Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

Three masked figures stepped into the courtyard, their footsteps treading on the broken wood scattered on the ground.

Chen Ping stood up, holding the Nightfall Blade in his hand; its deep blue blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

He silently took half a step back, pressing his back against the trunk of the soapberry tree, memorizing the positions of the three people.

Judging from the blood and qi emanating from the three individuals, they were clearly at the Blood Refining Realm.

This sense of oppression was completely different from that of the four people in the Tendon Refining Realm last time.

Once a martial artist reaches the Blood Refining Realm, their blood and qi are no longer stagnant, but rather flow out continuously like a river bursting its banks.

Just standing in front of these three people, Chen Ping could feel waves of pressure hitting him.

Without uttering a word, the man on the left flashed like a ghost, his cold blade slashing down with a gust of wind.

It was fast and decisive.

Chen Ping gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, blocking the attack with the horizontal blade.

clang!

Sparks flew everywhere.

A tremendous force surged into the blade, instantly numbing Chen Ping's tiger's mouth.

That's terrifying force!

A martial artist in the Blood Refining Realm has reached a point where their blood and qi are as pure as mercury, and the amount of blood and qi they can bear is incomparable to that of those who previously refined their tendons and bones.

Chen Ping suppressed his surging blood and used the force to slide to the right, while Jing Ye followed suit and drew a ruthless crescent arc.

The man snorted coldly, lightly touched the ground with his toes and retreated, avoiding the knife.

But how could the three of them give him a chance to catch his breath?

The assassin on the right pressed forward like a shadow, constantly swinging his long knife, forcing Chen Ping to retreat within a small space.

The man in the middle stared coldly at Chen Ping's changing footwork, searching for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

Chen Ping pushed Cloud Piercing Leap and Walking to their limits, taking the stone table, well, and weapon rack in the courtyard into his retreat route.

But the three men weren't annoyed; they simply tightened their encirclement step by step.

The man on the left seized an opportunity and pounced again, slashing three times with great force.

Chen Ping narrowly parried the first two blows, but the third blow came too fast, and he was half a step too slow.

The sharp blade grazed and tore past his side.

His coarse cloth clothes tore, his skin rolled back, and a searing pain exploded within him.

But in the brief moment of passing each other, Chen Ping caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that Jing Ye's knife tip had also sliced ​​through the forearm of the man on his left.

The bright red blood had just begun to seep out, but after only a few breaths, the muscles at the wound site began to writhe and squeeze, abruptly stopping the bleeding.

Chen Ping's heart sank.

Seeing that he was injured, the man in the middle slashed his blade from the front blind spot, completely blocking all of Chen Ping's escape routes.

Chen Ping could only grit his teeth and parry the blow head-on; the violent force made his bones ache.

Within minutes, Chen Ping had been cornered in the courtyard, with two bruises on his body and numbness in his right arm.

Seeing that Chen Ping's footwork was too agile, the man on the left lowered his voice to remind his companion, "This kid's footwork is uncanny; be careful he doesn't counterattack."

The man in the middle glanced at Chen Ping, but didn't say anything and continued pressing forward.

At this critical juncture where life and death hung in the balance.

Not far from the courtyard, flames suddenly shot into the sky!

The sounds of hurried footsteps and mournful shouts of battle could be faintly heard.

The three assassins' expressions changed simultaneously.

The man in the middle suddenly turned extremely fierce, and he shouted in a low, stern voice, "Something's happened outside! Don't hold back, kill him quickly!"

The three men pressed forward simultaneously, no longer probing, their blades flashing and forming a net, enveloping Chen Ping from above.

There's no way to retreat!

Chen Ping's eyes were bloodshot, and with a sudden, perfectly executed step, he executed a reversible twist that defied all logic, his gaze catching a glimpse of an opening.

The bones of his foot were firmly gripping the ground, and he released one hand.

The force rose from the ground, penetrating each joint, and the rock-shattering power erupted like a volcano, following the newly stretched tendons!

boom!

This straight punch was significantly more powerful than when I was simply refining my bones!

The violent force slammed solidly into the right-side assassin's shoulder.

His protective clothing ripped apart inch by inch, and his blood and qi surged out along Chen Ping's meridians.

The man groaned, half of his body went numb instantly, and he staggered back two steps.

Chen Ping didn't even bother to check the results of the battle.

He stared intently at the man in the middle, gripped the Thunderclap Blade tightly with both hands, and slashed down at him furiously.

The man in the middle reacted extremely quickly, managing to dodge the blade by twisting his waist, and then slipped and was about to counterattack.

However, the instant Chen Ping's blade missed its target, he suddenly switched from holding the blade with one hand to holding it with the other.

