"Your swordsmanship, which allows you to traverse Third Heavens, can still injure me? What kind of Sword Art is this?"
Wu Qingqing stared at Jiang Ping, her heart filled with surprise.
She had seen many human Martial Artists, and had even encountered many Close to the Dao Seed who were invincible in their Same Realm, but this was the first time someone with Third Heaven cultivation could injure her, a Seventh Heaven.
"Not only is his Sword Art superb, but his eyesight is also exceptional."
"Qin Yun" spoke, a strange look appearing on his face.
Their illusions were incredibly powerful; even a human at the Seventh Heaven would have difficulty detecting them. Yet this low-level Martial Artist saw through them at a glance.
"Who cares who he is? Once we've defeated him, the Sword Art will be ours."
"Yao Hong," she said sharply.
"Ah!"
Yao Hong spoke again, but this time it was a painful scream.
Her body was cut in two by a sword, and blood flowed freely.
Jiang Ping wiped the demon blood off the Broken Sword, looking disgusted.
"You're not even at the Seventh Heaven Heavenly Realm, yet you dare to boast before me?"
"Kill!"
Wu Qingqing was filled with rage; they had actually killed her clansmen right in front of her.
However, she was still quite surprised. The opponent's move was too decisive, and the Sword Art was so fast that even she couldn't react in time.
Moreover, his strength was so abnormal that he instantly killed Sixth Heaven expert from her clan with only the cultivation level of the Third Heaven.
Boom!
The remaining five demons revealed their true forms: human bodies with flowery heads, their petals blooming eerily, accompanied by a captivating fragrance.
"Ugh! It stinks!"
Jiang Ping pinched his nose and exclaimed that he had never seen such a smelly flower.
This infuriated the Five Flower Demons, who killed their people and then complained about their stench.
It smells wonderful, doesn't it? It has the power to bewitch the mind; it once captivated two Spirit Wander Seventh Heaven.
But this human at the Third Heaven cultivation was even more peculiar than them; neither Illusion Technique nor alluring incense had any effect on him.
Boom!
The five demons besieged Jiang Ping, each unleashing their strongest demonic arts.
In an instant, the area was filled with Demon Qi and boundless Dao Rhythm, and various blinding beams of light engulfed Jiang Ping.
Clang clang!
Jiang Ping continued to use his Broken Sword to defend himself.
He gleaned the Sword of Time from this Broken Sword, and now he uses it to Abiding-in-the-Present Sword, unleashing extraordinary effects.
Bang! Bang!
The rainforest exploded, triggering another earth-shattering uprising.
The five demons were instantly reduced to two, because the other three demons were all at the Sixth Heaven, and were no match for them. They became a thing of the past under the Years Sword.
Wu Qingqing and Qin Yun were furious. Even with their combined forces, they suffered heavy losses, and they themselves were also injured.
Boom!
Jiang Ping's Sword Light tore through space, carrying a magnificent momentum and unparalleled sharpness, directly cleaving the remaining Two Demons in half at the waist.
However, the Two Demons were already at the Seventh Heaven, and their recovery ability was terrifyingly strong, so they suffered no damage at all.
The human Two Demons clashed again, producing thunderous sounds and continuous explosions.
Bang!
Jiang Ping's waist was pinched raw by long fingernails, drawing Golden Blood, and his hair was disheveled.
Clearly, facing the combined attack of two Seventh Heaven, he began to lose ground.
However, the Two Demons were not in good condition either, having been cut in half several times, and their recovery ability was weakening.
"You're really strong; your technique is simply phenomenal."
"Qin Yun" exclaimed in surprise. They seemed to have chosen the weakest one, but in reality, they were hiding their true strength and were probably the most powerful in the group.
Sulfuric acid!
At this moment, the Sword Light suddenly intensified, piercing the sky.
The Two Demons were astonished; their opponent could be even stronger.
Bang! Bang!
This was a brutal battle; the Two Demons' bodies began to crack, unable to withstand the power of the Sword Light.
However, Jiang Ping was also in a sorry state, with fingernail marks all over his body and Golden Blood flowing from his skin.
"Roar!"
The Flower Demon let out Tiger Roar Sound, and her eyes began to show fear towards Jiang Ping.
However, she still charged forward because the enemy had taken the tribe leader's herbs and had to be stopped. Even if she couldn't kill them, she had to buy time until the leader returned.
However, the Two Demons underestimated their opponent's strength and the terrifying power of the Sword Light.
"Ah!"
Their Qi Mechanism soon diminished, the severed branches and leaves could not be restored, the petals had multiple sword wounds, and they bled extensively.
"We can't fight anymore, let's go!"
"Qin Yun" said solemnly, a thought of retreat arising in his heart.
Then, he began to spew out large amounts of the foul odor from Jiang Ping's mouth. In an instant, the place was shrouded in thick pollen, and visibility was so low that even if Spirit Wander Seventh Heaven, it would be difficult to see anything more than half a meter away.
