Sword comes

The place where the ancient battle between water and fire came to an end.

Jiang She arrived in an instant and punched him in the face.

Chen Ping'an did not rush to draw his sword. Instead of retreating, he advanced as if he was going forward to shake the mountain, and took Jiang She's punch with one hand.

With just a fist exchange, a vortex of light appeared in the sky above the heads of both sides. This was a strange phenomenon caused by the collision and stirring of the fists of both sides and the long river of time.

Within the vortex of time, there are still various strange scenes, which occur one after another, showing the fighting processes of various ancient battlefields, like a series of vivid murals.

After all, it was a punch from a martial artist of the eleventh realm. Chen Pingan retreated, and retreated again and again. In an instant, he stretched out a long green line of more than ten miles. Finally, he stood still, his sleeves fluttering, like a series of muffled thunder. Chen Pingan shook his sword, and the tip of the sword shone with golden light, shining brightly.

"It's a bit powerful. If a warrior dared to take this punch, he would have been reincarnated by now."

Standing at the position where Chen Pingan had stood before, Jiang She twisted his wrist, dispelling the fist intent, revealing a look of admiration, and said with a smile: "Compared to the last time at Taiping Mountain when you took half a punch and fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, you have improved a lot."

With five parts of martial energy in his body, two against three, it is like a battlefield with endless fighting. In Jiang She's small human world, if three gangs of rebels were causing chaos, Jiang She would inevitably feel a little irritated, and he would have to divide his attention to suppress them. If the emperor had to leave the capital and lead the army in person to quell the rebellion, he would still be at a disadvantage in terms of military strength.

Jiang She didn't need to say anything, or even use any spiritual energy. He just waved his hand, and the crack in the ground that he had stepped on before turned into a "mountain range" formation. The central area was the Ancestral Dragon Mountain, and the rest were dragon veins extending from it.

This move was like the intaglio technique used in later generations to carve seals. When Jiang She gave the order, the formation rose from the ground, and the mountains rose and fell. Except for the black color, they were no different from the shapes of mountains in the world. The formation was like a huge mountain pressing down on the top of the head, and it smashed towards the mustard seed-like figure of Chen Pingan in the distance. It was like a mountain seal that was as big as an inverted mountain, using the earth as rice paper, and stamped towards Chen Pingan at a speed faster than thunder.

Chen Ping'an didn't move at all. He just raised his sword and slashed it upwards, easily breaking it into pieces.

The towering mountains collapsed, and the infinite Taoist meaning contained in the formation, without the support of a pivot, turned into a torrential rain, splashing and countless golden raindrops falling to the ground. This scene was extremely dazzling.

The great road that is like a heavenly calamity will bring victory.

With one sword, he can be killed.

Jiang She smiled. If his skills were limited to this, how could he dare to talk about killing half of them and then ascend to heaven to meet Zhou Mi. As soon as the golden raindrops touched the ground, they were stained with a little earthiness, and then they turned into golden warriors. Hundreds of thousands of them were wearing armor, standing up, forming a formation to surround and kill Chen Pingan. There were still those mountain ranges that had not been completely broken. They appeared in the air as burly gods wearing armor of various colors. They were hundreds of feet tall, thousands of feet tall, holding weapons, or using one magical power after another, or offering a series of attacking spells. Thousands of magical powers, piled up like a dense burst of arrows, and rushed towards Chen Pingan...

Chen Ping'an had a smile on his face, holding a long sword in his hand. His mind moved slightly, and the sword light flowed, as if weaving a bright and clear full moon.

The full moon suddenly expanded, and the round moon phases wrapped around the long sword, shrouding the green-clothed swordsman with a jade hairpin on his head. The sword energy was powerful and the moonlight was like water, overflowing the entire world in an instant.

All kinds of magical powers, magic, strong men on the earth, golden-armored gods hanging in the air... the mighty killing momentum was all washed away by the sword energy and dissipated silently.

Chen Ping'an frowned slightly and looked down, only to see a short spear with colorful precious light stuck across his chest, which had pierced his heart and back at some point.

He slowly pulled out the short halberd that was not a real thing, slightly increased the force of his fingers, and gently crushed it. At the heart pierced by the short halberd, there was only a ball of golden light as thick as mercury, without a drop of blood, so it was not a fatal injury. It was probably a bit of a stretch to say that it was an injury. This was the strength of this divine body, flawless and flawless, and the great way circulated endlessly.

