"Ah!!!"
Pei Kong roared ferociously. His back injury healed in a moment, but he was still resentful and somewhat aggrieved.
In front of so many people, he was repeatedly humiliated by a junior whose strength was far inferior to his own, and was slashed twice in the same spot.
Bang!
Pei Kong charged forward, unleashing his full power, like a dragon roaring under the sky. His muscles bulged, the distinct muscle lines interspersed with strands of lightning, flowing with scorching flames, like boiling magma.
In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, the gale was sharper than the Order Light, and the thunder roared.
The land, spanning thousands of miles, cracked inch by inch, like a giant sphere, producing terrifying arcs of light.
At this moment, Jiang Ping had nowhere to hide and was firmly locked onto by Pei Kong.
Boom!
Pei Kong Instantaneous Movement and slammed his fist at Jiang Ping with a ferocious roar, "Die!"
His fists remained unparalleled, their power shaking the surroundings. The heat emanating from them sent shivers down the Martial Artist of the onlookers, with the weaker Shenyou even being bombarded by the heatwave.
This time, Jiang Ping did not resort to guerrilla tactics to fight the enemy. He stood calmly in mid-air, his black hair dancing wildly.
Sulfuric acid!
A sword's cry rang out slowly, clearly echoing in the ears of millions.
At this moment, the sky was filled with Sword Intent, and the power ripples created by Pei Kong were cracking.
"You finally used it!"
Pei Kong spoke coldly, and soon a complex look flashed in his eyes.
Today should have been the day when he, the True Disciple Qingling, looked down upon everything and crushed the prodigies of the Bitter Cold Realm. How could it be that suddenly, his opponent turned into a great demon king, and he had to exhaust all his means to force out the opponent's strongest Sword Art?
"Kill!"
Pei Kong's Killing intent was almost tangible, like a celestial dragon sweeping across the land, a terrifying storm destroying everything in its path.
Sulfuric acid!
Jiang Ping's expression remained unchanged; in the end, he had used the Sword of Time.
This method is extremely powerful. It is named after time, but it has an Unrivaled concept of harmonizing Ten Thousand Laws. It is more like Sword of Ten Thousand Laws.
At this moment, all his power converged into one, condensing into a single, Peak sword strike.
Pei Kong's pupils contracted sharply, and his hair stood on end as he sensed danger.
Undeterred, he shattered this ominous situation and charged forward relentlessly.
However, after a short while, Pei Kong's Fist Light extinguished over a large area.
Jiang Ping met him calmly, his Sword Art drawing graceful arcs in the air, countless beams of light shooting out.
During this process, Pei Kong's fist trembled, and with a clang, half of his palm was cut open, instantly dripping with blood.
"Ah!"
Pei Kong roared in pain, his body healing itself at an alarming speed as he Form and Spirit Unite.
However, before he had fully recovered, he was stabbed in the left chest again, revealing a gruesome wound that soaked through his clothes with blood.
Pei Kong was horrified. Even with his Perfected Form and Spirit, he couldn't withstand this Sword Art?
Call out!
He retreated rapidly, trying to avoid the attack, but in that instant, he was struck in the right shoulder by a sword. The longsword cut through him with unstoppable force, and with a clang, half of his body was severed, and a large amount of blood gushed out.
This scene left everyone stunned, and even the high-ranking members of the Qingling Clan were astonished.
"It's not like time, but more like the Sword of Ten Thousand Laws!"
One of the disciples, who was watching the spectacle, said in a True Disciple voice that he had gleaned many techniques from this Sword Art, such as the Void, Samsara, Causality, and the Five Elements of lightning.
"He's straining himself a bit with this Sword Art."
Someone pointed at Jiang Ping and said.
Jiang Ping was panting heavily, drenched in sweat, and his face was deathly pale.
"Yes, it's not sustainable and has side effects. Even though he has the upper hand right now, if Xiao Pei perseveres, he has a good chance of winning."
A powerful figure looked at Jiang Ping and noticed several cracks appearing on his body.
