The Path to Becoming Immortal

"Crack, crack..."

All the vines that were entangled to stop him were cut off one by one under the sword tip.

The Xuanyue Sword continued to slash at the opponent without hesitation.

Suddenly, the opponent moved his hand, and the withered vine stick appeared again, and then he threw it out again carelessly.

As soon as the withered vine stick reached the mid-air, it began to expand rapidly. In an instant, a wooden pillar several feet thick rushed towards the Xuanyue Sword.

"Boom..."

A loud noise was heard, and the giant tree was extremely tough and was not cut off. Instead, the Xuanyue Sword rebounded under a strong force.

Ning Ping's sword was on the side, controlling the rebounded Xuanyue Sword, drawing an arc, and slashing again directly.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The whole space was suddenly filled with rumbling sounds, and a strong breath continued to spread out in all directions.

However, under the entanglement of the opponent's countless vines, this place remained stable and there was no sign of collapse.

"It seems that this guy really wants to take me down!"

While fighting, Ning Ping came to this conclusion from the other party's firm control of this place.

The two fought quickly in succession, and Ning Ping finally approached the other party.

"Boom..."

Just as the other party blocked his attack again, the extremely hard giant tree was suddenly cut into two pieces.

At this moment, a broken piece of the wooden pillar flew towards Ning Ping.

This sudden change also made Ning Ping look surprised and retreated suddenly.

The withered vine master also showed a smug smile at this moment.

But Ning Ping suddenly disappeared into the void while retreating in a seemingly panic.

This made the withered vine master's eyes focus, as if he wanted to see what was going on.

Just at this moment, his spiritual consciousness suddenly moved, and a strong wind came from the side.

"Moo..."

A dragon roar suddenly sounded beside the withered vine master.

A clear dragon head condensed on Ning Ping's fist, and it flashed and blasted out.

In a hurry, Master Ku Teng raised his palm with a solemn face.

"Boom..."

Master Ku Teng's arm broke into pieces with a loud bang.

However, there was no blood flowing out of the broken arm, but it broke like a tree exploding.

Master Ku Teng was thrown back directly under the huge force of Tong Tian Quan.

As soon as he was blasted away, countless vines entangled him, and a thick wooden wall condensed in front of him in an instant.

Ning Ping slowed down slightly, moved his feet, and followed up with the Xuan Yue Sword in his hand to cut down again.

"Boom..."

Wood chips flew everywhere, but he still lost the opponent's figure in front of him.

Ning Ping secretly said it was a pity, flashed to the side and disappeared into the soul seal again.

This time, Master Ku Teng finally restrained his smile.

Staring at Ning Ping, who appeared in the distance, his face darkened.

"Dong, dong, dong..."

He could hear a continuous roar from his body, like hitting a hard wood.

He had a cold face, and his expression did not change much. The terrifying fist power of Tongtian Fist also quickly subsided.

This was enough to show that the real person with withered vines in front of him was much stronger than Zhao Ming before.

I saw the real person with withered vines take a deep breath, and a green light flashed all over his body, and the whole person recovered again.

"What a powerful fist power, it seems that I still underestimated you!"

While speaking, the real person with withered vines straightened his waist slightly, and the original old and frail appearance disappeared in an instant.

A strong pressure also emanated.

What shocked Ning Ping secretly was the strong vitality emanating from the other party.

Under the induction, the other party was like a towering tree with luxuriant branches and leaves and extremely vigorous vitality.

The dense vines around were just like the branches of this big tree.

"You are the strongest junior I have ever seen, but it's a pity! Since you were also the Purple Sword Elder of my holy land, I will send you off!"

After saying that, a strong murderous intent appeared on the thin face of the withered vine master, and a strong breath surged out of his body.

"Swish..."

All the vines around shook gently, and dark green thorns emerged from the roots of the vines.

Then all the vines moved, and began to move quickly, surrounding Ning Ping from all directions.

And quickly shrank inward.

Ning Ping's eyes suddenly condensed when he saw this, it seemed that the other party was also serious.

"Really? Your strength is not bad, but you are not qualified to take me down!"

With a move in his heart, a smile appeared on his face, and he said leisurely.

"I have killed quite a few people from your holy land! Let me count..."

"Oh, it seems like there are so many that I can't even count them. Oh, by the way! I have killed quite a few people in the Mahayana stage!"

Ning Ping said, counting on his fingers.

"The ones I killed recently include a man called Huo Rong Zhenren, and that Zhao Ming. Today, I also killed you..."

"Arrogant!"

As soon as Ning Ping finished speaking, Zhenren Ku Teng's face became even colder, and the murderous intent in his eyes seemed to be real.

"Huh..."

The vines in the sky no longer hesitated, and rolled up directly, densely covering Ning Ping.

Ning Ping was as calm as water, and he controlled the sword formation to rush forward.

Swords and shields appeared one after another, protecting the surroundings tightly.

Some vines tried to break through the sword formation, but they were cut off by the 36 swords and could not cross the line.

"Boom..."

At this time, a towering tree was condensed again, and it directly hit the sword shield, causing the entire sword formation to sink deeply.

However, this sword formation with the formation pattern was indeed extraordinary, and it actually blocked it.

"Haha, is this all you have? You are still a Mahayana cultivator. I think you might as well retreat now, otherwise I will kill you on the spot later!"

Ning Ping laughed arrogantly, and continued to provoke the other party with a flashing look.

"Boom boom boom..."

The voice of the withered vine master was not heard, but violent roars came from all around.

"Hmm..."

The violent recoil also made Ning Ping groan involuntarily, and he even suffered some injuries.

The entire sword formation instantly became shaky under the opponent's full-strength attack.

At this moment, Ning Ping's eyes lit up slightly, and with a thought, he secretly performed the Qiankun Primal Chaos Technique again.

"Boom..."

Finally, at a certain moment, under the continuous attack of dozens of giant trees around, the sword formation could no longer hold on and exploded.