Chapter 142: Chapter 110: Jianghu Storms and Schemes, All Are Calculated Moves (Part 3)

Chen Ping didn’t get much advantage either.

He was sent flying again, spewing a mouthful of fresh red blood.

This time, however, he wasn’t the least bit discouraged; instead, he burst into laughter...

He felt a clarity in the world before him, and even if the mist was deep and the forest dense, obscuring his view, he felt that nothing could cloud his heart anymore.

Even if his five organs were attacked by innate True Qi and his body was severely injured, he could still fight hundreds of rounds.

His spirit was infinitely elevated, and he felt as if his fighting intent was blazing...

’So, the legend of breaking through oneself in the midst of life and death is true.’

In his past life, Chen Ping was accustomed to acting after careful planning, even when facing various crises, always leaving himself a way out.

Without a way out, he couldn’t survive.

Otherwise, he’d end up in life-threatening scenarios, targeted by countless guns, or fall into explosive... traps with no chance of enlightenment.

Or, he’d act swiftly, killing the opponent instantly without having to ponder about matters of the mind or enlightenment into the mysteries of Heaven and Earth.

Even in the boxing ring, it was just bloodthirsty combat.

No need for convoluted plans.

However, in this world, after the fighting starts, it’s a clash of will and mind, Qi and blood, and inner Qi. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

There are even inexplicable influences of environment, emotions, and Qi mechanism.

Only by uniting body and soul can you unleash your maximum strength.

The feeling of dancing on the brink of life and death made Chen Ping realize.

Some skills are one thing to learn.

Using them is another.

Just like now, facing an opponent at the Innate Level and the true essence of Martial Dao.

With his cultivation, there was no vitality at all.

However, with his mental breakthrough, he comprehended the profound sword principles of the "Celestial Heart Bright Moon Sword," and combined with his Swift Sword Unrivaled, his Divine Power came naturally.

Yet, in two consecutive moves, they were tied.

Even though his body was severely injured, his combat power greatly weakened.

But after all, engaging head-on, surpassing three moves isn’t.

The opponent didn’t gain much advantage either.

At most, slightly less injured than himself...

This already made Chen Ping quite satisfied.

Compared to when he faced the Lifeless Sword Slave Sword Elder, his combat strength had at least doubled.

This was truly something worth celebrating.

"I want to kill you."

Watching Chen Ping, although blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes shone like stars in the sky, a surge of fighting intent transformed into Essence Qi, soaring to the heavens.

Black Soul’s gaze turned increasingly frenzied.

The banner in his hand spun, enveloping him, and his intact right arm emitted rolling black smoke... his entire body’s True Qi surged back violently, his flesh dissolving into a skeleton shining with black luster.

His five fingers were sinister, and with a movement.

A massive pit, about five meters wide and long, appeared in place...

Under the recoil of power, his figure shook the air, creating heavy sonic booms, his hand already clutching towards Chen Ping’s head.

This time, Black Soul was clearly serious.

Using the exclusive secret technique of the Demon Path Seven Veins Thousand Bone Forest, treating his opponent as an innate expert of the same level.

Fierce True Qi merged into Black Bone, and the force of his strike roared like a gale... even before the claw fell, the ground around Chen Ping sunk half a foot.

...

"Who can you kill?"

Just as Black Soul unleashed a killer move, ready to crush his opponent.

A cold female voice suddenly rang out from far behind.

As the sound of a zither resonated.

Trees went "pop, pop, pop," falling in pieces.

A ripple spread through the air, moving at an indescribable speed.

The ripple had just appeared before their eyes when it already swept over Black Soul.

"Wei, Weifu Bo..."

The ghostly fire in Black Soul’s eyes suddenly dimmed and extinguished, his mouth emitting a dry, raspy sound.

He clearly knew who had come.

"So, I really found the target, it turned out to be true..."

Looking up at Chen Ping, Black Soul’s bony jaw moved up and down a few times, but no sound came out.

His skeleton shattered and scattered on the ground, turning into ashes and falling into the soil.

"Last time, I showed mercy, but I didn’t expect you to hound me so relentlessly, seeking your own demise."

A slender figure in a black long robe stood atop leaves on a tall tree, floating like dust in the wind.

In her hands, she held a cyan-colored Phoenix Tail Seven-Stringed Zither, looking back with eyes full of concern and expectation.

"I’ll leave these black dogs to you. Remember, you can’t let the old guys from the Jiangzuo Situ Family escape, guard against their path of divination... This time you revealed your true face, you can’t let a single one escape alive."

Compared to their last meeting, Chen Ping noticed that "Fairy Fubo" appeared more haggard, an ominous killing intent in her eyes.

In her cold demeanor akin to a queen, he saw a trace of vulnerability.

"Okay."

He replied in a deep voice.

The so-called "black dogs" naturally referred to the Brocade Guard swarming from all directions.

Once these people set their sights on someone, they would go on a mad assault, fearless of death.

No one knows how they were trained.

Weifu Bo seemed to pull a slight smile at the corners of her mouth, perhaps pleased with Chen Ping’s growth, and said: "I’ll handle these two; they can’t harm you in the slightest..."

With those words.

Chen Ping saw one person appear on the left hillside.

This person wore tattered iron armor, with a sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked appearance, small and thin, making it hard to determine his age.

He wielded two black and red hammers in his hands, exuding an imposing aura, his eyes ablaze like blazing fire, fixed on the woman at the tree’s peak.

The combat intent was so tangible that even from a distance, it made Chen Ping’s skin shiver.

’This is Martial Intent to its extreme, affecting the surrounding aura, even influencing the minds of onlookers." Chen Ping understood upon seeing this person.

This was none other than the infamous Brocade Guard Left Commander Cao Lie, known for his fierce temperament, who wielded the "Purple Flame True Gang Hammer" with mastery over Jiangbei, leaving the Jianghu speechless.

The previously appearing Black Soul and Brocade Guard were merely appetizers.

One wonders how they managed to pinpoint the whereabouts of himself and Fairy Fubo.

Thinking of the words "Jiangzuo Situ" he heard earlier, Chen Ping recalled the elder in attire flowing like herbs with white hair.

It should be him.

That person was extremely skilled in divination, capable of tracing and locking onto targets through astral signs; indeed, he must be killed...

Chen Ping also noticed that Weifu Bo had mentioned "two guys."

Aside from Cao Lie, who else?

Then, he noticed a yellow shadow leaping from a patch of cyan grass at the bottom of the right hillside.

That yellow shadow landed, rolling once, and suddenly enlarged to the size of a lion.

This beast was entirely yellow-brown, with a slender body, small flat head, short and sturdy limbs, and a ring of white fur around its mouth.

If you ignored the size, it turned out to be a "Huang Pizi."

Judging by the hooked, extremely sharp claws on its four limbs and the slight arching of its upper body, it clearly regarded Weifu Bo as prey.

Yet it truly paid no mind to himself.

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