not necessarily increased severalfold, but on the qualitative level, it had transcendent changes.

Every thread, every wisp of his true qi carried his own mental imprint, as if truly coming to life.

Despite Chen Ping attacking fiercely, with a strong, solid physique unafraid of injury, each sword clash, after being infested by true qi, his body had already changed.

In the brief exchange of three breaths, over dozens of moves, Chen Ping felt his limbs and internal organs, along with the blood flow, slightly stiff and numb, movements no longer as smooth, the transitions between moves gradually slowed.