Swish, swish, swish.
The Chengying Small Sword soared upwards, its form transformed, gradually morphing into a black silhouette identical to Lu Ping's stature.
Upon closer inspection of this silhouette's appearance, it was indistinguishable from Lu Ping himself, featuring clear facial features and a calm expression, even the robes and long hair were vividly lifelike, making it hard to tell the true from the false compared to Lu Ping's actual self.
Like a second Lu Ping.
This Chengying Sword Form can freely create many Sword Dao Clones to aid the wielder in combat.
The number of Chengying Clones one can use naturally correlates with their strength.
With a thought, Lu Ping commanded the Chengying Clone to move through the air, wielding the black Chengying Sword and striking toward a nearby cliff.
A loud boom ensued.
