When Reverend Xuan Shang came in, he did not bother to distinguish between right and wrong and attacked randomly with his long spear. He did not expect that Lu Ping's eyes would also light up when he saw this sort of fighting style, and he also attacked randomly.
Reverend Xuan Xiang was an elite in the sixth level of the Core Forging Realm. Aside from defending himself against Reverend Xuan Shang and Lu Ping's attacks, he could also occasionally counterattack. Reverend Xuan You, on the other hand, had to suffer in silence. Even though his cultivation base was also at the fourth level of the Core Forging Realm, the grade of the Spirit Items of the Universe he had refined was not high, and his strength was much weaker than the other three. Otherwise, even if Lu Qin-er had obtained the legacy of the Fire Luan, Reverend Xuan You would not have been unable to kill a monster cultivator in the first level of the Core Forging Realm when he ambushed her. That was why even though the four of them were engaged in a chaotic battle, Reverend Xuan You remained on the defensive the entire time. He could not even launch a single attack.
Reverend Xuan Shang had just exchanged a few blows with Lu Ping and was forced dozens of feet back by Lu Ping's profound sword technique when he heard another long howl. Before the person arrived, a bolt of lightning had already descended on Lu Ping. The person said, "Since this is a chaotic battle, Xuan Lei, come!"
Lu Ping did not dodge the descending lightning. Instead, five light curtains appeared in front of him. Before the lightning could penetrate three of the light curtains, it was worn out.
A silvery figure landed on the battlefield like a bolt of lightning. Lu Ping flicked his hand, and a Gengjin Yin Thunder fell on the newcomer. Lu Ping laughed loudly and said, "It's impolite not to reciprocate. Senior Brother, take this move of mine."
Lu Ping's Golden Scale Sword turned into sword flashes that filled the sky and continued to surround Reverend Xuan Shang, Reverend Xuan Xiang, and Reverend Xuan You to put pressure on them. Right when Reverend Xuan Lei executed a lightning-elemental divine ability to block Lu Ping's Yin Lightning of Metal Element, the Sword Art of Raging Waves Crashing On Shore surrounded him with a strange sound of waves.
As the five of them fought each other, Lu Ping still had the absolute upper hand.
However, this seemed to be just the beginning. Just after Spiritual Master Xuanlei fell into the battle, a giant boat with the momentum of braving the wind and waves intervened into the battle and crashed into everyone.
A loud laugh came from the giant ark, "The Profound Ark is here, everyone make way!"
What welcomed Enlightened Xuanzhou was Lu Ping's massive Torrent of Swordsmanship minor divine ability. The monstrous sword waves seemed to want to overturn everything floating above the sea of swords.
Daoist Xuan Zhou cried out in alarm. He had already drilled out of the ship, but the Golden Scale Sword had already destroyed the ship. Daoist Xuan Zhou's heart ached as he put away the broken ship and roared, "I'll fight you all!" Then he summoned a black iron puppet and a bronze puppet and jumped back into the fray, attacking everyone around him.
"I am Xuan Xing, look at my Fire Meteor!"
A middle-aged cultivator strode forward, one of his hands pointing up into the sky. When he arrived before them, he turned his hand downwards and a clump of fire clouds that had unknowingly gathered abruptly descended a rain of fire to envelop them all. Sou! Sou! Sou!
However, not waiting for this group of fire clouds to be launched for a long time, a group of dark clouds had unknowingly appeared above it. Lu Ping's Golden Scale Sword splashed out, and a series of strange sword techniques comprehended from the Land of Inheritance hit Daoist Xuan Zhou's bronze puppet, causing sparks to fly everywhere. Then he made a hand sign and shouted, "Descend!"
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by dense needle-like rain sprinkling from the dark clouds above the fire clouds. In a moment, the fire clouds were completely watered.
"Art of Moving Clouds and Summoning Rain!"
After Lu Ping refined the Profound Essence Heavy Water and advanced to the middle stage of Core Forging, each of the North Sea's Twelve Orthodox Techniques in Lu Ping's hands was no less powerful than a minor magical ability.
The number of people fighting in the melee had already reached the middle stage of Core Forging, but Lu Ping still had the absolute advantage. He madly attacked everyone along the way, and the circle formed by the Golden Scale Sword was getting bigger and bigger. At the same time, he also used a variety of magical attacks, overwhelming everyone.
However, everyone's magical attacks towards Lu Ping were blocked by a thick layer of light curtain.
Lu Ping had already condensed five water-elemental natural treasures, and each time he condensed a substantial amount of natural treasures, the five-layered Water Curtain Qi in front of him was almost as strong as a Spirit Channeling Grade defensive mystic treasure. The defensive power of the five-layered Water Curtain Qi was almost on par with a Spirit Channeling Grade defensive mystic treasure.
"Is this still a f * cking minor protective divine ability?"
Reverend Profound Thunder's angry curse caused all the people attacking Lu Ping to feel the same way. The melee might seem chaotic, but every single cultivator followed a certain pattern. They either attacked or retreated, and none of them brought out any defensive Enchanted Treasures.
Because of that, Lu Ping's protective qi might seem to have a great advantage, but in truth, since Lu Ping was the strongest in the melee, even though everyone was attacking each other, every time Lu Ping attacked, his attacks were too powerful, and everyone had to work together to block them. On the other hand, if they wanted to threaten Lu Ping, they had to work together to attack Lu Ping, and only then would they be able to make Lu Ping wary.
