Bang! Bang! Bang!
The water net that Lu Ping had set up broke several times under the impact of the white fog. Seeing that the water net was about to break, Lu Ping waved at the broken water net, and a strange dragon appeared above the white fog.
The strange jiao circled in the air and roared at the thing in the white mist below. Then, it dove headfirst into the mist, causing the white mist to tumble and tumble. However, Lu Ping didn't know what was happening inside. His divine sense was blocked when it came into contact with the white mist. He could only sense it through the [Azure Jiao Sea Disturbance Art].
What was in there?
Lu Ping did not dare to be careless. Seeing how easily the opponent had broken through half of Lu Ping's Water Control Technique, Lu Ping knew that the opponent's ability was even higher than Dharma adepts like Qin Xue and Laozu, who had fallen at the hands of Lu Ping.
The white fog tumbled, and Lu Ping's gaze drifted over. His hands suddenly stopped moving. A golden scale flashed in front of Lu Ping's eyes, and it was immediately covered by the tumbling fog. It seemed that the thing hidden in the white fog had accidentally revealed itself in the process of fighting with the green dragon that Lu Ping had summoned.
Lu Ping immediately activated the Dual Flying Swords, and the Beautiful Autumn Dew Sword flew by Lu Ping's side, the tip of the sword pointing in the direction of the tumbling white fog.
At this time, Lu Ping had already sensed that the green dragon that he had placed in the white fog was at a disadvantage in the battle with the thing hidden in it.
Lu Ping flicked his finger, and a stream of water stretched forward, then transformed into a long, thin sword. The long sword flew up high, opposite the Dual Flying Swords, the tip of the sword also pointed at the white fog.
The long roar from the white mist was filled with excitement. Lu Ping could sense that the green Jiao Dragon was already at the end of its tether. The existence hidden in the white mist had dissected the green Jiao Dragon, leaving it riddled with wounds. If it weren't for the fact that Lu Ping had summoned it with a spell, it would have died a long time ago.
Lu Ping pointed to the empty space on the other side. There seemed to be a flash of blue in the air, but when he looked closely, there was nothing there.
The four flying swords hung around the cave mansion, their tips pointed at the white mist. At this moment, the white mist suddenly gave off a sound of collapse. Rain sprinkled out of the white mist and fell into the cave mansion at the bottom of the cave.
Lu Ping made a sign with both hands, then suddenly put his hands together and shouted, "Ha!"
The four flying swords hanging around the white mist shone brightly, and countless sword shadows separated from the four flying swords. In just a moment, the entire cave mansion was filled with the sword shadows of the flying swords, leaving only the space where the white mist was. All the sword shadows pointed their tips at the white mist, and the cold sword light gradually rose in the cave mansion, ready to turn into a killing intent at any time.
The thing hidden in the white fog seemed to have sensed the unparalleled killing intent of Lu Ping's four flying swords. The white fog that was originally like boiling water seemed to calm down at this time, as if it was thinking or hesitating about something.
At this time, Lu Ping suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. Linglong was already sitting on it. Looking at the white fog in the distance, Linglong put her hand in front of her mouth and spat out a blood-red gem. She handed it to Lu Ping and said, "Here, this is what was left when I refined that strange lizard just now!"
The gemstone was only a little bigger than a fingernail, but Lu Ping could tell at a glance that this blood-red gemstone was made of the same material as the blood stone he obtained from the secret land in the Fallen Star Secret Land.
Lu Ping was slightly happy in his heart. He was about to reach out and take the gem, but suddenly he heard an angry roar in the white fog. The white fog that was originally confronting Lu Ping's sword formation suddenly rushed towards Lu Ping. The white fog that was previously rolled up suddenly stretched into a long cloud.
A golden claw suddenly came out of the depths of the white fog and grabbed the blood-red gem in Lu Ping's hand. Lu Ping also guessed that the existence in the white fog seemed to have a snake-like body from the scales and half of the claws that were exposed during the white fog's turbulence.
Was it because of this bloodstone?
A thought flashed in Lu Ping's mind, and he shouted, "Come on!"
He made a gesture with one hand and shouted, "Gather!"
The four flying swords joined together from four directions, forming a huge sword net. Countless sword shadows shuttled back and forth in it, like a huge meat grinder. No matter how strong one's strength was, under this sword formation, one would be unable to deal with the omnipresent attacks. In the end, one's true essence would be exhausted, and only death awaited.
The Sea of Hundred Rivers Sword Technique was the one that Lu Ping was most familiar with. He had studied it for the longest time. It was the most powerful sword technique, but it was far from reaching the highest level!
Even though Lu Ping had gone through several fortuitous encounters, causing the Great River Flowing East Sword Technique to have the potential to become a supreme sword technique, Lu Ping could still feel that the profoundness of the Sea of Hundred Rivers Sword Technique was far from what the Great River Flowing East Sword Technique could compare to. Even the highest sword technique of the Surplus Heavens Sect, the Surplus Heavens Sword Technique, which had been passed down for a long time, might not be able to compare to the Sea of Hundred Rivers Sword Technique after it became a supreme sword technique.
