Martial Arts: After ten years of sword-drawing, the Sword God must bow his head when he sees me

Chapter 72: Cutting the weeds without eradicating the roots, the spring breeze will bring new growth

If it had been just now, Pang Ban would have only shown disdain upon hearing Shen Ping'an's words.

But now, feeling the powerful pressure coming from Shen Ping'an, even Pang Ban, who used to be extremely arrogant, could no longer show his arrogance and arrogance.

He just stared at Shen Pingan without saying a word, his expression extremely solemn.

Gradually, cyclones condensed from sword energy began to reverberate around the sword shadow in Shen Ping'an's hand.

With Pang Ban's mental power, he could clearly feel that although the area around Shen Ping'an seemed calm at the moment, in fact, the area within ten feet of his body was filled with invisible energy.

At the same time, an indescribable sharpness was constantly brewing from Shen Ping'an's body.

A chill quickly rose from Pang Ban's spine and spread throughout his body.

Under the intense palpitations, Pang Ban's hands under his sleeves were clenched into fists.

The throbbing of his eyebrows and the warning in his heart reminded Pang Ban to leave quickly.

However, his breath had been locked by Shen Ping'an, so Pang Ban didn't dare to move at all.

After a while, the mountain wind began to howl.

however.

Just as the dust raised by the mountain wind flew towards Shen Ping'an, Pang Ban, who had been enduring the pressure, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

With a low roar, purple and black energy burst out from Pang Ban's body like flames, making Pang Ban look like a demon god in the world.

His figure flashed repeatedly as if teleporting, and in the blink of an eye he appeared five feet in front of Shen Pingan.

When his body was in the air, gliding like a wild goose in the sky, Pang Ban had already clenched his right fist and blasted towards Shen Ping'an with two boiling energies.

"Puff puff"

Wherever the fist passed, the surrounding air exploded due to the terrifying power contained in this punch.

You can imagine the power contained in this punch.

You know, with Pang Ban's cultivation and strength.

Any random move is almost reaching the extreme.

Not to mention the disciples of the six major sects and the Ming Cult, even Song Yuanqiao and Kong Wen, who have reached the Guiyuan Realm, would not be able to see clearly the movements of Pang Ban.

But the strange thing is that although Pang Ban's punch was extremely fast, no matter whether it was the warriors in Guiyuan Realm such as Song Yuanqiao, or the ordinary disciples in the six major sects and Mingjiao whose cultivation level was only at Tongmai Realm, they all felt that the fist shadow was dragging slowly in the air at a snail's pace.

This contradictory difference in vision and speed made everyone feel inexplicably suffocated.

The punch hasn't arrived yet, but the energy has already arrived.

There was an extraordinary sense of dominance in the style of the fist, which was exactly the fist spirit mastered by Pang Ban.

Even though they were far away, the wind generated by Pang Ban's punch made the corners of Shen Ping'an's clothes flutter.

Facing the fist shadow that was flying towards him in mid-air, Shen Ping'an's deep eyes did not show any strange color.

Some are just as calm as Gu Bo.

"Yan!"

However, when Pang Ban was less than three feet away from Shen Pingan with this ferocious punch.

As the sword shadow condensed by true energy and sword intent in Shen Ping'an's hand vibrated, the sound of sword that seemed to have existed since ancient times suddenly resounded throughout the world.

A powerful aura suddenly burst out from Shen Ping'an's body.

Under this terrifying aura, Shen Pingan seemed to have transformed into a sharp and peerless sword, shining brightly.

As his body, which was originally slightly tilted because of his left hand, suddenly straightened, the sword shadow that was originally placed at his left waist quickly penetrated into Shen Ping'an's right hand.

When the two fingers were put together, sword intent, true energy and sword energy all burst out from the fingertips, turning into a white sword light that made the sky and the earth pale in comparison.

Although it was only ten feet in size, when the sword light flashed across the sky, it made people feel as if it had the power to cut through the sky and split the earth.

The sword light was like a meteor, and it also seemed like a galaxy falling from the sky.

Wherever he passed, the space seemed to be broken open, leaving behind ripples that collided with Pang Ban's fist, which was carrying immense and ferocious power.

As the sword intent and the sword force of "Heaven-Cutting Sword Art" condensed in the sword light, the sword light actually cut through the fist wind and energy around Pang Ban's punch with a brutal force.

Sensing the horror of the sword light, Pang Ban was greatly shocked. He used all his strength to activate his magic power. The true energy and energy like a tide instantly rushed out of his body and gathered on his fist.

However, no matter how much true energy and mental power Pang Ban poured into his fist, facing the sword force contained in the sword light in front of him, it was easily cut in half like tofu pudding just out of the pot.

The sword light was like a rainbow, breaking through the last layer of true energy condensed in Pang Ban's fist, and then forcibly tore apart the protective energy around Pang Ban with an unmatched force.

After cutting Pang Ban's fist, the remaining force entered Pang Ban's chest and exited from the back.

The remaining sword light rushed out for nearly thirty feet and landed. The sword intent and sword energy condensed in the sword light then dissipated, bringing up dust all over the sky.

When the dust settled, dozens of sword marks ten feet long, one foot wide, and about one foot deep were seen on the ground.

This scene caused the people from the six major sects and the Ming Cult to be shocked and terrified.

In the field, Pang Ban staggered back a step and spat out a mouthful of blood.

As he spat out this mouthful of blood, Pang Ban's body, as if it had lost all its strength, fell down helplessly.

