Sword comes

The two figures merged into one, and it seemed as if for the first time Chen Pingan allowed the divinity to take over the reins and occupy the magpie's nest, allowing the pure divinity to control my life and destiny without any tricks.

Jiang She's eyes blurred. The sky changed? The sky in the ruins of the battlefield also showed a trend of changing from the green rice seedlings in spring to the golden rice in autumn harvest, just when the green and yellow met.

He knocked Jiang She to the ground with one hand and kicked that burly body sideways.

Jiang She almost broke the formation with a spear he released. He touched the ground with the tip of the spear, turned his body over a hundred feet away, stood still, and stabbed the neck of Chen Pingan who was standing close to him with the spear.

Chen Pingan turned his head to avoid the spear tip, stretched out his hand to grab the spear, spread his palm, pressed his five fingers to Jiang She's chest, and gathered five thunderbolts in his palm. He smiled and said, "Go."

In an instant, the sky and the earth were filled with the sound of a huge bell. His hands were like iron hammers, banging loudly. Jiang She retreated with a bang. His body was like a kite with a broken string. His whole face was shaking due to the flood-like fist force. The hairpin on his head shattered and his hair was disheveled. Jiang She stood barefoot a thousand feet away with a gun in his hand. On the way, he had to nail the bottom of the formation into the ground to stop his retreat.

The four immortal swords drew four sharp trajectories in the air, following like shadows. Jiang She used his spear to pick up two of them. Unlike the previous Da Lian natal objects that shattered as soon as they were touched by the broken formation, the two imitation immortal swords either flew or were lifted up, but they did not break on the spot. Jiang She then used a single fist to split an immortal sword that was nailed to the center of his eyebrows. In a hurry, there was still an immortal sword containing abundant Taoist true meaning, which pierced through Jiang She's ribs. Jiang She, who frowned slightly, stretched out his arm to grab the hilt. The momentum of the long sword was blocked, and the tip of the sword vibrated slightly, buzzing. Jiang She failed to crush it easily, which was a little unexpected. Jiang She was about to increase the force on his palm when he saw a pair of pure golden eyes coming into his sight. The next moment, his forehead was pressed down by the guy's five fingers like a hook, and his wrist twisted, and he threw Jiang She and the broken formation out together.

Chen Ping'an bent down slightly and waved his sleeves. A fire dragon as thick as a wellhead hit Jiang She's back in the air. Jiang She's body swayed and he stabbed his spear towards the sky, just in time to break a water-powered halberd that fell from the sky.

The magic sword in Jiang She's hand was freed. Chen Ping'an put his fingers together, made random sword gestures, and controlled the four magic swords to spin in the air, waiting for an opportunity to move.

A pair of golden eyes sparkled brightly, and in his field of vision, there was no longer Jiang She's skin and bones, but a picture of the flow of true energy in the body of this first ancestor of military strategists, what a magnificent sight.

I couldn't find any loopholes at all.

Jiang She had just broken the halberd when a towering mountain with palaces and pavilions appeared beside him. It looked like the residence of an ancient immortal. It was refined by immortals as their life-long possession, but was thrown towards him fiercely using the most un-imaginative means.

Like a naughty child with strong physical strength, he threw a seal with all his strength.

Jiang She used his spear to hold the "mountain seal". His body, suspended in the air, was as small as a mustard seed. His arm was muscular, his sleeves were bulging and rustling, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and sparks were flying from the tip of the spear. He resisted the huge momentum of the mountain. The tip of the spear did not pierce the mountain, but streaks of golden light were madly moving like snakes, spreading rapidly at the bottom of the mountain seal. When countless streaks of golden light flowed back like streams, flowing over the mountainside to the top, the dazzling golden silk threads had wrapped the entire mountain. Jiang She withdrew his spear, and the mountain collapsed, and dust filled the sky. From drawing the spear to retracting it to break the formation, it was just a blink of an eye.

Chen Pingan did not give Jiang She a chance to replace his pure true energy. He approached him directly and exchanged punches with him.

Jiang She was hit by a punch and fell to the sky. He shook his wrist violently and his spear spun like thunder, shattering the lingering sword intent hidden in his fist.

Chen Pingan fell straight into the ground. As he fell, he did not forget to flip his sleeves. Countless long snakes powered by fire and water shot towards the sky like flying swords.

