Chapter 1852: A Mix of Laughter and Tears

what kind of blood flows through your veins.""Your daughter has now been tainted and needs to be purified at the shrine..."Watanabe Kazuo's words hit Watanabe Takeshi like a bolt from the blue!It doe...Chen Ping, at this moment, held a sword in his right hand and the body of the Blood Demon as a shield in his left. He even provocatively tapped the Blood Demon's flesh several times with his sword, making a few crisp sounds.

Seeing Chen Ping like that, the few men in black and silver robes couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"Die..."

This time, Chen Ping seized the Martial Saint Sword and, with Xue Mo's flesh serving as a shield, could completely ignore these black silver robes.

Chen Ping's martial arts blade flashed, a burst of light erupted instantly, and in a flash, it flew towards the several figures clad in black silver robes.

The emerald light was several times more dazzling than that used by the fifth elder, and the martial saint artifact possessed the aura of a martial saint powerhouse.

With Chen Ping's inner strength of the Divine Dragon added, with a single swing of his sword, dozens of beams of light shot out from the Martial Saint Blade in an instant!

To see the Martial Saint Sword wielded by Chen Ping with such power, Lao Wu's face turned quite ugly!

The same weapon, but in the hands of different people, wields a different kind of power!

This is enough to show Lao Wu's strength is incomparable to Chen Ping's.

"Humph..."

Seeing this, the leader snorted coldly, and then the tiger finger in his hand emitted dazzling light!

Then, fists flew relentlessly, beams of light charging forward to meet them.

Dozens of emerald lights were smashed down directly, it was evident that the leader in his hands wielded a Martial Saint artifact, clearly more powerful.

Well, it seems the Martial Saint artifact in your hands will have to be mine...

Chen Ping finished speaking, and the Wusheng Dao in his hand was raised again. Immediately afterward, he let out a roar. The golden light around Chen Ping surged continuously, and the power of the Divine Dragon swarmed into the Wusheng Dao!

Just now, Chen Ping was using the Martial Saint Sword for the first time, and there was no tacit understanding at all.

Now Chen Ping also seems to understand the Wusheng Dao.

"Slash..."

The divine blade, instantly erupted with a razor-sharp aura that soared tens of zhang into the sky, its dazzling brilliance was blindingly bright!

As Chen Ping's blade swung down, the massive edge instantly transformed into hundreds upon thousands of tiny blades, rushing towards those clad in black and silver robes!

This time, the blade swept down like a raging storm, covering everything in its path.

Three black and silver robed figures, seeing this, could only fight to the death!

The boss swung his fists relentlessly, blasts of light shooting out to desperately fend off the blades that swarmed like locusts.

Lao Wu, without his martial saint sword, could only vent his qi outwards, protecting himself all around. He desperately swung his fists, sending out waves of qi to block!

And the seventh son flung the ring-shaped blade in his hand high into the air. The rapidly spinning blade instantly plunged into the dense forest of blades, desperately trying to hold them back!

Boom boom boom…………

Blades kept falling, striking the three figures who were steadily retreating.

The boss and the seventh are doing okay, they still have weapons in their hands to resist.

But the fifth one could only rely on his fists to defend himself, and his own physical strength!

With every swing of the blade, wounds began to appear on Lao Wu's body. He was eventually covered in cuts and gashes, blood flowing freely, a horrific sight to behold.

"I wonder how long you can hold on..."

Chen Ping's voice was icy cold, and the Wusheng Dao in his hand swung out again!

The blade, which was about to disappear, now fell again densely, like raindrops!

At once, several of the black silver-robed figures were on the verge of collapsing.

Pff...

The fifth brother couldn't bear it anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body heavily fell backward!

Only to see Lao Wu's body covered in wounds, several blades piercing through his flesh!

"Lao Wu..."

The boss's face changed drastically, he roared, and the tiger-finger in his hand continued to radiate dazzling light, slowly moving towards the fifth one.

He wanted to shield Lao Wu from these locust-like blades.

At this moment, the ring-shaped blade in Lao Qi's hand, under the onslaught of wind and rain, finally couldn't hold on any longer and instantly turned to dust.question."We are..."Liurui was about to say that it was a person from the Pure Yang Sect, but Chen Ping interrupted her.“We are the villagers who wandered into this place. We walked through the forest...