200 Separating Soon!

Chen Chiran didn't say any more nonsense.

He held the sword with both hands and silently chanted the cloud mist sword technique in his heart. Then, he directly slashed at Jiang Ping.

An invisible but perceptive sword intent filled the space between heaven and earth.

Suddenly this space was like a turbulent river and the sea. A heatwave came.

The clouds in the sky gathered above Chen Chiran's head.

Jiang Ping smiled faintly.

He gently raised his sword.

He gently made a horizontal movement in Chen Chiran's direction.

A sword intent that was even more intimidating than Chen Chiran's suddenly burst forth from the tip of his sword.

This caused the aura of the world that had been activated by Chen Chiran to stop churning. Instead, it became as quiet as a puppy that was prostrating under its feet.

For some reason, Jiang Ping subconsciously read out the words on the first page of Sword Beheading a True Immortal.