Jiang She's palm slid across the broken formation and grasped the middle of the gun. It turned out that the two mountains, like "cliffs" flattened by a sword, were closing in, trying to suppress Jiang She.

The force of the attack was fierce, like an ancient giant raising its arms and clasping its hands together, wanting to crush the gun-wielding warrior, who was as tiny as an ant, into pieces.

Jiang She forced himself to swallow a mouthful of blood. The martial artist's true energy in his body was stimulated, and it was like a raging fire boiling oil. Mist rose, and the blood all turned into nourishment for the Great Dao, which was melted into one furnace with the martial artist's true energy.

With a slight turn of his wrist, the spear rolled, and two gusts of wind swirled at the tip of the spear, stirring the two "palm" cliffs into a cloud of dust, and gravel fell to the ground like rain.

Jiang She raised the gun, hovered in the air, and looked down at Chen Pingan who was standing in the pit.

There were already five parts of martial luck in Jiang She's body competing for the second and third parts. Even after a previous "hot fight" with Chen Ping'an, he still failed to completely suppress it, which caused Jiang She to suffer a great loss.

Each of them had held back before, naturally because each took what he needed. Chen Ping'an needed the help of Jiang She to forcibly "dissolve" a series of his life objects with external force, turning them into chaos.

Jiang She also had to refine little by little the three rebellious martial lucks that tried to stir up trouble within the small world of the human body. The martial luck was wrapped in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or like a large army forming a battle formation, confronting the martial luck that Jiang She took from the Qingming world on the "Dantian battlefield", destroying each other's formation, or like light cavalry dispersing, turning into groups of bandits, invading the meridians of the human body everywhere, or like an army pretending to surrender and seizing the city, rising up, entrenched in a key natal acupoint of Jiang She, and erecting a large banner on the majestic city wall... Jiang She's blood and qi were stagnant everywhere in his body, and his soul was involved. How could he control it as he pleased?

Chen Ping'an's hair fluttered at his temples, he squinted his eyes and smiled, he stretched out his hand, condensed the pure murderous aura between heaven and earth, and manifested a most common white qinggang wooden spear in the martial arts field.

Holding a spear, Chen Ping'an pointed his toes, and the ground at the bottom of the pit shook. His figure flashed and disappeared, like a giant turtle turning over its back. Circles of fist ripples shot out from the spot, and the ground was devastated.

It seemed that Chen Ping'an had made up his mind to ask Jiang She what he was best at in order to see who was better.

First it was boxing, then military skills, and now it is gun skills.

Putting some distance between themselves and Jiang She, the imitation swords hanging in the four directions of heaven and earth flashed with sword lights, and the blue sky road became like soft mud. The four immortal swords disappeared in an instant.

Jiang She was distractedly searching for signs of those difficult imitation swords while waiting for Chen Pingan to approach. The close combat was like two brave men meeting in a narrow alley, and the brave one wins.

This time the opening was a perfect performance of the Five Elements Earth Technique. He gathered soil into mountains and controlled the mountains with his mind. They floated in the sky and fell towards Jiang She like rain.

Jiang She shattered hundreds of mountains, with a sound like thunder. More mountains took root on the ground, forming a line above the earth that meandered like a dragon vein.

Between heaven and earth, there were mountains shaped like wild geese falling one after another. Jiang She was annoyed. According to reason, Chen Ping'an had already used up all the spiritual energy stored in his cave in the previous practice. Where did so much new spiritual energy come from? What kind of magical power could create something out of nothing?

This time, Chen Pingan used the dragon veins as steps to climb higher and higher. He stepped on the tops of the mountains with his gun. Every time his footsteps touched each other, his body became bigger. When he approached Jiang She, he was already as huge as a mountain god. Seeing that Chen Pingan, who relied on the power of mountains and rivers, was not an empty frame made of paper, Jiang She also shook his shoulders in the air, revealing a golden body with a solemn appearance. Chen Pingan either went straight and used it directly, and then he would point in the middle. Or he would shrink the ground with his gun, and his gun would move like a winding dragon vein. Finally, the tip of the gun exhaled like a flying sword, picking his tendons and tearing off a piece of flesh from Jiang She's arm.

However, he was hit by Jiang She's gun and broken in half. His body turned into dozens of sword lights and recovered his body elsewhere. Jiang She used his gun as a knife to chop him down on the head. Although Chen Pingan dodged again, a dark gully of light suddenly appeared in the air around him.