This battle seemed to have attracted the interest of the middle stage Core Forging cultivators on Heaven Spirit Mountain.
"Haha, I, Xuanchen, am here!"
Reverend Xuanshang shouted, "Uncle master, this is a competition between us juniors. Why are you interfering?"
Reverend Xuanchen glared at him and scolded, "Brat, why are you spouting so much nonsense? We'll talk after we fight."
Right when Reverend Xuanchen finished speaking, a bolt of Yin Sunflower Lightning fell on him without a sound.
Reverend Xuanchen cursed loudly, "Which brat launched a surprise attack?!"
Rolling yellow dust swept towards them. Even though it did not block the group's vision, the people fighting suddenly felt their bodies freeze, as if they were affected by the yellow dust and became less agile.
Reverend Xuanchen's smug laughter rang out. "Brats, how's the power of this minor divine ability, Dust Settles, from the Old Man?"
Right when he finished speaking, a wave suddenly surged up from the yellow dust and pounced in one direction. A clean path instantly appeared in the yellow dust.
Reverend Xuanchen shouted angrily, "Who was it? Who broke my Art?!"
"Uncle master Xuanchen, you're still as bad as ever. You only take advantage of others and never suffer losses!"
When Lu Ping looked over, he saw that Reverend Xuansheng, the disciple of Jiang Tianlin and Laozu of Xiaoyao, had also charged in.
Previously, whenever someone joined the battle, Lu Ping would be the first to attack. However, Reverend Xuansheng had always given Lu Ping a good impression. Besides, Zhong Hua and the disciples of Xiaoyao had always thought of themselves as family, so there was no reason for Lu Ping to attack his senior brother.
More and more people joined the battle. Lu Ping had been maintaining an aggressive stance, but now, he had no choice but to restrain himself. In the end, the eighteen cultivators in the middle stage of the Core Forging Realm fought on their own and attacked everyone else besides themselves.
The scale of the battle also grew larger, but to Lu Ping's surprise, the battle did not cause any damage to the environment around them.
Lu Ping's heart skipped a beat. He carefully probed the surroundings with his Divine Sense and found that an invisible barrier had formed around them. It seemed like they were fighting here, but in fact, they were in a space that was isolated from the surrounding environment.
This was definitely the work of Fa Xiang Laozu. There were already Fa Xiang Laozu who had noticed their battle.
However, this was inevitable. It would be strange if Fa Xiang Laozu didn't take it seriously when eighteen cultivators in the middle stage of the Core Forging Realm were fighting at the entrance of Tian Ling Mountain's inheritance.
As more and more cultivators gathered around to watch the battle, Lu Ping could sense that the divine sense webs around him were getting denser and denser. There were even some with strong divine senses that exuded a faint aura. Clearly, they were the Late Core Forging Realm cultivators on Tian Ling Mountain.
Perfected Being Guo Xuanshan was currently in charge of the daily affairs of Zhen Ling Sect. The battle here had naturally alerted him, but after showing his face, Perfected Being Guo Xuanshan left without looking back.
What a joke. Eighteen of the sect's most outstanding mid stage Core Forging Realm cultivators were fighting. Although Guo Xuanshan had condensed a seventh-grade Golden Core and was considered a Transcendence cultivator in the eyes of others, he wasn't confident that he could separate them. If the dozen of them joined forces, he might even be injured by them. If that happened, it would be really embarrassing.
In this chaotic battle, the most eye-catching one was undoubtedly Tian Ling Laozu's ninth disciple, "Water Sword Deity" Lu Xuanping.
The strength of the eighteen mid stage Core Forging Realm cultivators could also be determined. The truly powerful cultivators were generally able to stand in the middle of the battle. When they attacked the surrounding cultivators, they could also resist the counterattacks of the surrounding cultivators.
Although the cultivators standing in the middle of the battle could prove their strength, the consumption of their Spiritual Essence was also immeasurable when facing the siege of so many cultivators. Therefore, the cultivators who could occupy the center of the battle often couldn't last long and would retreat from the center of the battle under the siege of others. This formed a rotation, and the stronger the cultivator, the longer they could last.
However, there was one exception among the eighteen cultivators. This person had been present since the beginning of the battle. Even when seven or eight Perfected Ones had gathered to fight, this person had maintained an absolute advantage. As more and more cultivators joined the battle, this person could no longer maintain the absolute advantage. However, he was still like a boulder, standing in the middle of the battle. The cultivators who stood with him in the center had long been replaced.
This person was Lu Ping. Relying on the vigorous Spiritual Essence brought by the Xuanyuan Heavy Water and the use of several Minor Magical Arts and Dharma Spells, Lu Ping had always occupied the center of the battle and had always been outnumbered.
And Lu Ping's long-term dominance had also aroused the competitiveness of many cultivators. Although everyone was fighting each other, because of Lu Ping's dominance, many cultivators often attacked Lu Ping at the same time, hoping to drive him out of the center of the battle. Unfortunately, they all failed.
Gradually, the way the cultivators looked at Lu Ping changed. There might be fighting spirit, provocation, or unwillingness in their eyes, but there was one thing they all shared in common — respect for the strong. Lu Ping's eyes were filled with fighting spirit, provocation, and even unwillingness. But there was one thing in common — respect for the strong.
The chaotic battle in the back mountain of Tian Ling Mountain was destined to be talked about enthusiastically by the Zhenling cultivators, and even passed down.
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