The Sea of Hundred Rivers Sword Technique could combine tens of thousands of swords into one. In Lu Ping's opinion, when this sword technique was practiced to the extreme, it could only be summed up in five words: "One Sword to Break All Techniques"!
In the beginning, in order to pursue the power of the sword technique, Lu Ping had already practiced the Sea of Hundred Rivers Sword Technique to the level of a supreme sword technique. However, he had taken a detour after all. The power of this sword technique, from the early stage to the late stage of the Core Forging Realm, didn't increase much in Lu Ping's hands. It only grew along with Lu Ping's cultivation.
It wasn't until Lu Ping helped Celestial Phenomenon Laozu overcome the second tribulation that Lu Ping realized that there was a problem with his swordsmanship. It took him another ten years to gradually correct the mistakes he had made in the Sea of Hundred Rivers Sword Technique.
Lu Ping's cultivation had just advanced, and he wanted to find an opponent to test his strength. Seeing that the existence in the white mist was able to easily break Lu Ping's supreme sword technique, the Art of Water Manipulation, he was naturally interested in a battle.
The existence in the white mist seemed to be able to sense the power of Lu Ping's sword technique. The slender cloud shook its body and swayed its tail. A mysterious force spread out in all directions, pushing away all the sword shadows that were shuttling in all directions. It was unexpectedly able to resist Lu Ping's sword technique.
How could it be so easy!
Lu Ping made a circle with his hands and shouted in a deep voice, "Turn!"
The sword shadows that were shuttling in all directions had unknowingly arranged themselves into a strange shape. As Lu Ping shouted, the countless sword shadows were like an army that had been trained to command like an arm. They patted the neat formation and began to slowly spin with the white mist as the center.
As the sword shadows spun, the huge sword formation began to gradually shrink. Countless sword shadows attacked the existence in the white mist, but they were all repelled after one hit. This caused the white mist to be unable to break free from the strangulation of the sword formation. Waves of angry roars came from the white mist, but it was unable to do anything to Lu Ping.
Lu Ping's expression turned even more solemn. He could feel that his [Sword Skill] was able to cause great pain to the existence in the white mist. However, he couldn't tell if he had caused any harm to the white mist by looking at its surface.
"Suppress its spirituality first, then I will weaken it!"
Linglong, who was sitting on Lu Ping's shoulder, suddenly said.
Lu Ping was startled and said, "You? Didn't you say that this thing has already gained spirituality and can no longer be weakened by the spirit transformation technique? "
Linglong had an expression that said she really couldn't communicate with him. She said, "Can't I make a wrong judgment?"
Lu Ping had a speechless expression, but in his ears, he heard Linglong say, "Although this thing has gained spirituality, it is the same as the previous four kinds of spiritual beasts. In the beginning, it was accelerated by magical powers, not natural growth. Therefore, it is possible to have spirituality. It is only because the great master who used the magical power to accelerate the growth of these spiritual veins was so heaven-defying that this thing can control such a powerful magical power with such a low spirituality. This is really incredible!"
Lu Ping already had some absurd inferences about the existence in the white mist, but he didn't say much. He just followed Linglong's words and condensed a golden cloud in the sky. Then, golden raindrops fell into the white mist.
The Art of Moving Clouds and Summoning Rain, and the medium that Lu Ping used to cast this magical power was the Myriad Poison Paste!
Just like how the existence in the white mist let out a long roar filled with endless anger because of Lu Ping's [Hundred Rivers Sword Skill], this time, when the golden raindrops fell into the mist, it let out a roar filled with fear.
Linglong, who was sitting on Lu Ping's shoulder, swung her legs and said proudly, "See, I said so! It's just that your Myriad Poison Paste doesn't seem to be very suitable! "
The best method to destroy spirituality was naturally a divine sense attack!
Taking advantage of the time when the existence in the white mist was hit by Lu Ping's Art of Moving Clouds and Summoning Rain, Lu Ping's divine sense, which had become more tyrannical after advancing to the ninth layer of Core Forging, pressed down on the white mist with the force of Mount Tai. In one fell swoop, the white mist's isolation effect on divine sense was broken.
Suddenly, a despairing roar came from the white mist, and Lu Ping's expression suddenly changed.
Linglong, who had long been ready to attack, saw Lu Ping's expression change. She didn't bother to ask for the reason and immediately hugged the huge wine cauldron in her arms. Then, she pointed the mouth of the wine cauldron in the direction of the white mist and activated the Spirit Transformation Divine Ability.
The existence in the white mist struggled fiercely, but it was firmly bound in place by the huge whirlpool formed by countless sword shadows. After Lu Ping's divine sense invaded the white mist, the existence in the white mist seemed to become more and more fragile. Under the illumination of Linglong's Spirit Transformation Divine Ability, it could only let out increasingly despairing and weak roars.
The general situation was settled. Lu Ping let out a long sigh of relief. His previously fluctuating expression still carried a trace of inexplicable color.
"What, what did you see? What is that thing? It's so secretive that people can't figure it out. "
"It's nothing. Maybe the great master who created this existence didn't know what it looked like. Or maybe he only knew bits and pieces of it and imagined it out of thin air."
"What do you mean? What don't you know? Your divine sense invaded the white mist, what is inside?"
Lu Ping turned to the curious Linglong and said, "It's better if you don't know!"
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