However, this did not stump Jiang Ping. When his Samsara Dharma Eye was activated, he saw the Two Demons preparing to escape.
He charged forward with his Broken Sword, unleashing a torrent of Sword Light.
"Ah!"
With a bloodcurdling scream, one of the Flower Demon was cut in half at the waist, beyond repair.
Bang!
Jiang Ping's sword drew an arc in the air, accompanied by a cracking sound, and he drew his sword again, attacking another fairy.
However, his opponent launched a desperate counterattack, which cost him dearly, and he lost his left leg.
"Puff!"
Jiang Ping coughed up Golden Blood, his face turning deathly pale.
He mustered his strength, swung his sword again, and finally killed the Two Demons.
"Phew~"
Jiang Ping let out a long sigh of relief and began to treat his injuries on the spot.
He took out a Divine Medicine, tore off a small piece, and swallowed it.
Half an hour later, Jiang Ping's complexion improved slightly.
He looked up at the corpses of the Flower Demon, confirming that they were all dead and would not come back to life.
However, just in case, Jiang Ping unleashed his Samsara Intent again, delivering the final blow and completely obliterating the Flower Demon's corpse.
"No problem."
Jiang Ping muttered to himself, then sighed softly, his heart heavy, showing no joy at having slain the Seventh Heaven.
Because this was just an ordinary Seventh Heaven demon, whose demonic arts were not even Peerless, but it took him all his strength and even losing a leg to kill it with great difficulty.
"My cultivation level is too low. If I were to face Ji Wushuang and the others, I would be no match for them."
Jiang Ping whispered.
It should be noted that both Ji Wushuang and Zhong Shenxiu were capable of fighting against those at the Eighth Heaven of the Heavenly Realm on their own, so the gap between him and them was still quite large.
"It doesn't matter, I have teammates. If I can't win one-on-one, I can gang up on them."
Jiang Ping tried to comfort himself.
His true body is still on Xuanxin Island. Even if he refines the Heavenly Medicine, he cannot break through on the spot. Here, he can only rely on his teammates to have a chance to drink some soup (Dao Tree).
After resting briefly and confirming that he had recovered to his Peak, Jiang Ping hurriedly set off.
He had already guessed that Wu Qingqing and the others must have also encountered Phantom Demon, with a demon disguised as him infiltrating the group.
Of course, he wasn't too worried. Those people were all Close to the Dao Seed, and as long as they weren't at the Nine Heavens, nothing would happen to them.
Moreover, if a certain Phantom Demon possesses the strength of the Nine Heavens, would they still need to deal with them in this way? They could simply sweep them aside.
"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment!"
Jiang Ping had just traveled a hundred miles when he heard a shout from behind.
However, when he turned his head to look, he saw no one. But when he turned back, he was startled to find a young man in blue standing in front of him, his face pale and his eyes sunken.
Jiang Ping raised an eyebrow. The other party was very strong, standing at the Divine Wandering Sixth Heaven, and his methods were mysterious and unpredictable. He had suddenly appeared here without Jiang Ping noticing.
He silently activated his Samsara Dharma Eye, and after confirming that it was a living person, he breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as they aren't demons or beings from the Nine Heavens, everything is negotiable; he's confident he can handle it with ease.
"Fellow Daoist, are you going to compete for the Great Dao Tree?"
The Blue-robed Youth smiled somewhat stiffly, a forced smile.
"Yes, I have teammates waiting for me up ahead."
Jiang Ping remained expressionless, maintaining a distance.
He knew nothing about this powerful young man and was unwilling to get close to him.
However, the other party was very friendly and indicated that they had also come for the Dao Tree and wanted to travel together.
Jiang Ping didn't reply and kept walking forward.
The Blue-robed Youth, however, remained smiling and followed closely behind, impossible to shake off.
Jiang Ping shrugged and had no choice but to slow down and walk alongside them, because it was dangerous here and he dared not quicken his pace.
About half an hour later, Jiang Ping saw his teammates.
The group rested under a large tree in the distance, with the corpse of Flower Demon lying in front of them.
Clearly, Qin Yun and his group also noticed the anomaly, engaged the Flower Demon in battle, and slew it.
"Everyone!"
Jiang Ping waved.
Wu Qingqing and the others turned around when they heard the voice, and were overjoyed to see that it was Jiang Ping.
However, when they saw the young man behind Jiang Ping slowly walk over and smile at them, they were instantly terrified.
"My God! That's Yan Liang."
Qin Yun's voice began to tremble, and his scalp tingled.
"Yan Liang?"
Shu Mingxiao, who disliked going out, looked on with suspicion; the name was unfamiliar to him.
Hao Jun swallowed hard and said strangely:
"The Tenth Seat of the Close to the Dao Seed who went missing for half a month in the Number Four Desolate Land."