I just want to be a quiet man

in the cave.

On the jade platform, He Fuqiong's body was covered with frost and snow, and the flying sword was suspended in the air, moving with his long breath.

Just as one person and one sword were concentrating on practicing, a respectful voice suddenly came from outside the cave: "Sect Master, Pei Ling's letter of war has been delivered."

He Fuqiong opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and a letter of war dripping with ink appeared in his hand.

He opened the gauntlet, glanced at it casually, and immediately said: "The time is set in three days."

"It's the same as Pei Ling's first three battles."

"As for the location... wherever he is now, he will start the war there."

Chapter 135 : Fight ahead of schedule.

The voice outside the door immediately said respectfully: "Yes!"

Immediately afterwards, the voice hesitated again, "There is one more thing."

"The person who sent the letter of war also brought a flying sword under Pei Ling's order."

"This is the natal flying sword of the Supreme Elder Wei Duanju. The sword spirit of the flying sword has been corroded by the death energy, but it has not died..."

He Fuqiong was slightly surprised, and then asked: "The person who sent the sword, did you say anything?"

The voice outside the door said: "I didn't say anything."

He Fuqiong thought for a while, and immediately said: "Understood, you send it to Xinshang Peak and hand it over to Elder Yan Sichun."

The voice outside the door responded: "Yes!"

After a while, the visitor left, and He Fuqiong continued to practice.

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Valley of Five Colors.

Above the high dome, a huge dharma boat floats quietly, and countless demons and ghosts swim around the boat quickly, and the yin energy is diffused. Not far away, an exquisite embroidered building also stops in mid-air, and the bead curtains sway in the strong wind.

The vast valley below is like a vast plain, with five colors intertwined, bright colors, and a fishy and sweet smell steaming in the dead silence.

Inside the dharma boat, the top cabin.

Pei Ling was sitting high on the throne, closing his eyes slightly, calming down and nourishing his energy.

The letter of war has been sent to the Cold Dark Sword Sect, and the battle is imminent, but it is not suitable to continue discussing with Wenren Lingse during this time.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt that a strange aura was rapidly approaching the Valley of Five Colors.

Pei Ling immediately opened his eyes. It was the sword intent of the Han An Sword Sect, and he should have come here specially to find him.

Pei Ling immediately raised his head and looked in the direction where the aura came from. His eyes instantly penetrated through layers of barriers and landed on a slender and vigorous figure.

The man had loose long hair, cloud boots on his feet, a cassock with stone and green pine patterns, and a sword box on his back.

Its escape speed is extremely fast, one moment it was far away from the Valley of Five Colors, and the next moment it has escaped into the valley and appeared in front of Fazhou.

Immediately afterwards, a plain and clear voice spread throughout the world in an instant: "Cheng Dun, the Cold and Dark Sword Sect, before Senior Brother He makes a move, I want to learn about the brilliant moves of the Holy Son of Chongming Sect!"

Hearing this, Pei Ling moved and immediately appeared on the deck of the Fazhou.

At the same time, the beaded curtain of Xiulou was rolled up, and Wenren Lingse also emerged from the sky, standing in the air.

Pei Ling carefully looked at Cheng Dun in front of him. Although Han Anjian's other sword repair challenges surprised him, when he challenged Yanxi City and Su Zhentian before, Wenren Lingse and Meng Hongxuan, They also challenged him in advance.

Therefore, facing the challenge of Han An Jianzong's sword repair at this moment, he was not too surprised. After thinking about it for a while, he said calmly: "Okay."

After the words fell, Pei Ling took a step forward, leaving the Fazhou, and stopped in the void.

Immediately, Shi Nanzi sent a voice transmission, "Take the dharma boat to a farther place."

Shi Nanzi quickly replied via voice transmission: "Yes!"

Immediately afterwards, the runes around the giant dharma boat were brightly lit, and it instantly turned into a huge phantom, fleeing towards the distance.

At this time, Wenren's voice suddenly rang in Pei Ling's ears: "Cheng Dun is the Great Elder of the Han'an Sword Sect, and he is also the direct younger brother of the same master as the Sword God of the Sword Sect."

"The two of them grew up together since they were young, and they have a deep relationship. After the sword god took over the position of suzerain, Cheng Dun has always been his deputy."

