Chapter 641 I must win this fight!
“Bang!”, “Bang!”, “Bang…”

Wang Ping'an threw out stacks of talismans again, destroying a group of swordsmen that were chasing him. Listening to the explosions one after another, his heart almost bled.

Stack upon stack of talismans, but their value is not spirit stones, which can increase the area of ​​his world bead by an unknown amount. Using them here for no reason will not bring any gain.

He was used to being poor, so how could he not feel bad for such an effort without any reward?
"You want to play with swords, right? Then let's see which is better, your sword or mine!"

Wang Ping'an glanced behind him and saw swords of different lengths and sizes coming towards him in an endless stream, like an army of thousands. He snorted coldly inwardly.

Kung Fu: Ten Thousand Swords Technique!

next second.

The spiritual energy wandering between heaven and earth seemed to have sensed some inexplicable call. It swarmed in from all directions and gathered around him, forming the shape of flying swords.

Feng Yanrong, who was playing "On the World's No. 1 Sword Song", kept an eye on the fleeing Wang Pingan, wanting to see what means he would use to fight back, but also afraid that he would escape without a trace. At this time, she saw flying swords condensing around Wang Pingan, and she couldn't help showing a look of surprise on her face, and said:

"This evil cultivator actually has the ability to cultivate swords. Could it be that he used to be a sword cultivator, but for some reason, such as reaching a bottleneck in his cultivation and having difficulty breaking through, he went astray in order to break through his cultivation?"

Thousands of suspicions emerged in Feng Yanrong's mind, but she didn't take them too seriously. Not to mention being a sword cultivator, even if one took other paths of cultivation, even an alchemist, one might very likely go astray and become an evil cultivator. It was not surprising for Wang Ping'an, a sword cultivator, to become an evil cultivator.

"No wonder there are so many sword wounds on the bodies of those dead. I should have realized earlier that you are a sword cultivator!"

Feng Yanrong snorted coldly, her face and eyes showing an undisguised fanatical fighting spirit. She said arrogantly, "I want to see if your sword skills are better than my "The World's No. 1 Sword Song"!"

As she spoke, Feng Yanrong no longer concealed anything, her aura soared, and streams of pure magic power flowed out from her fingertips and penetrated into the guqin.

The sword moves he produced were countless times more majestic than the ones he had just played. Both the speed and momentum were completely different from the sword moves he had just played.

If the swords played just now were just ordinary swords, then the swords played this time can be regarded as truly famous swords.

At an extremely fast speed, it left behind one afterimage after another, making one sound of breaking through the air after another, and carrying a momentum like the power of thunder, it rushed towards the paper man controlled by Wang Ping'an.

Wang Ping'an saw from the corner of his eye that the flying swords were gradually condensed into shape under the gathering of spiritual energy from the surrounding heaven and earth. His face was full of distress. After all, it was not the real body. He was only controlling paper figures. He could only attract the spiritual energy from heaven and earth to perform the "Kung Fu: Ten Thousand Swords Technique", so it would take time to condense a large number of flying swords into shape.

otherwise.

If it were his original form, he would not need to rely on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Just relying on the magic power in his body would be enough to condense a flying sword. There would be no need to wait for time. It would take shape in an instant.

This.

Maybe it was one of the flaws in the paper man he controlled!

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang..." Helplessly, while Wang Ping'an was waiting for the flying swords to gradually condense into shape, Feng Yanrong not only did not stop, giving him the chance to prepare, but instead obviously increased her strength.

As more and more swords came to chase him, the overall momentum changed again and again, as if it was evolving from an ordinary sword into a magic weapon, and then from a magic weapon into a magic treasure.

Even though he was far away, he could still clearly feel that the sword behind him carried a fierce murderous intent that was unstoppable like a force that could destroy everything in his path.

Wang Ping'an could only endure the pain of his bleeding heart. He took out stacks of talismans from his storage bag and threw them out. They turned into spells one after another, and fought against the swords that were chasing him. One or two talismans were enough to barely destroy a sword.

Later on, even three or four talismans were unable to destroy a sword!
At this time.

Wang Ping'an looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the swords finally taking shape. Just as he was about to command this group of flying swords to fight against the swords shot by Feng Yanrong to see who would win, a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind.

Astrology: The Sun!
In an instant, beams of light seemed to shine from the sun hanging in the sky, covering the area around him and the flying swords one after another. The flying swords were like greedy children, devouring the energy belonging to the sun in the beams of light. The flying swords were rapidly gaining strength at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Feng Yanrong watched as the vast number of flying swords around Wang Pingan condensed into shape, and was expecting a fierce battle to see whether the sword she played was more powerful or the flying sword condensed into shape by the sword cultivator compared to the "On the World's No. 1 Sword Song" she learned.

Never thought of it.

Beams of light would shine from the sky one after another. With her naked eyes, she could clearly see that these beams of light belonged to the sun. She could also clearly see that the flying swords covered by these beams of light were rapidly getting stronger.

"What kind of method is this?"

Seeing this scene, Feng Yanrong was shocked. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. He glanced at the beams of light covering the flying sword, and then at Wang Pingan. He threw out stacks of spells again to resist wave after wave of sword attacks. He frowned slightly and said in surprise:
"This is the method used by astrologers, but this evil cultivator is not a sword cultivator, so how could he know the methods used by astrologers?"

Astrologer.

She knew about it, because one of her friends was in this profession. She knew better than most practitioners that it was extremely difficult to become an astrologer. Many people might not be able to become an astrologer in their entire lives.

Astrologers like Wang Pingan who can summon the power of the sun are the best among astrologers.

Who makes the sun the uncrowned king among the stars?

"Could it be that I misunderstood him and he is not an evil cultivator?"

Feng Yanrong had many random thoughts in her mind, but when she saw the flying swords rapidly gaining strength under the light beams, she immediately shook her head and said,

"No matter if he is an evil cultivator or not, I will not give up in this fight, and I will not fail!"

As she spoke, Feng Yanrong no longer held back and immediately played "On the World's No. 1 Sword Song" with all her might.

(End of this chapter)