Blood continued to flow out from his chest, staining the rocks beneath him.

The setting sun shone on Pang Ban's eyes, and there was still a lingering trace of unwillingness and fear in those eyes that were full of life.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for achieving the achievement, Slay the Demon Master with a Sword, and obtain 1 achievement treasure chest.] Meanwhile, Zhao Min was stunned as she watched Pang Ban lying lifeless on the ground.

The reactions of Jiumozhi and King Jinlun on the side were not much better.

Looking at Pang Ban's body, both of them were stunned and speechless.

As the contemporary magician of the Magician Palace, Jiumozhi and King Jinlun are naturally aware of Pang Ban's strength.

He once killed a warrior of the first level of Tianren Realm in the Yuan Dynasty with the cultivation level of the eighth level of Tiangang Realm.

Not to mention that Pang Ban’s cultivation has now reached the ninth level of Tiangang Realm.

Even if Jiumozhi and King Jinlun attacked at the same time, they could not withstand more than a hundred moves from Pang Ban.

But even someone as strong as Pang Ban couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from Shen Ping'an.

But before the two of them could think about it, they saw Shen Ping'an's gaze turned slightly, and his calm and indifferent eyes fell on them.

It was a peaceful and indifferent look, but to Jiumozhi and King Jinlun, it was like two icy blades piercing directly into their spines.

The chill condensed from fear caused Jiumozhi and King Jinlun to shiver uncontrollably.

then.

In front of everyone, Jiumozhi and King Jinlun circulated their internal Qi, and they quickly dodged to the left and right.

Taking this scene in, Shen Pingan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then he sneered in his heart, flicked his long sleeves, and three strands of energy burst out from his fingertips and landed on Pang Ban's body. Then, sword energy burst out from under Shen Ping'an's feet.

While chasing after King Jinlun, he transmitted his true energy to Yan Shisan.

"Senior Yan, please take care of that monk."

Almost at the moment when he heard the sound, Yan Shisan also immediately moved and rushed towards Jiumozhi.

It was also when Shen Ping'an set off that King Jinlun felt something and turned his head quickly.

"You're chasing me?"

When King Jinlun saw Shen Ping'an, who was wearing black clothes and walking on sword energy, chasing after him, he shook his body and forced out more true energy to increase his speed.

Although Shen Pingan did not obtain high-level martial arts from the system.

However, the toe sword in "The Innate Invisible Sword Qi that Breaks the Body" is actually a sophisticated martial art of lightness.

Combined with the special sword-shaped true qi obtained from practicing "Innate Invisible Sword Qi that Breaks the Body", Shen Ping'an's body movements became incredibly fast.

Not to mention that Shen Ping'an's cultivation has now reached the ninth level of Tiangang Realm.

How can King Jinlun's speed compare with Shen Ping'an?
In just ten breaths, he had caught up with King Jinlun from the mountainside.

Seeing the two sides getting closer, King Jinlun, while practicing Qinggong, made the air flow under his feet, and transmitted his true Qi, "This humble monk and the donor had no enmity before today. I was only entrusted with the matter at Guangmingding today, and I did not intentionally become an enemy of the young master. Why must the donor kill me?"

Shen Ping'an's response was also very simple.

“If you cut the weeds without removing the roots, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows.”

Shen Pingan never likes to start something with great success but not finish it.

It would be fine if you didn't take action.

Now that we have started, we must make sure the other party dies completely.

So as not to let the tiger return to the mountain.

Facing Shen Ping'an's murderous words, King Jinlun gritted his teeth and said solemnly, "Your strength is unfathomable. How dare I seek death by causing trouble for you? As long as you are willing to spare me, I promise that I will never set foot in the Ming Kingdom again in my lifetime. How do you think?"

Hearing this, Shen Pingan said calmly: "Instead of gambling on whether the master will keep his promise, it is better to settle it once and for all today."

As the words fell, as the distance between the two of them narrowed a little, the sword energy in Shen Ping'an's body surged, and he raised his hand and pointed at King Jinlun in the air.

Lines of sword energy burst out from the fingertips, and then condensed into a three-meter-long and extremely powerful sword shadow in the air.

Sensing the movement behind him, King Jinlun quickly turned his head.

When he looked at the sword shadow rushing towards him from behind, King Jinlun felt a chill in his heart.

He didn't even dare to take the attack head-on, so he channeled his Qi into his Dantian and rolled forcefully to the side. He touched the ground lightly like cotton and then bounced off.

But the delay just now was enough for Shen Pingan to catch up.

As his figure flashed behind King Jinlun, Shen Pingan pointed his fingers like a sword and stabbed at King Jinlun's back.

The condensed sword intent and sword energy broke through the protective aura around King Jinlun and hit King Jinlun's back.

In an instant, the condensed sword intent and sword energy directly pierced through King Jinlun's chest, and the remaining sword energy and sword intent rushed into King Jinlun's body and ravaged it wildly.

As his heart was injured, the remaining sword intent and sword energy severed King Jinlun's heart meridians. Suddenly, King Jinlun's strength seemed to be quickly sucked away by something, and his body fell to the ground weakly.

At the moment when his body was about to hit the ground, several sword energies flew past the ground and then landed on King Jinlun's body, blowing his body three feet away.

At this moment, all kinds of memories flashed through King Jinlun's mind like a kaleidoscope.

Eventually, all the memory fragments faded away, leaving only unwillingness and regret in the eyes and heart.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for achieving +1000 points].

(End of this chapter)