Chapter 643 I am not a lustful person, I am just being kind-hearted!

"I admit that the flying swords you condensed with special means, combined with the methods of the astrologer, have been enhanced with the power of the sun. Their power is even greater than I imagined!"

Feng Yanrong looked at the flying sun swords that attacked the dome one after another, but she didn't show any panic on her face. Instead, she was full of arrogance and said proudly, "But, how can you break our Xiaoyou's magical power just because you want to?"

Although she said this, for some reason, Feng Yanrong still felt a little nervous.

This was not the first time she had seen her Xiaoyou - the spirit deer mount under her - use its magical powers to defend against enemy attacks.

Not only did she know about her Xiaoyou's defensive magical power, she had also tested it herself and found that it was stronger than most defensive spells.

But the abilities displayed by Wang Ping'an still shocked her to some extent.

She just couldn't believe it. Wang Ping'an was obviously a swordsman, so how could he have the skills of an astrologer?

She also witnessed with her own eyes that she not only played the "On the World's No. 1 Sword Song" with all her strength, but also performed beyond her normal level. The swords she played one after another were so powerful that she could only replace one of Wang Ping'an's flying sword with ten swords. This gave her a clear memory of Wang Ping'an's Sun Flying Sword.

period.

She didn't even notice that Wang Ping'an was driving one sun flying sword after another, which appeared less than half a meter away from her. It would take only a moment to kill her.

It was not just one or two, but a huge number of Sun Flying Swords, which once again made her more impressed with Wang Ping'an's sword skills.

now.

Watching Wang Ping'an controlling a number of Sun Flying Swords to attack the circular shield from all directions, even though she had also witnessed with her own eyes that her Xiaoyou's magical powers were not damaged or even left a trace after Wang Ping'an's first attack with the Sun Flying Swords, she still couldn't help but feel a little surprised and suspicious.

Who knows if Wang Ping'an has any other tricks!

and so.

When Wang Ping'an controlled the flying sun swords to attack her Xiaoyou's defensive magic, she not only kept an eye on Wang Ping'an's movements, but also did not dare to waste any time. She played "On the World's No. 1 Sword Song" seriously, and swords shot out from her strings one after another.

Looking at the Sun Flying Sword controlled by Wang Ping'an, which attacked her Xiaoyou's defensive magic power wave after wave, it still did not cause any damage to the round shield.

She played one sword after another, and once again replaced one Sun Flying Sword after another with a record of ten to one. Only then did she feel completely relieved.

'Where on earth did this woman come from? She even has a mount like this?'

Although the paper figure controlled by Wang Ping'an was some distance away from Feng Yanrong, her words were not concealed at all. Even though she was far away, he could still hear her clearly.

He knew that the round shield that covered Feng Yanrong and resisted the wave after wave of attacks from the Sun Flying Swords was the magical power of the spirit deer under her. He looked at the round shield that did not cause any damage after several consecutive waves of attacks.

He couldn't help but reveal a hint of shock on his face.

With his current attack, he did not hold back at all. Not to mention a Jindan stage cultivator, even a Yuanying stage cultivator might not be able to resist it. If they are not careful, they might even lose their lives.

No one would have thought that the magical power of a mere mount could not only withstand wave after wave of attacks, but also be unable to even leave a scar on it.

"I just don't believe it..." Wang Ping'an snorted inwardly. Just as he was about to increase his strength and wanted to test the defensive power of Feng Yanrong's mount, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind, and he suddenly realized:
'My brain is filled with water. I have no grudge against her. She is not a bad person. On the contrary, she is a brave person. Even if I use up all my strength to kill her, let alone rewarding merits, it would be good enough if my merits are not deducted. Why should I waste time with her here? It is better to leave now!'

With this thought in mind, Wang Ping'an stood up and was about to leave, when he suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that there was something unusual about Feng Yanrong on the back of the spirit deer. An inexplicable attraction emanated from her whole body.

This attracted the spiritual energy wandering between heaven and earth to swarm in from all directions and enveloped her body, but she continued to play the piano. Not only did she not stop, she even sped up her playing speed.

Wang Ping'an could vaguely feel that with Feng Yanrong's unusual behavior, the swords formed by her playing the piano were getting stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

'What's the matter with her?'

Wang Pingan stared at Feng Yanrong intently. He could vaguely see a look of sudden enlightenment on her face. His mind immediately emerged with the time when his master had entered the game with his own body and tempered himself between life and death. This was how the bottleneck that had been there for many years was loosened, and the bottleneck was broken, and his cultivation was broken through. He said thoughtfully:

"Could it be that she had some realization, and gained a breakthrough through this life-and-death battle between us?"

Thinking of this, Wang Pingan couldn't help but curse inwardly. He hadn't even made a breakthrough yet, but someone was willing to fight him to the death in order to break through the bottleneck. This showed that they totally didn't take him seriously.

of course.

Even if he wanted to find an opportunity to break through his cultivation, he had no way.

Firstly, he had not yet determined what his current level of cultivation was; secondly, he had been practicing for such a long time - although compared with serious practitioners, it was not a very long time - he had never encountered the so-called bottleneck.

It would be very difficult to seek a great opportunity between life and death and break through your cultivation through fighting.

'Damn, isn't this just taking advantage of me?'

Wang Pingan cursed inwardly and prepared to leave. He was unwilling to do something that was thankless and useless. He said, "You can break through or not, but I won't play with you anymore. Let's see what you can do!"

Turn around.

When Wang Ping'an was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of Feng Yanrong's pretty face out of the corner of his eye - ahem, he was not a lustful man, but he suddenly remembered that he was a first-class good man, and was even misunderstood by his master as the reincarnation of a "great good man". Since his master regarded him as the reincarnation of a great good man, he now encountered someone in trouble.

Of course he has to lend a hand!

of course.

He was willing to help Feng Yanrong, not because she was pretty, but because he saw that Feng Yanrong was a person who would help others when she saw injustice, so he helped Feng Yanrong.

otherwise.

If it were someone else, no matter how good-looking they were, they would never do something thankless.

“Bang!”, “Bang!”, “Bang…”

Wang Ping'an gave up the idea of ​​leaving and continued to control a large number of solar flying swords. He used all the sword techniques he knew, almost using all his strength to teach Feng Yanrong some moves and help her break through the bottleneck.

(End of this chapter)