Chapter 202: Chapter 129: Illusion Heart’s Long Chant, The Real and Fake Master_3

He was completely unaware that the sword had already swept through like waves, killing four constables standing in its path.

A straight thrust, piercing the window, its target straight at the Prefect Pei sitting on the brocade stool with a teacup in hand.

"Ah..."

The color drained from Prefect Pei’s face as his eyes widened, the teacup in his hand falling with a clang.

The sword’s edge had yet to reach him, but the emerald light reflected a ripple of water, long reflected in his eyes, leaving his mind blank.

"So, this is the Illusory Heart Sword."

Chen Ping, with a heart as clear as the bright moon, stood quietly in place.

He had long since replaced the fine steel long sword in his hand, slanting it toward the ground...

His robe fluttered with the wind, appearing entirely unperturbed.

Inside, however, waves rose in his heart, like seeing ripples of sound exploding outward, sweeping to all directions.

The assassin’s form left a long trail of indistinguishable illusions, the sword light intermingling with the sunlight, dazzling and mesmerizing, indistinguishable.

’This attacks comprehensively from aspects of sound, light, momentum, and intent.

Hearing the sound, seeing the sword light, intimidated by the sword momentum, the sword intent had long entered the heart.

Just a Blood Eye Assassin, could play so many tricks?’

He saw Han Xiaoru leaping like a fierce tiger across a stream, her great sword roaring, slashing the air with explosive crackle, seemingly unaware of what fear was, and charging ahead.

The assassin’s mind-confusing, illusion-creating sword technique seemed to have no effect on her.

Her body shone with a bright silver light, mighty and forceful, where the sword light appeared, it truly had a flavor of separating yin and yang, fixing yin and yang, recreating the primordial.

Therefore, Pei Zhengxing’s praise of Han Xiaoru, saying her swordsmanship had reached the realm of Great Success Business, was not entirely exaggeration.

In Chen Ping’s eyes, Han Xiaoru’s mind was pure, truly focusing on something, she could forge ahead with determination and make great strides.

Perhaps in the past, she never fully concentrated her heart and spirit on swordsmanship, or perhaps Han Wushang and Sima Rou’s teaching wasn’t outstanding, somewhat burying her talent in swordsmanship.

During this period, after experiencing life-and-death situations and fighting many battles, driven by a sense of disgrace turned to courage, she saw the marvelous use of Primordial Swordsmanship by Chen Ping, finally finding enlightenment.

Breaking through the last key point of this sword technique, understanding the true intent within the sword.

In Chen Ping’s view, it wasn’t just the extent of Han Xiaoru’s swordsmanship talent.

Rather, it was that the Primordial Technique and Primordial Sword were too fitting for this young lady.

It seemed as if she was naturally meant to cultivate this Golden Body Technique, naturally meant to practice the Primordial Sword.

Ordinary techniques in her hands became unconsciously more imposing than others’.

"Boom..."

The explosion of Qi force reverberated loudly, sweeping across the study, with cups, plates, tables, and chairs all bursting into powder, a gale sweeping in all directions.

Yet, Han Xiaoru had merely achieved Minor Achievement in the Silver Body, her cultivation was insufficient.

She was cut by the opponent’s Innate Great Success-sword Qi that seemed substantial.

As the two swords clashed, her large sword shattered into two with a snap, her chest felt slightly stuffy.

She was knocked back several steps, the flickering silver light dimming somewhat.

The assassin struck with one sword, cutting Han Xiaoru, causing her to recoil backwards, and his menacing gaze through the blood-colored mask swept across Han Xiaoru and he no longer paid attention.

He moved with the sword, the sword’s edge whistling shrilly, casting twin sword shadows, already stabbing towards Prefect Pei’s throat acupoint.

"This path is blocked."

The previously unmoving Chen Ping moved.

Raised his sword.

Twisted his wrist,

Thrust out...

Each action was incomparably clear.

The sword path was also utterly ordinary.

The thrust was executed without any sound.

Yet it improbably struck first despite following late.

So fast that even the heart couldn’t react.

The Blood Eye Assassin’s sword could thrust no further...

He felt as if the man opposite was not a man, but a mountain.

The sword thrust out was not a sword, but the clear breeze of a mountainside, the bright moon in the sky.

Omnipresent, far-reaching without distance.

With just a single move, the opponent had already penetrated his protective three-foot innate True Qi.

A sharp gleam reached the throat.

The incomparably sharp Sword Qi cut the skin.

’This is an illusion...is there really a sword this heavy, this absurdly fast?’

He clearly warned himself not to evade, to attack in response, suppressing the opponent’s momentum. Yet, the subconscious often defies one’s will.

Under the warning of life, the Blood Eye Assassin dared not forcefully press on.

His whole body’s True Qi erupted like a tidal wave, rumbling, shaking Chen Ping’s sword momentum, revealing a slight gap.

Retracting the sword edge, a whistling sound, he pointed in front, borrowing force to float backward.

"Good swordmanship."

The Blood Eye Assassin took a deep look at Chen Ping, for the first time showing a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Yet his body neither paused, in mid-air, he reversed direction, and the whining sound of swords arose again in the courtyard...

Sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, gradually slaughtering toward the backyard.

Along the way, dogs barked, people shouted, cries and sobs were endless.

"Indeed, Pei Zixing had foresight, knowing the Blood Eye Assassin changes tactics unfathomably, acting without limits.

He stationed himself by the side chambers first, anticipating and responding to the enemy... Truly not unworthy of being born of noble families, with deep familial learning."

Chen Ping sighed.

His move just now had a slight upper hand, yet not overwhelmingly so.

This Blood Eye Assassin came and went like lightning, every sword strike followed by a gale, whistling and roaring, his True Qi like the sea, like the deep.

Merely with innate protective True Qi, he was able to barely block fifty percent of his own force, a direct thrust of over sixteen thousand pounds...

Is this still human?

However, there’s no need to fight to the death with him.

As long as this assassination attempt is blocked, it counts as a great success.

According to Pei Zixing, after three assassination attempts, Wind and Cloud Pavilion would let go, which is preferable.

"Quick, save us, save us, save us..."

Prefect Pei regained his senses from the fright, his complexion paler, as if covered with a layer of wall chalk.

His lips trembled, words coming out incoherently.

"Old, old, old..."

"Old what?" Chen Ping was puzzled.

"Grand, grand, grand..." Prefect Pei trembled even more severely.

"Grand what?" Han Xiaoru was also bewildered, not understanding what kind of madness the Lord Prefecture was going through.

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