Chapter 773: Words Without Trust

on their bodies, so he didn't move. After all, with Gu Ling'er present, these three people were not opponents at all, and Su Yuqi would be fine."You see, I'm just going to practice on these three…"Su..."Hahaha, a good sword, indeed a fine sword…"

Looking at the Zhanlong Sword in his hand, Xiahou Dun laughed. He didn't expect this sword to actually resonate with the user on a psychological level.

Ning Yu, who was standing nearby, saw this and his eyes were filled with envy. It seemed that this Dragon Slaying Sword was much better than his Zhuxie Sword.

"Now I give you my sword, will you spare me..."

Chen Ping asked, laughing at Xia Hou Dun's boisterous laughter.

"Spare you" Xiahou Dun smiled coldly. "If I spare you, how could I honor my son's spirit in heaven Go to the underworld and guard his tomb for me..."

After Xiahou Dun finished speaking, he raised his Zhanlong sword with a sweep. A large amount of energy was channeled into the sword, causing black and brown flames to rise from its surface.

"So you're a cultivator of the dark arts too, no wonder you're so untrustworthy..."

Chen Ping watched Xia Hou Dun raise his Zhan Long Sword, but instead of dodging, he remained calm and composed.

Xiahou Dun remained silent, instead he waved his Zhanlong Sword. The terrifying sword qi seemed about to engulf Chen Ping.

Just as Xiahou Dun was about to swing his Zhanlong Sword at Chen Ping, he suddenly found that the sword was no longer under his control. The qi within him was constantly draining away, being absorbed by the Zhanlong Sword.

Xiahou Dun's face changed drastically, wanting to throw the Zhanlong Sword away, but he found that the Zhanlong Sword seemed to be stuck to his hand.

The Qi within Xiahou Dun's dantian was continuously drawn away by the Zhan Long Sword. His eyes narrowed, and he suddenly erupted with a burst of Qi from his palm, ultimately striking the Zhan Long Sword and sending it flying away.

The Zhanlong Sword flew into the air, then spun around and slashed a gash across Xiahou Dun's left arm before returning to Chen Ping's hand.

Chen Ping grasped the Zhàn Lóng sword, at this moment the zhen qi on the Zhàn Lóng sword all entered Chen Ping's body, replenishing Chen Ping's dantian.

This Dragon-Slayer Sword had long since become a part of Chen Ping's body, just like his hands and feet.

Just now, Chen Ping saw that Xiahou Dun liked the Zhanlong Sword. This gave Chen Ping an idea. As long as Xiahou Dun held the Zhanlong Sword, Chen Ping could use his Ningxin Jue to absorb Xiahou Dun's internal energy.

Although he was ultimately pushed back by Xiahou Dun, this exchange of blows saw Chen Ping's strength recover considerably. Conversely, Xiahou Dun not only lost a great deal of his energy but also sustained an injury to his left arm.

"Little beast, if I don't kill you today, I won't be surnamed Xia..."

Xiahou Dun looked at the wound on his arm, his whole body enraged. A black and brown aura rose from him, and the wound on his arm healed at a visible speed.

At the same time, around Chen Ping and Xiahou Dun, a black net with a radius of over a hundred meters enveloped them. This was Xiahou Dun's way to prevent Chen Ping from escaping.

Seeing that Xia Hou Dun's body could recover so quickly, Chen Ping's face couldn't help but change. In this way, this guy's body was even stronger than his own.

Then, Xiahou Dun's body appeared covered in a layer of black mist, like wearing armor. Immediately after, he slapped Chen Ping with his palm.

Chen Ping raised his hand and slashed out with the Zhulong Sword. The powerful sword qi of the Zhulong Sword struck Xia Hou Dun heavily, emitting bursts of sound. This sword strike failed to break through Xia Hou Dun's defenses.

And Xiahou Dun, momentum surging, landed a heavy palm on Chen Ping's body. Chen Ping was sent flying backwards and crashed to the ground.

Chen Ping only felt a churning in his stomach and bowels, but he gritted his teeth and stood up slowly.

Although this palm strike made Chen Ping's five internal organs churn and roll, his body didn't suffer any real damage. After all, Chen Ping's formidable physique was comparable to a copper wall and an iron gate.

"Seeing Chen Ping actually stand up, with not a single scar on his body, not even a mark from the palm strike, left Xiahou Dun momentarily stunned."oked at Andrew and said."Chen, what's wrong Did you sense something""Andrew asked, perplexed, of Chen Ping.""I feel like the air on this island is off, like something's been tampered with..." Chen Pin...