Indeed, once Chen Pingan no longer hides, is it really that easy to kill the half-human who can compete with the Heavenly Court?

Jiang She stood in the distance, stretched out his hand to grasp the spear to "break the formation", put one hand against his cheek, and laughed angrily.

Just now, he was careless and got pierced in the cheek by a mysterious green flying sword. However, the wound healed very quickly, so Jiang She was of course not seriously injured, but he just lost some face.

But a drop of blood was still rubbed off by the flying sword. Chen Pingan raised his hand and put the flying sword 15 into his sleeve. He rubbed the trophy with two fingers, with some regret in his expression. It was a pity that it had nothing to do with his life spirit. Otherwise, if he could kill the big monster Hu Tu like Zheng Juzhong did, he would have made a profit. Chen Pingan threw the drop of blood to the ground, and there was an extra "Jiang She" who was not very useful beside him.

This fake statue, temporarily created by Chen Ping'an using talismans, is useless in terms of killing power, but it has other uses. It is like a rubbing used to explore the number of caves in the human body, the direction of the meridians, the life objects refined, etc. It can allow Chen Ping'an to see some of Jiang She's inner atmosphere.

But before Chen Ping'an could take a closer look, that "Jiang She" rebelled. I don't know what means Jiang She used to make it turn against its own side and punch Chen Ping'an in the face.

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand and twisted its neck. It collapsed to the ground, its body melting like snow, returning to a drop of blood. It wanted to escape underground, but Chen Ping'an spread out his palm, and a miniature formation appeared to trap it, then detained it in an invisible white bowl above his palm. A drop of blood kept spinning, hitting the wall everywhere, like the sun and the moon moving in a ball in a bowl.

Jiang She suddenly let go of his spear and asked, "Do you dare to have an upright martial arts fight?"

Chen Pingan smiled as usual, "Do you dare to have an open and aboveboard academic contest? Recite poems and compose essays to compete in literary talent?"

As he spoke, he gently shook his wrist, and in the rough "bowl" suspended above his palm, a drop of blood evolved into "Jiang She", "Yuan Shen", "Bing Jia", and "Wu", a total of seven characters, written in tiny regular script, as if written with a red brush on the inner wall of a snow-white porcelain bowl, just waiting to be fired in the kiln.

Judging from the situation, Chen Pingan wants to help the first ancestor of the military strategist to imitate a piece of natal porcelain?

Although the rough white bowl had not yet been fired, it was already as thin as paper and crystal clear, with seven characters arranged in a formation inside the bowl.

Jiang She narrowed his eyes. Was he being mysterious? Or was he aiming for something? Could it be that in that outer battlefield, as a reward for changing the trajectory of Qingdao and avoiding the tragedy of the two worlds colliding, Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou made an exception and passed on this secret technique to Chen Pingan?

Chen Pingan grabbed the bowl with one hand, raised it high, and looked at the blank bottom of the bowl. He seemed to be hesitating about what inscription to engrave on the bottom to suit the occasion.

The Big Dipper is high.

Jiang She shook his head. "So you are just playing tricks. You are not getting the hang of it."

Even if he learned from the young girl who had restored the world of Qingming, and set up a large array of purple vines in Yinzhou, it would be fine. After all, Chen Ping'an was half a person, so he was naturally more legitimate than the ghost Xu Jun, and he could become the hub of the array. The battlefield site of the water-fire dispute did retain a lot of two kinds of Taoism, and it was a natural kiln, but if you want to talk about the Big Dipper, the word "note" is not enough. Jiang She was not a demon, and was not given a real name by the young hidden official. Besides, Chen Ping'an was not a real person of the Fire Dragon who had entered the fourteenth realm.

In the battle on the mountain top, every great monk has a few trump cards hidden in his/her chest, but what is feared is some unexpected and unconventional moves that could bring about a surprise victory.

On the road of cultivation, Jiang She suffered a lot because of this. He was hit by some strange tricks many times, was covered in dust and dirt, and lost a lot of Taoism skills. Of course, those who were his enemies suffered even greater losses.

