Chapter 166: Chapter 118: Set Yin and Yang, Divide Two Forms, An Eye for an Eye_3

It seems there is no delay from raising the sword to its downward chop.

Tong Biao’s sword hadn’t extended three inches, yet the greatsword was already upon him.

"How is this possible?"

Tong Biao’s heart raced; he realized that this Primordial Sword Form appeared to be a Primordial Sword but was somehow different.

He had never seen anyone use the Primordial Sword so swiftly.

Unreasonably fast.

Deep down, he vaguely thought of a sword technique similar to the greatsword before him.

However, that sword technique merged into the gentle breeze, turning into a Shadowless Sword.

Completely unlike the current situation, simply straightforward and uncomplicated... just fast and heavy, leaving no room to react.

Seen but can’t be blocked.

Before it cuts the person, it cuts the heart...

That’s how terrifying it is.

Without thinking, his steps halted as his Inner Qi furiously surged into the soles of his feet, instantly transforming forward movement into retreat.

As the Sword Form spun, it lightly touched the Sword Body of the greatsword, Sword Blade burst with starlight, forming the shape of a giant door, completely enveloping him.

This is the Merak Sword of the Seven-Star Sword, transforming the sword into a giant door.

A division inside and outside the door.

Embodied defense within offense, exquisitely intricate.

Even so, Tong Biao still felt somewhat insecure...

He clenched his teeth, reversed his Qi Mechanism, and was ready to use the Star Essence Infusion technique of ’Seven Stars Falling into the Vast Sky’.

Danger loomed overhead.

Even if it damages his body, there’s no choice.

"It’s useless..."

Chen Ping chuckled softly, landed on the ground, and took a step forward.

Behind him, his Qi Mechanism surged like waves, roaring and screeching, dragging a long white wave of Qi.

The ground cracked layer by layer, slabs shattered into dust.

Before the smoke even rose, he swung the low Black Gold Greatsword like a dragon turning over, and with a swoosh, it stirred up multiple sword shadows...

[Separating Yin and Yang].

These few Primordial Sword Forms Chen Ping had seen Han Xiaoru use twice, and he remembered the gestures and appearance of the Sword Techniques.

He imitated it now; although not perfect, it was adequate.

A sword lifted and swung backward, the left side churned with dust, while the right side remained clear and bright...

Seeing this, disciples of the Primordial Sword Sect exclaimed, hearts thudding wildly, calling out in their hearts, "Does the Primordial Sword have such power, such potential?"

"Swoosh..."

A dull sound.

As the Sword Momentum swept across.

Tong Biao’s sword created a giant door phantom, diagonally split in two.

His sword was similarly cleaved into two halves...

A line of blood shot to the sky and exploded into a mist amidst the sharp sword wind, like hazy drizzle.

Intense starlight had just descended from the horizon into Tong Biao’s body, while Chen Ping had already retrieved the sword in hand.

He retreated to the spot where he first entered the fray, glancing back, his expression slightly awkward: "Master Gao, I did say my swordsmanship is not refined, lacking control, and if I accidentally hurt someone, it wouldn’t be good. See, such trouble."

"You... you you!"

Gao Yue’s eyes widened, pointing at Chen Ping, both angry and hurt.

A breath was stuck in his chest, too tangled to speak coherently.

On the other end of the arena, Tong Biao stood transfixed, throat gnarled, similarly wide-eyed, staring at Chen Ping in terror.

Without uttering a word, his head fell to the ground, blown by the wind.

Earlier the [Separating Yin and Yang] cleaved not only the dust in the arena and the Fine Steel Treasure Sword but also Tong Biao’s neck.

Just like Tong Biao earlier intended to sever Han Xiaoru’s neck with a sword.

Chen Ping returned favor for favor, a single sword swing, sword leaving no trace, severing his opponent’s neck like flowing light.

His sword was too fast, too fierce!

So much so that even after retreating a great distance, the head took a moment before it fell.

All of a sudden.

Silence pervaded.

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