Just as Lu Ping was retreating towards Zhenling's direction, Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan had already caught up to him. When Spiritual Master Xuan Sen saw Lu Ping retreating towards him, he immediately realized that the situation was not good and hurriedly flew over to help Lu Ping.
However, at this moment, it was as if Xuan Ling Sect and Hai Yan Sect had a tacit understanding. They attacked Enlightened Master Xuan Sen at the same time. Clearly, the Late Core Forging Enlightened Masters from the various sects had already seen through Enlightened Master Shui Wuhuan's plan. And after Lu Ping snatched the treasure from Enlightened Master Shui Wuhuan's hands, it gave Enlightened Master Shui Wuhuan a reason to kill him.
Lu Ping, who was retreating, felt a great sense of danger in his heart. A cold chill was heading towards Lu Ping's back. Although the Frost Island was bitterly cold, this kind of cold was like child's play to a cultivator like Lu Ping. Something that could really make Lu Ping feel a chill was really a fatal threat. The Profound Ice Fiend that Lu Ping had just encountered was not even worth mentioning compared to this chill behind him.
The Water Curtain True Kang instantly propped up. By the time Lu Ping turned around, five layers of blue Water Curtain True Kang had blocked a cloud of white mist outside. However, the layer of True Kang that came into contact with the mist creaked as if it would freeze and crack at any time.
The cold chill from the Water Curtain True Kang made Lu Ping shiver uncontrollably. Lu Ping recognized that this cloud of mist was the cold mist that Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan had spat out when he tried to freeze the Golden Scale Sword through the Water Mist. However, the current cold mist was much bigger than the previous one, and its power was also several times stronger.
The cold from the Water Curtain True Kang was getting colder and colder as it tried to invade Lu Ping's body and freeze his True Essence. Lu Ping's True Essence circulated rapidly in his body, but he found that although Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan's Cold Qi made Lu Ping's face turn pale, it did not affect the circulation of his True Essence. Naturally, it would not cause any harm to Lu Ping.
Lu Ping instantly understood the reason. Obviously, the quality of the cold mist cultivated by Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan could not be compared to Lu Ping's True Essence that was refined from the Heaven Tier Profound Heavy Water.
Lu Ping calmed down and endured the discomfort brought by the cold. He raised his hand and controlled the Golden Scale Sword to unleash a sword technique torrent, intending to disperse the cold mist. However, he saw Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan once again coiling the Water Mist into a ball and flying towards the Golden Scale Sword.
Lu Ping knew that the reason why Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan was able to restrain his sword technique was not because her sword technique was too weak, but because the difference in cultivation level between Lu Ping and her was too great. From Lu Ping's point of view, this Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan was at least at the same level as Spiritual Master Xuan Sen. Moreover, with the geographical advantage of Frost Island, her chances of winning were even higher than Spiritual Master Xuan Sen's.
If Lu Ping's cultivation had also reached the late stage of Core Forging, Lu Ping was confident that he could tear this annoying ball of mist into pieces with a single slash. However, he was now under the eaves. Lu Ping could only use the Golden Scale Sword to avoid the Water Mist, and the sword technique torrent was easily broken by Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan.
Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan obviously did not want to let Lu Ping go so easily. The Water Mist danced like a long snake, and once again coiled towards Lu Ping.
The blue light around Lu Ping's body expanded, and in one move, the white mist that was stuck on his protective aura was dispersed. Lu Ping's face turned red. He could not care about the injuries caused by the explosion of True Essence in his body, and activated the Art of Sea Deception. Just as eighteen human figures condensed in the sky, the Water Mist caught up to them and twisted seven of them in a row. The white mist that followed afterwards completely froze six human figures into ice men.
Dozens of zhang away, Lu Ping's figure flashed, and he looked behind him with lingering fear. Fortunately, he had dodged in time, or he would have died.
Lu Ping was furious, and he looked coldly at Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan, who was looking at him with a surprised expression.
Lu Ping originally thought that because he had taken the treasure, this Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan felt that he had lost face in front of his juniors, and that the Shui Yan Pavilion's Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan only wanted to punish him. However, he did not expect that Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan would ignore the critical moment of the war between humans and demons, and risk the risk of starting a war with Zhenling to kill him.
At this time, Zhenling's side was besieged by Xuan Ling Sect, Shui Yan Pavilion, and Hai Yan Sect. It was obvious that Xuan Ling and the other sects were not fighting to the death with Zhenling's side, but were doing their best to delay Zhenling and the other Spiritual Masters, so that they could not rescue Lu Ping, so that Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan would have time to kill Lu Ping.
Although Xuan Ling Sect's side had the upper hand, Hai Yan Sect and Cang Hai Sect had lost a Core Forging cultivator each, and Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan had come to kill Lu Ping. The gap between the two sides was not big, and if they fought to the death, both sides would suffer. Moreover, everyone knew that now was not the time for internal strife in the North Sea. After all, Zhenling's side was one of the pillars of the North Sea's human race against the demon race. At this critical juncture, they could not afford to give the demon race an opportunity.
However, as long as they could kill this sword prodigy who was able to comprehend a great sword divine ability at the early Core Forging stage, it would be a huge loss and a heavy blow to Zhenling.
However, Lu Ping's performance once again stunned all the cultivators present. At this time, although Lu Ping was being chased by Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan in the sky above Frost Island, and was suppressed to the point where he could barely fight back, Lu Ping was still able to hold on. He was not easily killed by Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan as the others had imagined.
Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan stretched out her arms, and a huge ice ring suddenly appeared in the sky, surrounding Lu Ping and Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan.
Lu Ping took the opportunity to shout, "Fall!"
"Landslide" smashed down from the sky with great power.
Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan didn't even look at the "Landslide" above her head. An ice pillar suddenly appeared in front of her, and forcibly pushed "Landslide" away.
Ever since Lu Ping obtained "Landslide", he rarely missed when attacking his opponents, but this time, it really didn't have the slightest effect.
A long whip suddenly appeared in Lu Ping's hand. With a flick of the long whip, it coiled around the "Landslide" that was flying in the sky, and then fiercely swung downwards. "Landslide" carried an even greater power than before as it smashed towards Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan.
This time, Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan finally glanced at the "Landslide" that was whistling towards her. Following the change of her hand seal, the outer ice ring suddenly shook, and the "Landslide" that was whistling towards Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan suddenly stopped in the air along with the vibration of the ice ring. Immediately after, Lu Ping's entire body tensed up, and an invisible force from all directions imprisoned him in the air.
This was definitely a great magical technique!
Lu Ping's expression finally changed, and the True Yuan in his body violently vibrated again. A faint blue light overflowed from the surface of Lu Ping's body, but it was firmly suppressed by the invisible force, unable to spread out. It seemed as if Lu Ping's entire body had turned blue.
Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan's expression was still solemn, but her demeanor was a lot more relaxed. Clearly, a cultivator who had just advanced to the Core Forging stage was able to last until now against a veteran late Core Forging stage eighth layer Core Forging stage cultivator. In the North Sea, perhaps there wasn't such a person like this.
However, the more unbelievable Lu Ping's performance was, the more determined Shui WuHuan was to kill him. Lu Ping's current prowess was already so shocking, if he were to live until the Avatar Realm, would anyone else be able to survive?
Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan's Water Mist Muslin once again danced in the sky, spiraling towards Lu Ping. Lu Ping had personally witnessed the power of the Water Mist Muslin. As long as it wrapped around him, even Lu Ping's protective Qi, which was not inferior to a defensive magic treasure, would not be able to withstand a few entanglements from the Water Mist Muslin.
On the other side, Spiritual Master Xuan Sen saw that Lu Ping was in danger, and couldn't help but roar in anger. If it wasn't for Lu Ping's Meridian Nourishing Pill, his cultivation would have already been destroyed, and his lifespan would have been exhausted. Lu Ping had practically saved his life, and he was very clear about Lu Ping's position in the sect.
Spiritual Master Xuan Sen used his full strength, and Spiritual Master Lv Xuheng, who was fighting him, was shocked. For a moment, he couldn't even lift his head, and almost broke out of the encirclement. Thanks to the help of Spiritual Master Hai Jing of the Ocean Flame Sect, Spiritual Master Lv Xuheng's predicament was resolved, and Spiritual Master Xuan Sen was once again blocked.
However, at this moment, Lv Xuheng was quite fearful. He didn't expect that this Spiritual Master Zhenling, who had always kept a low profile, would be severely injured by the Demon Clan the last time. He didn't expect that after a few years, not only would he not show any signs of injury, but his cultivation would also improve. What shocked him even more was that, judging from the strength that this person had just displayed, if it was a one-on-one fight, he would most likely not be his opponent.
Thinking about how Zhenling had been thriving all these years, while Xuan Ling Sect had been stagnant, Spiritual Master Lv Xuheng couldn't help but shudder. This Zhenling was used to hiding his strength, and he was definitely plotting something big. In the North Sea, no matter what kind of conspiracy Zhenling had, he would not go around Xuan Ling Sect. Therefore, a fierce clash between the two sects could be foreseen in the future.
Fortunately, this time, he could at least kill this kid who could compete with Martial Nephew Ouyang Weijian, and also make Zhenling suffer a big loss. Anyway, with Shui Wuhuan taking the blame and letting Liu Tianling cause trouble for Shui Yan Pavilion, he could pull Shui Yan Pavilion to his side and suppress Zhenling together.
However, before Spiritual Master Lv Xuheng could continue to imagine how he would deal with the various sects in the North Sea in the future, he only heard a sharp cry resounding through the sky. When Spiritual Master Lv Xuheng turned to look, he saw a golden sword tip slowly poking out of Lu Ping's chest, which was imprisoned in the ice ring. The sharp cry expanded as the sword tip vibrated rapidly. The Golden Scale Sword was first the sword tip, followed by the sword blade, and then the sword hilt, forcibly breaking through Shui Wuhuan's ice ring and stabbing out!
Spiritual Master Shui Wuhuan's expression changed drastically. Shui Yansha sped up and flew towards Lu Ping.
However, at this moment, Lu Ping's face turned from scarlet to blue. This time, he directly used the Golden Scale Sword in the heart's space. This was definitely a risk, but Lu Ping felt that it was worth it.
The rapidly vibrating Golden Scale Sword formed a small sword vortex in a very small range, gradually crushing the invisible binding force around it. The space that the Golden Scale Sword could move in was also getting bigger and bigger.
Finally, before Shui Yansha swept over, the Golden Scale Sword emitted a sword light that soared into the sky. The Sea of Hundred Rivers was fully activated, and a turbulent sword vortex rushed out.
Lu Ping felt the binding force in front of him suddenly disappear, and an invisible passage had already extended in the direction of the sword technique.
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