The other casual cultivators in the building heard this and all echoed -
"That's right, his name is Chu Pingan, not an unknown person!"
"You sect cultivators, keep your eyes open and watch. The one who suppressed and beat Bu Xueting in the spiritual mirror is one of our tens of millions of casual cultivators. His name is Chu Pingan!"
"Yes, keep your eyes peeled for your moves!"
When some disciples from sects and aristocratic families in the building saw that they were being ridiculed by a group of casual cultivators, they all immediately retorted with displeasure.
Seeing that the noise was getting louder and louder, the owner of Wenhe Tower finally couldn't help shouting:
"Everyone of you, if you continue to make such noise, get out of here."
Seeing that the landlord wanted to ask people to leave, everyone stopped making noise.
And amidst the noise, Xu Taiping finally forced the snow court to the edge of the cliff.
Seeing the moment when the outcome was about to be decided, the building became silent once again.
"boom!"
At this time, the long sword in Xu Taiping's hand once again turned into a fist, using a force that could only be exerted by boxing, shaking Bu Xueting back repeatedly.
But at that moment when he was about to fall into the cliff in the snow garden, the muscles of his foot that was still on the edge of the cliff suddenly expanded suddenly, bursting the trouser legs and shoes, and then he could only rely on a few toes. He grabbed hold of the cliff wall and pulled back the body that was about to fall into the cliff.
As if he had been planning this attack for a long time, he suddenly used his toes to pull back the body that had fallen into the cliff, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand pierced Xu Taiping's chest without any warning.
After Bu Xueting was knocked away, everyone thought he would fall directly into the cliff, and Xu Taiping was no exception.
So facing Bu Xueting's sudden sword attack, Xu Taiping relied on instinct to block it with his right hand holding the sword.
"Chi!"
Immediately, with the sound of flesh being pierced, the palm of Xu Taiping's right hand was pierced by Bu Xueting's sword.
The long knife in Xu Taiping's hand fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Bu Xueting raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then drew out his long sword with a "swish" sound, and then stabbed Xu Taiping between the eyebrows with the sword.
When the long sword thrust out, Bu Xueting said with a smile:
"Boy, you lost."
The purpose of his sword just now was to seal Xu Taiping's left hand and his sword.
"boom!"
Just when Bu Xueting's sword was about to pierce his forehead, Xu Taiping's heels suddenly kicked on the ground, and his body jumped back, narrowly avoiding Bu Xueting's sword.
But soon, Bu Xueting's sword, like the lightning, once again carried dozens of sword shadows and stabbed straight at Xu Taiping.
At this time, Xu Taiping's feet had just landed, and there was no way to grow.
So he opened his fist and punched the dozens of sword shadows.
"boom!"
Amidst the loud noise, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Although Xu Taiping's punch blocked Bu Xueting's sword, the flesh on his hand was a bloody mess.
Even one of his fingers was broken.
But Xu Taiping seemed to feel no pain. After one punch, he opened his fist again and faced the sword thrust by Bu Xueting and smashed it.
"boom!"
There was another loud noise, and Xu Taiping once again used his flesh and blood to smash away Bu Xueting's stabbing sword.
But just like before, the hand that Xu Taiping punched with was once again covered in flesh and blood.
You can even clearly see the white bones on the back of his hand and forearm.
But despite this, when Bu Xueting drew his sword, he still raised his fist with firm eyes.
"boom!"
Amidst the collision of fists and swords, Xu Taiping's fist once again smashed the Longyou Sword away.
But the moment before it was smashed open, Bu Xueting's sharp Longyou sword slashed along the back of Xu Taiping's hand to his shoulder, cutting off a large piece of skin.
Seeing this scene, everyone in front of the spiritual mirror couldn't help but feel numb.
Zhao Linglong, who was in the Yanyu Peak attic, clenched her fists tightly after seeing this scene and murmured unbearably:
"Taiping, if the knife is lost, stop fighting and admit defeat!"
In his opinion, Bu Xueting was not one of those evil cultivators. If Xu Taiping chose to admit defeat, the other party would definitely agree.
But obviously, Xu Taiping was not ready to admit defeat.
"Zheng!..."
As another sword sound sounded, Xu Taiping directly took up the boxing stance of the running bull formation and punched Bu Xueting's sword light.
The reason why there is no Ancestral Saint Fist is because his energy and blood are almost exhausted.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Immediately afterwards, the sound of the collision between the fist gang and the sword gang continued. Xu Taiping seemed to have gone crazy, using his fist with white bones exposed, punching the sword shadow of Bu Xueting one after another.
"boom!"
Finally, after throwing out one hundred and eight punches, Xu Taiping's bloody fist hit Bu Xueting's Longyou Sword hard with the power of one hundred and eight punches.
"boom!"
With a loud sound like the cracking of gold and stone, Xu Taiping's fist finally shook the Longyou Sword away from Bu Xueting.
Then, seeing the right moment, he punched Bu Xueting straight in the face.
Although he saw the timing very accurately, Bu Xueting still used all his energy and blood to take a step back when he punched, just like what he did on the edge of the cliff before.
After retreating, Bu Xueting knew that Xu Taiping's fist could not hit him. He looked at Xu Taiping's fist with a calm expression and said:
"You used fists, not knives. You can't hurt me from this distance."
But just after he finished speaking, he saw a somewhat "ferocious" smile on Xu Taiping's blood-stained face.
Immediately, as if he was struck by lightning, he stood frozen and said: "Miscalculation!"
Almost at the same time, Xu Taiping swung his fist at Bu Xueting, and suddenly changed the fist into a sword, the fist into a sword, the fist into a palm, and a "knife" struck him on the head.
"Uh-huh!"
Amidst the harsh sound of cracking the air, Xu Taiping used his hand as a knife to split Bu Xueting's body in half.
Then, with a "bang" sound, Bu Xueting's figure turned into a ball of sword energy and dissipated.
Seeing this, Xu Taiping grinned and said:
"If you draw a sword, it doesn't have to be a sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice was heard coming from the sword energy transformed by Bu Xue Ting's body——
"admire."
"In this round, I, Bu Xueting, lost. If there is a chance, please go up to the mountain and teach me, my dear friend Ping An."
Hearing this, Xu Taiping raised his two bloody arms, bowed his hands respectfully towards the direction where Bu Xueting's figure disappeared, and said:
"Thank you, senior, for your advice. If given the chance, I will definitely come up to the mountain again and ask for advice!"
After saying this, Xu Taiping dragged his two bloody arms and turned his head to look at the top of the Ten Thousand Evil Peak.
I saw that on the top of the mountain, the hall made of gold was particularly dazzling in the sunlight.
Xu Taiping licked his chapped lips, took a deep breath, and then walked towards the last step again with firm eyes.
By walking up this step, he had successfully reached the top.
So in the afterglow of the setting sun, almost the entire monks in Liuxian Town stared unblinkingly at the spiritual mirror in front of them, staring at the path dragging two bloody arms as they walked step by step towards the top of the peak. Xu Taiping went.
