"How is it possible, impossible, what kind of swordsmanship are you doing?"
The quasi-sage of the Chongling Sword Clan was stunned and exclaimed in disbelief.
She had always thought that their swordsmanship was the most powerful among the Spiritual Sword Clan. Even if there were anyone who could compare with her, they shouldn't exist now.
But what she didn't expect was that Wang Ping's sword was actually more powerful than hers.
Although Wang Ping's Blood Sword Divine River Killing Technique seems a bit unconventional, after all, losing is losing.
In the minds of the saints of the Chongling Sword Clan, their swords should be invincible.
Even if the opponent's sword doesn't take the usual path, it should still be invincible.
"You must know that there is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, and the incomparably excellent me in front of you is the sky outside the sky, and the person outside the world."
"So if you lose to me, don't be sad or discouraged, because this is inevitable."
Listening to the disbelieving exclamation of the Chongling Sword Clan saint, Wang Ping said cheerfully.
It has to be said that the magical powers given to him by the system are so powerful. No wonder the system is so loud.
In his mind, the system was speechless listening to Wang Ping's words.
What's happened to this host recently? His strength can't be improved in a short period of time, but his face is getting worse.
The system suspects that if it had arms and legs and could move, it would definitely deal with its host severely.
"inevitable?"
Listening to Wang Ping's words, the Saint of the Spirit Sword Clan was stunned.
After reacting, the Saint of Chongling Sword Clan became furious and his face was filled with frost.
"You are talking nonsense. If you have the ability, you can control the corrosive power on your blood sword. We will only compete with swords."
Wang Ping said cheerfully: "Okay, you can't go back on what you said."
In addition to the Blood Sword Divine River Killing Technique, Wang Ping also has several sword techniques, all of which are rewarded by the system. If you ask yourself, they are not too bad.
He nodded to the Saint of the Spirit Sword Clan: "If you can still suppress me, I will let you go."
"No, no, no, I can suppress you. It's inevitable to rush over. You have to agree to my other conditions."
Wang Ping shook his head and wondered what the saint of the Spirit Sword Clan was thinking. Should he be considered stupid?
His eyes flashed, and the woman from the Chongling Sword Clan suddenly thought of something. Her eyes narrowed and she said, "You shameless guy, don't make any mistakes. We from the Chongling Sword Clan will not agree to you even if we die."
While speaking, the saint from the Chongling Sword Clan subconsciously put his hand on his chest and looked at Wang Ping warily.
The confused Wang Ping had a question mark on his forehead. What does it mean? What does it mean?
What a crooked idea? Did he have any crooked idea?
Looking at the movements of the Saint of the Chongling Sword Clan, Wang Ping quickly understood the crooked idea spoken by the Saint of the Chongling Sword Clan.
Seeing their own saint like this, the other people from the Chongling Sword Clan behind the Chongling Sword Clan saint all showed nervous expressions on their faces.
"Hey, are you mistaken? I didn't say anything and you just said I had a wrong idea. Don't be so narcissistic?"
Wang Ping couldn't laugh or cry, although he admitted that these women from the Chongling Sword Clan were beauties, and their figures were translucent, giving them a different kind of beauty.
But the problem is that Brother Ping, Taoist Brother, is not a beast. He gets impulsive when he sees a woman.
"You're still pretending, you're just coveting our beauty."
He snorted softly and said proudly to the Saint of the Spirit Sword Clan.
Wang Ping had a headache: "My eldest sister, you really think too much. My condition is that after you lose, you will follow me."
"You still said no, let us follow you, but you are greedy for our bodies, shameless, despicable and shameless!"
After hearing what Wang Ping said, he was furious at the Saint of the Spirit Sword Clan.
The other people from the Spirit Sword Clan behind him all yelled at Wang Ping.
"You are going too far. Even if I really have crooked ideas, why don't you think that I am not worthy of you?"
Wang Ping's face was extremely dark. These people from the Spirit Sword Clan didn't play according to common sense at all.
The Chongling Sword Clan member was stunned for a moment, and responded to Wang Ping with a more violent curse than before.
"You are shameless, and you are complacent if you have some strength. Does this mean you are excellent?"
"We, the people of the Spirit Sword Clan, don't like weak people, so give up!"
"Think too much, you are just not good enough for us, you shameless, dirty bastard."
"If you still say no, you've exposed your true thoughts, you dirty, despicable and ugly guy."
Wang Ping was drowned by the chirping sounds, and it was hard for him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
There is no doubt that talking at this time is of no use, so Wang Ping takes action directly.
The Xingchen Biluo Sword, which had not been used for a long time, flashed in his hand. Wang Ping boldly and directly used the Nine Suns Sword Technique, and it was also the power of Nine Suns.
Nine groups of dazzling rays of light hung in the sky, like nine small suns.
The people of the Chongling Sword Clan who were making noise were so shocked that they all shut up.
There is darkness under this abyss of wilderness, not to mention strong light, not even light.
Because there has always been a taboo in the Great Abyss, that is, if a light is too bright, the person will encounter bad luck in a few days.
All along, everyone in the Great Desolate Abyss has tried their best to exercise restraint, and even if they take action, they try to cover the light in their magical powers.
But now, the guy in front of me has directly produced such a dazzling light.
But it's not surprising. This guy must have just arrived in the Great Desolate Abyss and doesn't know the situation here.
The light on the Gouwu tribe's side not long before the contact was made, and everyone had already guessed who was behind it.
"Where do these ignorant people come from?"
From a deep pool in the depths of the Great Desolate Abyss, a huge snake with pitch-black scales emerged, its eyes flashing and sneering.
Deeper inside the big snake, there was a large group of creatures the size of normal humans and looking like bats.
Seeing the light, these bat creatures cursed one by one, saying things like seeking death, stupidity, and idiots.
Deeper down, there was a creature whose body was pitch black, like a human, but with purple eyes. His eyes were flickering, but he didn't speak much.
Behind the figure was a man with the same name as the figure. Everyone stood quietly without saying a word.
Wang Ping didn't know about this messy thing, and he wouldn't be afraid even if he knew about it.
Anyone who dares to pretend to be a ghost in front of his brother Ping, regardless of whether he is a real ghost or a fake ghost, will be killed by him.
"Shut up, everyone. You really think you are a flower. Bah, even if it is a flower, does the cow dung really want the flowers to be planted? It is clearly a forced flower."
"Let's talk about you guys. You are so weak. Who gave you the courage to think that I would like you? In the eyes of my brother Ping, you are just a pile of ruined flowers and willows."
"Why are you staring? Are you not convinced? Weak people have no right to speak. Shut up."
Wang Ping didn't give him any face, and just scolded him.
He didn't know where these women from the Chongling Sword Clan got their confidence.
Is it also because of the strength of the tribe in the past?
But no matter how powerful he is, he was still in the past, and he is not the same now.
As he spoke, Wang Ping used the move he was preparing to launch at the Saint of the Chongling Sword Clan.
The saint of the Chongling Sword Clan did not dare to neglect, and displayed his powerful methods with a solemn expression.
Amidst the roaring sound of explosions, the Saint of the Chongling Sword Clan was forced to retreat by Wang Ping.
Wang Ping once again used his sword skills to suppress the saint from the Chongling Sword Clan.
Wang Ping obtained this Nine Yang Sword Technique a long time ago.
At the time, I thought it was just like that, but now that I use it, I feel that it is not that simple. In the past, Wang Ping never showed the true power of the Nine Yang Sword Technique.