"Over the years, the Sword God has devoted himself to cultivation, and Cheng Dun has basically been assigned to take care of the affairs of the Han An Sword Sect."

"I haven't seen Cheng Dun take a shot in many years."

"It's a little strange that he suddenly came to challenge you this time."

Hearing these words, Pei Ling's face remained unchanged. Cheng Dun was not a sneak attack, but a direct challenge. No matter what, he could not refuse this battle.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately sent a voice transmission: "If Cheng Dun's strength is average, I will show mercy."

Wenren Lingse was secretly relieved, then looked at Cheng Dun, and said, "Cheng Daoyou, why do you want to challenge Pei Ling all of a sudden?"

Cheng Dun said calmly: "I heard that the son of the Chongming Sect challenged my five orthodox lords, and won three battles and three victories. Out of curiosity, I planned to come here to ask for advice."

Wenren Lingse felt even more strange that Cheng Dun was not a competitive person, and his strength was not bad, but compared to the three masters of Zhongkui Youzhi, Tiexiong Tuo, and Cen Fangwo, he must be somewhat different. gap.

Zhong Kui Youzhi, Tie Xiong Tuo, and Cen Fangwo all used the magic weapon of the clan, and even used the methods of the sect's background such as [Seven Kills Misfortune Banner] and [Lawless Heavenly Seal], but they were still defeated by Pei Lingzhi in the end. hand.

As long as Cheng Dun is not stupid, he will definitely not be Pei Ling's opponent!

This time I took the initiative to challenge, there is always something inexplicable...

At this time, seeing that Fa Zhou had fled into the distance, Pei Ling immediately said, "We can start now."

But Cheng Dun said: "Wait a little longer, I have to wait for a few people."

wait?

Pei Ling was slightly taken aback. Suddenly, majestic mountains appeared in the void not far away. It was the Nine Yi Mountain monk I had seen before.

After the old man from Nine Yi Mountain appeared, he glanced around and saw Cheng Dun, Wenren Lingse and Pei Ling standing in the air, and there were no other figures, so he was a little puzzled. Why did Cheng Dun suddenly invite him here just now? ?

Immediately, a huge flower branch hangs down from the sky, and a little bud on the branch grows rapidly and blooms. The figure in Yi is dignified and elegant, but it is Empress Liu.

When the two saw Pei Ling, Wenren Lingse and the old man from Jiuyi Mountain who had arrived first, they were also puzzled.

But before anyone could speak, Cheng Dun immediately looked at Pei Ling and said, "That's fine."

Pei Ling nodded and said, "Please!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword qi burst out from the sword box behind Cheng Dun, and twelve flying swords with dazzling brilliance and sternness flew out of the huge qi mechanism like a waterfall flowing backward.

Each flying sword is as clear as a mirror, and the sword intent is lingering on it, with majestic power, and with the momentum of thunder, it cuts towards Pei Ling.

Pei Ling remained motionless, and said in a low voice, "Sleep!"

The Twelve Flying Swords fell silent immediately, their brilliance faded, the blades dimmed, and all the sword spirits in the flying swords seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep together.

The sword intent on the flying sword is greatly reduced, the power is dispersed, and the speed drops suddenly, but in the blink of an eye, it is reduced to twelve ordinary irons.

Cheng Dun also felt a strong sleepiness attacking his heart, and his eyelids wanted to close uncontrollably... At the critical moment, the shadow of the sword flourished in his eyes.

Zheng! !

A Qingyue sword cry resounded in his ears, like the chant of a dragon in the sky, like Huang Zhong Dalu, and in an instant, he suddenly woke up.

Before Cheng Dun could make another sword strike, a cold and loud voice resounded throughout the world: "Curse!"

Chapter 136: Somewhere.

Cheng Dun immediately festered all over his body, blood mixed with pus gurgling, and vicious faces the size of fingernails rushed to appear on his wound, his mana began to be consumed rapidly, and these rotten faces were being forcibly divided Take his power!

The next moment, Pei Ling said in a vague voice, "Forget!"

This voice was like an irresistible order, mysterious and mysterious, and the rules between heaven and earth began to change immediately.

Just as Cheng Dun was about to make a move, he instantly forgot what he was going to do next!

Pei Ling flicked his fingers, and a blood-colored knife pierced through the void, and instantly slashed towards Cheng Dun.