The two sides had their exchanges, and neither dared to fight head-on. The trajectory of each shot contained infinite lingering rhythm of boxing intent, and was dazzling, like arcs that cut through the blue sky at will, crisscrossing each other, and the meaning of Tao lasted for a long time.

Jiang She's spearmanship was created specifically for charging into battle formations. He used wide-open and wide-open attacks to break the formation and go straight for the general's head.

On the other hand, Chen Ping'an is like a wandering martial artist, with exquisite moves and many names, but he lacks the profound Taoist spirit that uses them like a god.

Chen Ping'an twisted his body, without turning his head, and suddenly turned his wrist, thrusting the gun backwards with great force and force.

A shot pierced Jiang She's heart, and was about to penetrate his entire body, and then destroy the surrounding caves near his heart, so as to cooperate with the three martial arts from inside and outside.

However, Jiang She had shot him in the neck earlier and lifted Chen Pingan into the air.

Two immortal swords pierced Jiang She's hands at the same time, and the other two went straight into Jiang She's instep.

Ignoring those immortal swords, Jiang She raised his head slightly and sneered, "What's the point?"

After removing his magical power of controlling the world, Chen Ping'an held the gun in his left hand and wiped his neck with his right hand. His palms were full of hot golden blood.

Jiang She also put away his Dharma image, with blood gushing from his chest. Although the injury looked scary, it was actually negligible.

The wooden spear in Chen Ping'an's hand turned into dust and drifted away with the wind.

Jiang She slowly retracted his spear to break the formation, pulled out a sword that looked like an embroidery needle from his temple, pressed his two fingers against the tip and hilt of the sword, and crushed it bit by bit.

Fortunately for Chen Pingan, it was just another great nourishment in the chaos.

Jiang She said, "I know you haven't used your full strength yet, and you are still deliberately dragging your body down with complicated thoughts. If you just want to delay time and wait for help, I can wait here and chat with you for a few words. But if you want to have a good fight, then don't hide it, it's better for each of you to weigh your own weight."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I didn't mean to have distracting thoughts, I just couldn't control them."

How difficult is Chen Ping'an, who appears in a pure divine posture,? The group of earthly branch monks in the capital of Dali must be the ones who have the most say.

Carefully selected by Senior Brother Cui Luo, given natural treasures by the imperial court at all costs, and instructed by a wise master, the best aptitude and most successful cultivator in the continent, just fought with "Chen Ping'an" who took the opportunity to slip out of the cage. As a result, many cultivators had demons in their hearts, which is a clear proof. If it had not been afraid of the Saint of Rites at the time, Chen Ping'an "by himself" might not have been able to subdue it.

Jiang She smiled and said, "In terms of spirit and soul, he is not as good as Cui Luo. He is just a poor student with no talent. He can only be praised for his diligence. His appearance now is somewhat similar to Wu Zhou."

Chen Pingan raised his eyebrows.

Jiang She nodded and said, "Why, are you worried that Wu Zhou and I have already conspired and divided the spoils among you? This kind of thing is really hard to say."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "I couldn't ask for more. Come on."

Rather than being on guard against thieves for a thousand days, it is better to kill the thief immediately.

The purpose of refining magic weapons and winning by quantity is to consolidate the foundation of Taoism and make the foundation of the immortal realm extremely solid. One should strive to open up more than a thousand caves in the human body one day, so as to prepare for attaining Taoism and ascending. He only needs to wait for the ascension method that was privately taught to Taoist Ding to be verified and confirmed to be feasible. To the outside world, Chen Ping'an's breakthrough will only take a moment.

Relying on the self-deceiving "forgetfulness" to seal off all past memories to build a cage, relying on long walls of words to serve as natural barriers and passes to imprison divinity, is ultimately a low-level way to control water by blocking. Therefore, every life object of the Great Refinement is an additional shackle for divinity. In seclusion at the Fuyaolu Dojo, Chen Pingan's idea was to wait until he entered the Ascension Realm before seeking a radical cure.

What to do in the Ascension Realm at that time, the purpose is clear, but there are only three things: find the missing fragments of the natal porcelain, and reassemble the complete celadon paperweight. Have a refreshing discussion with your own divinity. By then, the soul and the heart of the Tao will be unobstructed, and you can have no worries and try to find a great way, try to merge with the Tao, and become the fourteenth realm.