This gap in strength left many people dumbfounded!

After all, many people have not truly witnessed Chen Ping’s strength!

“Tiansha…” Seeing this, Sect Leader Zhou and Tianluo’s eyes suddenly turned red!

Zuo Tianzheng frowned slightly, looking quite thoughtful!

But Narota smiled coldly: “This kid is quite interesting…”

“Boy, return my disciple’s life to me…”

Sect Leader Zhou’s eyes turned bloodshot, and a sword suddenly appeared in his hand. He rushed towards Chen Ping!

Seeing this, Tianluo also drew his sword and rushed forward, and the two of them attacked Chen Ping together!

Sect Master Zhou’s sword exudes a sharp cold light, the sword force is like a violent storm, and every move contains a powerful fluctuation of spiritual power.

Tianluo was agile and moved around like a ghost, looking for an opportunity to attack.

Chen Ping had a stern look on his face, holding the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and stood still.

His eyes revealed immense determination and confidence, as if the enemy before him posed no threat to him at all.

Sect Leader Zhou rushed to Chen Ping first and slashed down with the sword in his hand with violent force.

Before the sword arrived, the powerful sword energy had already caused cracks to appear on the ground.

Chen Ping was not in a hurry. He slightly turned sideways and easily avoided the attack.

When Sect Leader Zhou missed his first strike, he immediately changed his tactics and swung his sword across, trying to cut Chen Ping in half.

Chen Ping’s eyes focused, and he swung the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand quickly, colliding with Sect Master Zhou’s sword.

“when!”

A crisp crash sound resounded through the sky. The powerful impact force caused Sect Master Zhou to take a few steps back, but Chen Ping remained motionless.

Sect Master Zhou was extremely shocked. He did not expect that Chen Ping, a ninth-level cultivator in the Tribulation Realm, could actually go head-on against him, a fourth-level Mahayana master, and do it so easily!

But at this time, Sect Leader Zhou was so angry that he didn’t care about anything else and swung his sword at Chen Ping again.

Tian Luo also took the opportunity to attack from the side. His sword was as sharp as a poisonous snake and pierced Chen Ping’s vital parts.

Chen Ping snorted coldly, turned his body slightly, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword stabbed out like lightning, accurately blocking Tianluo’s attack.

Tian Luo only felt a huge force coming from the sword, making his arm numb.

The three of them instantly fought together, sword shadows intertwined, and spiritual power overflowed.

Everyone around was watching the fierce battle nervously, not daring to make a sound.

They were shocked by Chen Ping’s strength. A cultivator at the ninth level of the Tribulation Realm could actually fight to a standstill with Sect Master Zhou at the fourth level of the Mahayana Realm and Tian Luo at the second level of the Mahayana Realm.

Chen Ping became more and more courageous as the battle went on. The Dragon-Slaying Sword seemed to have life in his hands, and its power became more and more fierce.

The sword in Chen Ping’s hand flickered like stars, dazzling people.

Although Sect Master Zhou and Tian Luo were at a high level, they gradually felt exhausted under Chen Ping’s attack.

“Damn, why is this kid so strong?” Sect Master Zhou cursed in his heart.

He began to regret following along, but now there was no way out and he could only continue fighting.

Tianluo also realized how powerful Chen Ping was, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

But he knew that if they retreated at this moment, death would be the only thing waiting for them.

So he gritted his teeth, picked up the sword again, and launched a more fierce attack on Chen Ping together with Sect Master Zhou.

“It’s boring. I won’t play with you guys anymore!”

After Chen Ping finished speaking, he swung his sword towards Tianluo without hesitation, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword pierced out like lightning.

Tian Luo had no time to react. He only felt a chill in his chest, and the Dragon Slaying Sword had pierced his chest.

His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he slowly fell down.

“Tianluo!” Sect Master Zhou shouted in grief.

He looked at his dead apprentice, his heart filled with anger and despair, but he knew that now was not the time to be sad. Chen Ping must be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise he would also die here.

Sect Leader Zhou brandished his sword again and rushed towards Chen Ping. His sword power was even more frantic, as if he wanted to cut Chen Ping into pieces.