Chen Ping'an pretended to be surprised, as if his trick had been exposed. He really did not write an inscription on the bowl before throwing it into the dragon kiln for firing. He loosened his fingers, and a white bowl with red characters slid into his sleeve.

First condense water to make a bowl, and then refine it with fire. This is a scene in which Chen Pingan imitates the struggle between water and fire with the help of the right time and place, pulling the energy of heaven and earth. The remaining Heavenly Dao that has been circulating in the local area for thousands of years will regard Jiang She as a great enemy who must be killed.

Interlocking.

Obviously, Chen Pingan used military tactics to fight back against the enemy in his own way.

Chen Pingan stared straight at Jiang She with a pair of pure golden eyes.

In life, we are placed in a long river of time with no known beginning or end, and we are all wading through the water.

There are many similarities.

On the path of cultivation, both sides have mastered martial arts and magical powers.

Jiang She was the first person in the ancient world to kill a god and break the golden body with his own strength. He was thus blessed with the great fortune of "humanity".

Chen Pingan was the first person in Lizhu Dongtian Town to kill a Qi Refiner. So when he returned to the gambling table, a stick of incense was lit in the courtyard, and the light suddenly increased.

They are all treasonous and heretical.

Their confrontation today seemed destined, like they were collecting and repaying debts to each other.

The shadow of a famous tree.

One of the ten great heroes of the ancient world, fourth among humans, the founder of military strategists, and a master of the eleventh realm of martial arts.

Any title picked out at random is enough to make a cultivator at the Fourteenth Realm feel pressured.

Chen Ping'an also learned a trick from Xiao Mo. No matter who asks for sword skills, you don't need to take it too seriously. There is no need to be afraid of him. No matter how powerful he is, he is still a human being.

Jiang She asked, "Did you plan to choose this place as the battlefield?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "I forgot."

There were indeed some imaginary enemies, such as Wu Shuangjiang, with whom he had a fight on the Night Boat, Pei Min, one of the two missionaries of Lutai, Bai Shang, who conspired with Tian Wan and had long planned for the sword fortune of Aquarius Continent, and Wuzhou, who was very likely to "attack and kill" Chen Pingan.

In order to imprison one's own divinity, one must choose to forget, thereby building a cage, piling up layer upon layer of barriers, and drawing a line on the ground to imprison and exile oneself.

Jiang She looked at Chen Pingan holding a long sword with a sarcastic look on his face, and said, "Once you recognize the master, you will have a strict and insurmountable hierarchy. Why bother? It would be better to make an equal contract in the first place."

In short, Chen Ping'an, who is now a sword cultivator at the immortal level, his Tao heart and realm are the biggest constraints on the sword wielder.

The last time they met again on the "mountain climbing", the sword holder had exchanged a few swords with Jiang She, seemingly doing whatever he wanted and without restraint. In fact, as the master, Chen Ping'an, did not have any killing intention at that time. To be precise, he did not have any strong ups and downs in his heart, so the sword holder seemed to be particularly free, just like she killed the armored man in the sky, just because Chen Ping'an, the master, was not around. Once Chen Ping'an met the armored man, it would be fine if he did not have the killing intention. As long as he had the killing intention, the sword holder had to abdicate and must give up the master position to Chen Ping'an, change his identity, and let the latter become the sword holder.

Jiang She shook his head, his eyes full of pity, "I really feel sorry for you two, this couple. It's embarrassing."

Otherwise, there would be someone with the same killing power as the swordsman beside Chen Pingan, acting as a thug and bodyguard. Even if Chen Pingan was just a swordsman at the Jade Pu Realm, would it be difficult for him to roam freely in the world?

Even if one’s position is as high as that of the Sword Bearer, he is not the ancient ruler of the Heavenly Court, and can never obtain true and pure freedom.

It’s just because the other four supreme gods are still not higher than the Heavenly Dao.

Jiang She suddenly said something strange, "During the meeting by the River of Time, I believe that when you first saw the sword-wielding man, you must have felt desperate and even a little angry?"

Chen Ping'an pretended not to hear anything and continued, "I didn't bother you, but you took the initiative to bring it to me."

"The key is that they even found a reason for me, so I don't have to worry about it."

After a moment of silence, Chen Pingan looked complicated and murmured, "My senior brother..."