With a strange twist of his free left wrist, he changed from a fist to a palm.

Two Elements Palm, Yin Palm!

The man in the middle narrowed his pupils, clearly having caught the extremely brief pause between the two palm techniques.

He grinned maliciously, pressed forward, and thrust his blade straight at Chen Ping's heart.

But Chen Ping's footwork was too fast.

That opening vanished in an instant, and the cunning and ruthless Yin Palm, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, struck from an extremely tricky angle, arriving first despite being behind!

Snapped!

A real, muffled thud of flesh and blood.

The man's throat felt as if it had been struck by a hammer; he clutched his neck and stumbled backward in pain.

His lips moved frantically, but he couldn't utter a single syllable; only a chilling hissing sound escaped from his broken nasal cavity.

Upon seeing this, Chen Ping's gaze darkened slightly.

With his current strength, this palm strike would be enough to kill a martial artist of the same realm who has refined tendons and bones.

However, the physical body of this Blood Refining Realm cultivator was too tough, and this palm strike failed to kill him directly.

Seeing his companion injured, the assassin on the left was horrified. He and the assassin on the right, who had recovered, sprang up at the same time, and two fierce blades slashed at Chen Ping's back from the left and right.

Chen Ping's eyes were icy cold; he neither dodged nor avoided the gaze!

The sharp blade slashed hard into Chen Ping's back.

The blade sliced ​​through the clothes, revealing the soft fish-scale armor worn close to the body.

The fine metal scales clamped down tightly, forcefully blocking the attack.

However, the terrifying power of the two Blood Refinement Realm martial artists still managed to penetrate some of their defenses.

Chen Ping felt a sharp tightness in his chest, and a breath caught in his throat.

Using this force, Chen Ping thrust forward, his steps firm, and with power from his waist and abdomen, Jing Ye unleashed a powerful strike, channeling all his vital energy into the attack.

The blade flashed!

Chi.

The person in the middle paused for a moment, but in that instant, Jingye slashed down from the shoulder with a force as heavy as a mountain, penetrating straight down.

A muffled thud.

It was accompanied by a muffled thud.

The man was cleaved in two from shoulder to waist by this single strike.

The mangled body crashed to the ground, and the stench of entrails and blood instantly spread under the cold moonlight.

The man on the left and the man on the right stopped at the same time, looked down at the corpse on the ground, then looked up at Chen Ping. They looked at each other but did not speak.

Their blood and qi surged suddenly, and the oppressive feeling was like a mountain collapsing down. The two of them unleashed their power simultaneously without holding back.

boom.

Suddenly, a very deep and muffled explosion rang out from the right-hand courtyard wall.

Without warning, the assassin's head snapped off at an eerie angle.

He flew out like a broken sack, crashing heavily onto the bluestone table in the center of the courtyard.

The solid stone table shattered into countless pieces in response!

Ghost Hand Zhang, like a night owl, silently drifted down from the courtyard wall.

He casually dusted off his hands, glanced at Chen Ping indifferently, and then fixed his gaze on the last remaining assassin on the left.

The man on the left had his pupils shrink the moment he saw Ghost Hand Zhang, his eyes filled with despair and terror.

He opened his mouth, about to speak.

Ghost Hand Zhang was already in front of him.

The speed was so fast that the trajectory was completely invisible.

The right hand gripped the man's chin tightly, while the left hand pressed down on the back of his head like an iron clamp, twisting it sharply.

Click.

A crisp sound of the neck bones breaking.

The man's body went limp as if his bones had been removed.

His lips twitched twice in resentment, but before he could utter a single word, he became a corpse.

The face mask slid off as the body fell, revealing a pale, lifeless half of the face.

Chen Ping looked at the man's face, and his heart sank.

He recognized that face.

Ding Xun.

Ghost Hand Zhang released his grip, feigning lingering fear, and turned to Chen Ping: "Brother Chen, are you alright?"

He paused, looked down at Ding Xun's corpse, and his eye twitched violently: "I had a ghost working for me, and I didn't even know it. I almost made a huge mistake!"

Bang, bang.

Ghost Hand Zhang kicked the corpse twice.

His voice was laced with suppressed anger: "That beast seemed so loyal all along, I never imagined he was a traitor!"

Chen Ping looked at him without saying a word.

Ghost Hand Zhang forced a fake smile and was about to continue speaking.

Outside the courtyard gate, a series of extremely heavy and rapid footsteps suddenly approached.

Li Yuan, dressed in a blue robe, strode into the courtyard.

He quickly scanned the three gruesome corpses on the ground, finally fixing his gaze on Ghost Hand Zhang's face.

The two stood silently facing each other across the pool of blood on the ground.

The courtyard was eerily silent, with only the early spring night breeze remaining.