Clearly, this Sword Art is too overpowered. Even if Jiang Ping were to use it, it would consume a great deal of his own energy. Once he reaches the critical point, he might explode.
In fact, Jiang Ping was aware of his own situation.
Although the Sword of Ten Thousand Laws is too powerful, it is too difficult to cultivate. He is still at the level of Divine Intent and is far from "Supreme God Riding Light". It is already very difficult for him to integrate All Laws.
Sulfuric acid!
He charged forward with his sword, eager to end the battle quickly.
Pei Kong also noticed this. At this moment, his body had fully recovered and he was still in his Full Bloom Posture, which showed how terrifying the Perfected Form and Spirit was.
Buzz!
This time, it was Pei Kong's turn to avoid the enemy. He used the Void Method to hide in the Void Inner Realm, where everything was peaceful and serene. But just a moment later, a blinding Sword Light illuminated everything and suddenly appeared in the Inner Realm.
Pei Kong's expression changed slightly. His figure was vast and he tried to avoid the risks, but the Sword Light was too intense, destroying All Laws and shattering the Void.
Bang!
Dao Light streaked across his body at an incredible speed, tearing him in two from the top of his head.
"Ah!!"
With a blood-soaked roar, the Inner Realm Void, and everyone saw that Pei Kong, the True Disciple Qingling, was cleaved in two by Jiang Pingping.
A group of people were stunned and dumbfounded. They never expected that such a monster would emerge in this elder selection, who could suppress one of the Twelve True Disciples of Qingling even in the Eighth Heaven.
Thump!
Dao Sound, or perhaps it was the sound of a furnace burning intensely. Pei Kong's two bodies did not collapse; instead, they quickly merged back together in a surge of powerful Blood Qi, and in the blink of an eye, he was completely restored.
Jiang Ping raised an eyebrow. This kind of expert was really hard to kill, far beyond the likes of Ning Tianhe Gai Tianyang.
Clang!
His sword hissed, its surging Qi Mechanism shattering the clouds and mist. He attacked again, attempting to kill.
Bang!
This time, Pei Kong was completely shattered, turning into a mist of blood, but he still managed to reconstruct a physical body, though his aura weakened.
This made Jiang Ping frown.
However, Pei Kong wasn't much better off. His face was ashen. As True Disciple of Qingling, he had always been high and mighty, but he had suffered greatly at the hands of a newcomer and could only be beaten.
Sulfuric acid!
Jiang Ping attacked again, his swordsmanship unstoppable, and Pei Kong was completely unable to defend himself.
Bang!
Pei Kong exploded, turning into blood mist once more.
Everyone watched this scene in silence. It completely overturned their understanding. The True Disciple Qingling was treated like a drowning dog and beaten up by a genius who was not even a hundred years old. What a sight!
Clang clang clang!
Before Pei Kong could recover, Jiang Ping frantically hacked at his blood mist, causing a large amount of blood to be spilled.
In an instant, the blood mist that Pei Kong had exploded from was almost completely gone.
However, he recovered, a true phoenix rising from the ashes, a feat exemplified by his own bloodshed.
Of course, this time it wasn't just his Qi Mechanism that was declining. Pei Kong's face was even paler than Jiang Ping's, and his body seemed to have shrunk considerably, with his previously bulging muscles becoming withered.
"Hmm, there's potential. We can kill them!"
Jiang Ping's eyes lit up. Even if he was True Disciple of Qingling, he was still capable of killing him!
"Puff!"
Suddenly, Jiang Ping staggered, coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turned as pale as paper, and cracks appeared on his body.
"I'm almost at my limit!"
Pei Kong's long hair danced wildly; he was still capable of fighting and had a chance to defeat the enemy.
At this moment, even the members of the Qingling Sect saw hope.
"The True Disciple must not be dishonored; Jiang Pingping should be the one to suffer a crushing defeat!" the woman in the Qingling whispered.
"Bone Technique, Rebirth!"
Jiang Ping suddenly let out a soft shout. His whole body was enveloped in vibrant life force, the cracks were gradually repaired, and his Qi Mechanism grew to its Peak.
Pei Kong stopped abruptly, his face stiffening.