Mortal Alchemy

A feeling of mortal terror instantly enveloped his heart.

“Whoosh——”

Luo Daoliu raised his hand and slashed down at Chen Ping from extremely close range!

Chen Ping's expression was solemn as he gripped the sword hilt with both hands, instantly maximizing his Sword Qi Embodiment. At the same time, the Aurora Sword also erupted with sword energy, and he used all his strength to meet the attack head-on!

“Boom!!!”

Chen Ping's Sword Qi Embodiment was shattered, and crackling sounds emanated from his body, the sound of sword energy and saber energy tearing and colliding.

Chen Ping's figure was instantly sent flying backward, dragging along the ground, leaving a trail.

What a joke! He was a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, a third-tier body cultivator, and possessed a second-tier Sword Mirror, yet he was being suppressed and beaten, and his sword energy was no match for the opponent's saber energy! Moreover, his Sword Qi Embodiment was torn apart by the opponent's single saber strike!

Chen Ping subconsciously wanted to escape and avoid this person.

But the moment the thought arose, he felt a faint, displeased sensation from the Aurora Sword in his hand.

“This is… the Aurora Sword is giving birth to an initial sword spirit…” Chen Ping was shocked, but there was no time for joy.

He felt an intense fighting spirit emanating from the Aurora Sword!

The sword is the embodiment of dominance! Unyielding and unbreakable!

In an instant, Chen Ping's thoughts shifted. Without hesitation, he immediately executed the fourth move of the Myriad Transformations Torrential Stream Swordplay—the Eight Extremes Sword Aspect!

The sword vibrated, and countless sword shadows of different colors flew out, dragging out Chen Ping's phantoms, totaling eight directions, surrounding Luo Daoliu!

Then, Chen Ping used all his strength to slash downwards at Luo Daoliu in front of him!

“Sizzle——”

A piercing metallic collision sound rang out. The enormous force and sharp sword energy suppressed Luo Daoliu's sharpness, like hitting a groundhog, knocking Luo Daoliu's physical body into the ground.

“Hmm?” Luo Daoliu's expression changed slightly. “Myriad Transformations Torrential Stream Swordplay!”

Chen Ping's sudden sword strike caught him a little off guard.

Take advantage of his weakness to strike him down!

Chen Ping frowned, his eyes revealing intense killing intent: “The Eight Extremes Sword Aspect didn't even break through his defenses and injure him?!” What kind of freak is this person?

“Then let's try the next move!”

“Torrential Stream of Heaven and Earth!”

The spiritual energy within three hundred feet of the surrounding space suddenly turned violent. A look of painful ferocity appeared on Chen Ping's handsome face, and the veins on his forehead bulged!

The Aurora Sword resonated to the extreme!

“Buzz buzz buzz!!!”

Within a hundred feet, everything was transformed into sword energy scales, originating from the Aurora Sword. Only the Aurora Sword could withstand such powerful move's power!

Looking out, heaven and earth connected, leaving only one sword!

Then—

Chen Ping once again slashed down at Luo Daoliu with all his strength!

“Damn it!” Luo Daoliu also wore a ferocious expression, sensing the killing intent this move brought him, which made him extremely angry!

A blood-red small knife phantom flew out from the top of his head, and he slashed horizontally at Chen Ping with the large saber in his hand!

“Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!!”

Within a hundred feet, sparks flew everywhere, densely filled with sparks and the ear-piercing, teeth-aching sound of sabers and swords.

“Bang——”

The sword body collided with the saber body. In an instant, the saber energy and sword energy within a hundred feet of heaven and earth completely collapsed.

Luo Daoliu's physical body was sent flying backward, and dense, fine sword marks emerged on his body!

The blood saber phantom above his head instantly slashed towards Chen Ping!

“King of Hell Pays Respects!” In the distance, a vague, unspeakable King of Hell phantom emerged behind Chen Ping.

“Die die die die!!!!”

The one-armed King of Hell kowtowed to Luo Daoliu.

“Pfft——”

The blood saber phantom collided with the King of Hell phantom. Chen Ping and Luo Daoliu both groaned and bled, the move ending in a draw!

“Bang bang bang bang!”

