Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 394: Chapter 186: Turning Their Own Scheme Against Them, Overpowering by Force (3)

But the only imperfection was that his own son was frail and sickly. Not long after his beloved grandson Cui Chengsi was born, he passed away.

As for the grandson, he too inherited his son’s physique, unable to practice martial arts and often falling ill. Some said this beloved grandson wouldn’t live past twenty.

Therefore, Cui Fa’s greatest desire was to find a wife early for his grandson, to bear a son and continue the bloodline of this branch of the family.

Regarding this grandson, how should one put it, Cui Fa cherished and adored him as if he were a treasure.

This time, he followed Grandmaster Cui to set the array, preparing to ambush the great enemy of the Cui Family.

Of his entire mind, eight tenths was focused on this beloved grandson.

Afraid that he might get hurt.

Though he didn’t get hurt, he actually gained quite a bit.

Despite his frail body, the grandson was handsome and, as the direct grandson of a Cui Family elder, he naturally held an extraordinary status.

While wandering in the garden, he even received the handkerchiefs of several distinguished young ladies, with mutual affection between them.

Cui Fa, feeling this, was greatly comforted, and secretly wiped a tear of mixed emotions while drinking.

"But, in such a situation, when he’s about to see his grandson get married and have a son, how could someone want to kill him?"

When Chen’s arrow took a life, turning into a streak of light shooting toward Cui Chengsi’s chest, Cui Fa could no longer remain seated.

His figure flickered, leaving his seat and soaring through the air, the long sword in his hand like lightning stabbing toward Cui Chengsi’s side...

This sword drew upon vitality, with electric flickers; ordinary people only saw the flash of light, unable to see the sword body at all.

Furthermore, the intent was ahead of the sword, intercepting in advance, slashing Chen Ping’s sharp arrow into pieces with one stroke.

When Cui Fa was young, he was most fond of the Swift Sword, drawing from the strengths of various schools to create a Lightning Swordsmanship, striking faster than innate experts of the same realm.

Plus, he later mastered the Cui Family’s signature sword technique, Heavenly Inquiry Swordsmanship, grasping the essence of not losing the first move.

At this moment, with boiling blood, he made his move with a single intent, convinced that no one in the world could kill his grandson right before his eyes.

In fact, indeed, no one did.

In his ears rang several thunderous shouts, "No!"

"Come back quickly."

These voices were like thunderclaps, scolding shouts from some old brothers of the Cui Family who were also elders of the Hall of Glory.

Of course, the most soul-stirring was the furious roar of Cui Family’s patriarch, Cui Huchen.

Cui Fa’s heart sank, and in the midst of the chaos, he grabbed his grandson Cui Chengsi by the collar, intending to retreat.

Suddenly, he felt the air around him turn gelatinous, and the whole sky seemed to collapse, pressing him as if into the depths of a ten-thousand-foot deep sea, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Grandmaster, Extreme Intent Illusion God, Locking Technique."

Cui Fa’s heart shook wildly, and his vision went dark.

Of course, he knew what this feeling was.

Upon reaching the Grandmaster Unity Realm, one can control the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi within dozens of feet, setting up Sword Intent and Martial Intent, and typically, when facing opponents below the Unity Realm, it might be possible to crush them by simply drawing on vitality and Unity Sword Momentum, leading Heaven and Earth Qi Mechanism.

Cui Fa, alone, broke through the formation to save people, and Chen Ping faintly sensed in his mind at this moment, as if a cloud broke to reveal the moon.

Suddenly, the sky and sea were vast.

That faint sense of heart palpitations disappeared suddenly.

How could he not understand what was going on?

His various schemes had finally broken through this situation; a slight pull and the whole body would move, as long as he could kill this innate expert, the future before him would be bright.

With Celestial Heart as his own heart, the bright moon hung in the sky.

His figure moved as if by instant transmission, appearing ten feet in front of Cui Fa, the air turning gelatinous, locking the surrounding space.

At the same time, amidst several angry shouts, he had already drawn his sword.

With this sword, muscle, bone, and blood all exerted force, the sword edge unsheathed and hummed, vibrating the eardrums, as if layers of space were breaking and then reforming again.

A streak of black light flashed, absorbing the surrounding bright light, as if embedding the entire space into the deepest night.

Clearly, nothing could be seen, yet it stirred a sense of the separation of Yin and Yang, the distinct four seasons in one’s heart.

The black light flashed and vanished.

When everyone’s sight recovered again, they saw a trace of fear flash across Cui Fa’s face as the beloved grandson Cui Chengsi he was holding gently fell, turning to ash on the ground.

The next moment, his body turned into a rain of blood with a puff, splashing in all directions, scattering a dim red.

Further away, another Cui Family innate elder split in two with a crash.

Along with him, the entire central courtyard and pavilion of Piaoxiang Garden separated, with Sword Light extending far and cutting through two streets, a long opening through all the buildings.

South and north facing each other, the sky’s light passed through.

In an instant, cries of shock erupted.

Nobody noticed, two beams of light flew in opposite directions.

In one person’s hand, the long sword was broken, and his tiger’s mouth bled; it was Cui Boyu.

This man’s eyes were full of horror.

Apparently, he had already noticed something was wrong earlier; the moment Cui Fa lept out, when Chen Ping drew his sword, he also drew his sword to intercept in advance.

However, he didn’t manage to intercept.

The other person’s long sword, on the other hand, remained unbroken, but his figure couldn’t stop itself, breaking through three high walls and two large trees in succession, suspended mid-air, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his expression dark and somber as he looked down.

It was Cui Huchen.

This patriarch of the Cui Family no longer had the previous calm and composure, his face slightly fierce with a hint of madness, he coldly snorted, "What a cunning brat, so keen of mind and full of tricks, no wonder you managed to gain influence and occupy Xingqing Prefecture."

"Grandmaster Cui gives too much credit."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "The world says, the old sir is a tiger minister of the world, with literary talent and martial arts, isn’t he the top choice in the world? This young one dares not step into your array recklessly.

To kill, first break the array. I wonder, now that the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array has lost two people, can you still trap me?"

"Both being Mid-Stage Unity, I entered twenty-eight years before you, are you so sure you can win?"

Cui Huchen’s expression changed, his figure lightly landing on the broken wall, the long sword in his hand emitting three feet of white light, a giant white tiger’s shadow appeared behind him, seemingly roaring silently, with winds rising everywhere.

Intercepting to save, forcing him to clash strength against strength, resulting in a slight loss.

Undoubtedly, the opponent’s divine power was indeed astonishing.

He was not quite like a person, more like a prehistoric fierce beast.

However, swordsmanship is not purely about strength to win.

He just couldn’t believe that his decades of deeply studied swordsmanship, sword intent, and sword momentum would lose to a junior.

Setting up the array was just to ensure nothing went wrong.

Even without the array, could his Heaven-Questioning Sword Domain and White Tiger Heaven-Sundering Sword Qi not kill?

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