Affected by the law of "forgetfulness", Cheng Dun's expression was dull, and he could only watch helplessly as the saber energy got closer...

Seeing that the battle had just begun, Pei Ling had already displayed absolute crushing strength without even taking out the Nine Soul Knife. Except for Wenren Lingse, the other three monks watching the battle were all shocked!

The middle stage of harmony!

The strength of this holy son of Chongming Sect is stronger than before!

However, just when everyone thought the outcome was decided, Cheng Dun suddenly burst out with a terrifying sword intent that could destroy the world!

clang!

Before the bloody saber energy touched Cheng Dun, it was instantly melted by the sword intent.

The whole world dimmed in an instant, as if it withered in an instant, all the freshness, vitality, and prosperity... all disappeared, as if they wanted to return to withering and death.

Cheng Dun has come to his senses, the law, dense human faces, and ulcers on his body are all forcibly wiped away by this powerful and unparalleled sword intent!

However, his entire body began to crack a little bit.

Cheng Dun didn't use his twelve natal flying swords anymore, but opened the sword box and took out a simple long sword from it.

This sword is black in whole body, and its style is well-regulated. It looks very ordinary, but the four monks glanced at it, but they all showed shocking expressions: "The ancestor sword of the cold and dark sword sect?!"

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

Between the cliffs of the lone peak and within the cave.

He Fu sat on the jade platform in the vaulted position, and the room was covered with frost and snow.

Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look in one direction.

He frowned slightly, then shook his head slowly.

[Sword Intent to Slash Immortals]...

Junior Brother Cheng decided to challenge Pei Ling before him.

This situation...something is not right!

His sword heart is clear, and all affairs in the sect cannot be hidden from his eyes, especially in such important matters, it is impossible for such omissions to occur!

But this time, no matter whether he didn't think about it beforehand, or when Junior Brother Cheng went to get the ancestor sword and [Sword Intent to Slay the Immortal], he seemed to be blinded by something, and he didn't notice it at all!

It's as if the way of heaven in the dark wants Junior Brother Cheng to challenge Pei Ling...

Do not!

It should be the way of heaven that wants Pei Ling to face the ancestral sword and [Sword Intent of Immortal Slaying] of the Cold Dark Sword Sect!

Thinking of this, He Fuqiong's eyes immediately flashed a clear understanding, it was a catastrophe!

The catastrophe of Pei Ling, the holy son of Chongming Sect!

But this junior has just joined the Dao, and this is by no means an external calamity in the Transcending Tribulation Period...

This Holy Son of Chongming Sect may be walking a path!

With a flash of thought in his mind, He Fuqiong got up instantly, regardless of these things, go save Junior Brother Cheng first!

Green smoke spewed out like pillars in the cave, and the figure of the sword god disappeared instantly.

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Valley of Five Colors.

The world is dim, and all colors are gone.

Both Pei Ling and Cheng Dun stood in the air, facing each other from a distance. The cracks in Cheng Dun's body continued to expand, but the sword intent in his body became more and more terrifying. He held a black long sword, which looked ordinary and unremarkable. Among them, there seems to be an incomparably majestic and powerful force, like a seed after the rain, ready to go.

The four spectator monks quickly exited the Valley of Five Colors without any hesitation and watched from a distance.

"The ancestral sword of the Cold Dark Sword Sect! No wonder Fellow Daoist Cheng asked me to come here. It turns out that Fellow Daoist Cheng wants to challenge Pei Ling!"

"It's not just the ancestor sword, the sword intent comprehended by Cheng Daoyou is not like this!"

"This should be one of the five sword intents in Wu Jianyuan of the Cold Dark Sword Sect. The Taoist body of Cheng Daoyou can't bear this kind of sword intent and has already begun to collapse..."

"Strange! Why is Cheng Daoyou holding the ancestral sword and one of the five sword intents to fight Pei Ling, but not the sword god?"

"I don't know! If it's the Sword God who uses the Ancestral Sword and one of the Five Sword Intents, even if Pei Lingxiu has reached the middle stage of the Dao, he will definitely not be the opponent of the Sword God!"

Just as he was speaking, Cheng Dun raised his ancestral sword with both hands, aimed at Pei Ling, and slashed fiercely.