The two exchanged blows back and forth, quickly exchanging dozens of moves, the battle becoming white-hot and extremely intense.

Chen Ping took the initiative, but was beaten into a slight disadvantage by Luo Daoliu. If this continued, Chen Ping's final outcome would be to die at Luo Daoliu's hands!

But even so, Luo Daoliu was not feeling well. Fighting with Chen Ping was extremely shocking:

“Who exactly is this direct disciple of the Eastern Xuan Sect? His foundation is so deep that he can withstand hundreds of blows against me without dying!”

“His foundation in swordsmanship is always slightly weaker than mine. If I continue like this, I will eventually have a chance to kill him!”

…

In the waterside pavilion.

Everyone was paying attention to the two Foundation Establishment cultivators fighting.

Bai Jianjia's face was extremely pale: “Junior Brother's luck is too bad, to run into Luo Daoliu!”

“Junior Brother, you are not his opponent, run away quickly!”

Seeing Bai Jianjia's expression, Ling Xiao comforted in a deep voice:

“Junior Sister, don't panic so much. Junior Brother Chengping has exchanged hundreds of blows with Luo Daoliu, and is only slightly at a disadvantage. It is not impossible for him to win against Luo Daoliu!”

“That's right!” Qian Shui nodded slightly: “Junior Brother Chengping's foundation is deep, exceeding everyone's imagination, which is truly amazing. On the other hand, Luo Daoliu, as one of the top-tier Saber Spirit Roots, does not have such a deep foundation, which is strange.”

Luo Kui also said: “This Luo Daoliu comes from the Heaven-Born Sect, and must have liked women from a young age, so his Dao foundation is not particularly deep. Although Junior Brother Chengping is currently at a disadvantage, Junior Brother Chengping's combat power is endless. If he continues like this, Luo Daoliu might not be able to outlast Junior Brother Chengping.”

The words of several people made Bai Jianjia's expression ease somewhat.

A Golden Core female cultivator from the Myriad Desires Pavilion sneered: “This is the Saber Spirit Root, comparable to the Sword Spirit Root? To deal with an ordinary cultivator, he hasn't won after hundreds of moves? He has truly lost the reputation of the Saber Spirit Root of past generations.”

A Golden Core True Person from the Demon Subduing Sect also spoke: “That's right, this Saber Spirit Root Luo Daoliu's strength is indeed a bit trash. As a Saber Spirit Root, at the peak of Foundation Establishment, he hasn't even comprehended the third realm of the Saber Dao.”

“I remember that Senior Gong Yue, when he first entered Foundation Establishment, had already comprehended Sword Steel Condensing Evil.”

“This once-in-a-millennium Saber Spirit Root falling into the hands of the Heaven-Born Sect is also a waste, a pearl covered in dust.”

The four Golden Core True Persons from the Heaven-Born Sect felt their faces burning and their expressions were dark.

…

In the Eternal Sky Secret Realm.

Chen Ping and Luo Daoliu exchanged hundreds of more moves, Chen Ping had completely fallen into a disadvantage, and was being suppressed and beaten by Luo Daoliu!

Luo Daoliu was slashing at Chen Ping's vitals with every strike!

Chen Ping relied on his third-tier physical body, coupled with the powerful vitality of a body cultivator's divine abilities, not defending at all, his swordsmanship becoming more and more ferocious, making it clear that he wanted to trade his life for his opponent's!

At this time, both sides were already covered in blood.

Luo Daoliu's eyes were extremely gloomy: “Why hasn't this person died yet!”

If this continued, wouldn't he be exhausted to death by Chen Ping?

Luo Daoliu suddenly opened his mouth, abandoning the large saber in his hand, and spat out a dim, colorless small knife.

Whoosh!

This knife slashed straight at Chen Ping's chest.

“Chila——”

This knife pierced into Chen Ping's chest without any obstruction.

Having succeeded with one strike, Luo Daoliu held the large saber and came to Chen Ping again, raising the saber in his hand, wanting to slash down hard at Chen Ping's head!

With a muffled sound, Chen Ping used his hand to forcefully grab the saber in Luo Daoliu's hand, his eyes extremely cold:

“I've finally caught you!”