Qin Shulin was furious and a spiritual weapon appeared in his hand.

This is a seemingly incomplete spiritual weapon with complex inscriptions on it.

When it appeared in Qin Shulin's hands, the inscriptions on the spiritual weapon were constantly flashing, and a terrible force erupted from the incomplete spiritual weapon.

"this!"

The children of the Qin family were stunned. Unexpectedly, Chen Ping, a monk from the Ding Peak, could force Qin Shulin to this point and use the spiritual weapon directly.

"Qin Shulin used this spiritual weapon, Chen Ping must die!"

"I didn't expect that Chen Ping actually had the ability to let Qin Shulin use this spiritual weapon."

"Did you forget that he is the young master of the Dan Palace?"

Although this identity can make the Qin family feel pressure, it will not make the Qin family very afraid. This is the confidence of the Qin family once a first-class family.

The spiritual weapon in Qin Shulin's hand was obtained from the ruins. Although it was only at the level of a spiritual weapon, it was incomplete. Some people once said that as long as this spiritual weapon could be repaired, it might be a treasure.

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Qin Shulin has been using his own cultivation to nourish this spiritual weapon, just to repair this spiritual weapon when he is promoted to the realm of concentration and become his natal treasure.

Now this incomplete spiritual weapon has been stained with Qin Shulin's aura. It can even be said that Qin Shulin's cultivation can improve by leaps and bounds, which is related to this spiritual weapon.

The power erupted from the incomplete spiritual weapon instantly arrived in front of Chen Ping.

But at this moment, Chen Ping's figure disappeared.

This is not tearing apart the space, but the disappearance completely.

Although it was only a moment, it had avoided this terrible power.

Chen Ping perfectly used the power of time and space. He just made himself so early at this moment.

Qin Shulin felt that he had enough strength, but lost his goal at the most critical moment.

This feeling is like his attack power, predicted in advance.

"You are not worthy if you want to kill me!

A cold voice appeared behind Qin Shulin. Chen Ping used the power of time and space to teleport himself to the next second in an instant.

But for others, this scene would seem a bit incredible.

After all, Chen Ping is not a real cultivator in the Juying Realm. Even if he can challenge him more than level, a genius like Qin Shulin is not comparable to an ordinary Juying Ding Peak.

What's more, it was when Qin Shulin used his spiritual weapon.

"No, this is definitely not the power of space!"

On this island, in addition to the Qin family, there are also people from various families of Qiandaomen who are watching the fun. At this time, they were shocked by the power displayed by Chen Ping.

"Is that?"

Someone exclaimed, as if he had thought of something possible!

"Impossible!" These monks who thought of this possibility themselves rejected this possibility because it was really terrible.

But besides this possibility, are there any other possibility?

When Chen Ping appeared behind Qin Shulin, the black-strike giant sword in his hand had already stabbed out gently.

Like the first sword, the usual sword was in the weakest place in the space.

Even with Qin Shulin's side, with his territory as a buffer, this sword instantly tore everything around him.

Qin Shulin's already chaotic aura became even more chaotic at this time.

However, he was always a monk at Juying Ding Peak. Even under such circumstances, he was not panicked. He was just suffering losses in Chen Ping's hands, which made him lose all his face.

In his opinion, it was almost as easy to deal with a weak monk like Chen Ping as killing an ant.

But who knew that in his eyes, the existence of ant made him make mistakes one after another.

The space in front of Qin Shulin continued to collapse, and his people also appeared on the other side in a mess.

"Chen Ping, I admit that I underestimated you, but that's it, it's time to end!"

Qin Shulin said softly, and then the breath on his body began to surge wildly.

It turned out that he had not used all his strength just now. At this moment, his figure suddenly became taller, and a huge phantom appeared behind him.

This is the strength that Juying Realm Ding Peak should have. Cultivators in Juying Realm can already refine clones and have clones with their own consciousness.

However, the power of the clone is generally not as strong as that of the original, but after all, it is the clone of the strong, possessing various magical powers such as the power of the strong.

At this time, what appeared behind Qin Shulin was not the clone, but his Nascent Soul.
Chapter completed!