I just want to be a quiet man

The Supreme Elder was startled, but soon recognized the breath of the sword light, and couldn't help frowning.

"The challenge of the son of Chongming Sect this time should not be underestimated."

"It seems that the suzerain is going to acquire Jianyuan's sword intent..."

Thinking of this, the Supreme Elder immediately sighed, and then continued to guard the entrance of Wu Jianyuan.

There are many sword intentions in the abyss, like the number of sands in the Ganges River, it is dim and unclear.

The sword intent diffused, like gauze-like clouds and shadows, one after another figure sitting or standing or wandering, all strange, but all immersed in the countless sword intents here, no one paid attention to the sword light passing by.

The center of Wu Jianyuan.

Five sword shadows floated in the air, and under one of the sword shadows whose head was like a lotus flower, a solitary figure was still sitting. His whole body was wrapped in sword intent, majestic and majestic. With his head hanging down, his neck was slender like a swan. She is a nun.

The female cultivator remained motionless, as if she was ignorant of her surroundings, and the sword intent on her side became more and more intense, as if heavy veils were falling down one after another, making it blurry and difficult to discern the details.

In the silence, the shadows of the five swords were ups and downs.

The one in the middle lost half of its sword shape at some point.

At this moment, a beam of sword light shot out like a frightened bird in the distance, and stopped not far from the five sword intents.

The sword light turned, and the incarnation of He Fuqiong and Cheng Dun appeared.

As soon as Cheng Dun landed on the ground, he coughed violently, blood gushed out of his mouth like a spring, and blood trickled down from the seven orifices.

The cracks all over his body have penetrated into the bones, and in many places, there are even pieces of flesh and blood peeling off, which seem to be turned into countless pieces at any time.

He Fuqiong's avatar struck out immediately, and with a slash of his sword, Cheng Dun's body was split in half in an instant!

Cheng Dun had no strength to fight back, and fell down in response.

The next moment, a wisp of spirit with weakened aura left the body in an instant, and [Sword Slaying Intent] lost its host, and immediately rose from Cheng Dun's body, gathered in the mid-air, and gradually condensed into a phantom of a broken sword. In the distance, the sword shadow in the middle blends together like one body.

Immediately, the sword shadow in the center shook slightly, and suddenly let out a sharp sword cry.

The phantom of Broken Sword was drawn instantly as if being summoned, like a tiger returning to the forest, it flew towards him without hesitation.

Keng! ! !

An intense clash of gold and iron resounded in the air, and the broken sword entered into the shadow of the sword without hindrance, as if hundreds of rivers entered the sea, with no hindrance between them, and immediately, the shadow of the sword returned to its original state without any damage.

At the same time, in the entire Enlightenment Sword Abyss, a vast sword intent soared into the sky, tearing apart the sea of ​​clouds, mountains and mist at the mouth of the abyss in an instant, and pointing directly at the sky!

After continuing for a breath, [Sword Slaying Immortal Intent] just slowly stopped and returned to silence.

The incarnation of He Fuqiong struck again, and raised his hand to strike another sword. This sword directly struck Cheng Dun's soul.

At this moment, nearly half of Cheng Dun's soul has been eroded by the [Sword Intent to Slay Immortals], showing cracks that are the same as those in his physical body.

When the sword energy fell, Cheng Dun let out a scream of pain in an instant, and the part of his soul that had been eroded was cut into ashes by the sword!

After doing all this, He Fuqiong's avatar immediately restrained his sword intent, then took out a storage bag and handed it to Cheng Dun's remaining soul, and said in a deep voice: "Next, you will stay here to reshape your physical body."

"In this storage pouch, there are various materials for reshaping the physical body."

"As for your crime this time, you will be punished after I return."

Saying that, He Fuqiong's avatar immediately turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Dun endured the pain of being severely wounded, and immediately said: "Brother, wait!"

He Fuqiong's avatar stopped, but he didn't look back.

Cheng Dun hastily said again: "Pei Ling is extremely powerful, and his methods of magic are treacherous. Brother, please bring the ancestral sword and [Sword Intent to Slay Immortals]!"

The incarnation of He Fuqiong shook his head, and said lightly: "Do you know why you lost this time?"

Cheng Dun was taken aback, and immediately remembered what Pei Ling had just said to him.

If the opponent's cultivation base is still in the early stage of the Dao, then the battle will be very exciting...

Yes!

If Pei Lingxiu was like him, he would definitely win!

Thinking of this, Cheng Dun immediately replied: "I was defeated because my cultivation was not enough, and I failed to display the true power of the ancestor sword and [Sword Intent to Slay the Immortal]. If my cultivation..."

Before he could finish speaking, He Fuqiong's avatar could not stop shaking his head, and interrupted in a calm but majestic voice: "You lose because you don't believe in your own sword!"

After finishing speaking, the avatar of He Fuqiong strode away without waiting for Cheng Dun to say anything else.

hum!

The ancestral sword that had been silent all this time flew up from the side of Cheng Dun's body that had already turned into flying ash, and fled towards He Fuqiong's incarnation.

Cheng Dun's spirit stayed where he was, his expression panicked and dazed, but in his mind, he kept thinking about the last words of his senior brother...

Lost because you didn't believe in your own sword?

He didn't disbelieve in his sword, it's just that he wanted to win too much!

At this time, a cold voice suddenly came from not far away: "The suzerain is right."

"I am a sword cultivator, and my Dao heart is only the sword."

"Since you have made it this far, no matter what, you shouldn't doubt your sword!"

Cheng Dun suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the figure wrapped in sword intent and sword energy under the lotus sword head, saluted, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Huan, you have been reshaping your body all this time, but I don't know something."

"The holy son of Chongmingzong's generation has challenged the Emperor Kui of the Liugai Dynasty, the Tiecheng Lord of Yanxi City, and the head teacher of Suzhen Tiancen. He has won three battles and three victories. His strength cannot be judged by common sense."

"This fourth challenge is my Cold Dark Sword Sect."

"Zhengdao has lost three games in a row, and this fourth game, no matter what, can't lose again!"

Enveloped by the strong and substantial sword intent and sword energy, Huan Yunzhen slowly opened a pair of piercing bright eyes, and asked calmly, "Can you tell me more about Pei Ling?"

Cheng Dun nodded: "Okay!"

Chapter 141 : Battle Sword God!

Cold Dark Sword Sect.

Valley of Five Colors.

Above the entire valley, the void is turbulent, and the space cracks are like deer branches, chapping in all directions.

brush brush...

The sword energy crosses the sky, shining brightly, just like the tide floating under the moonlit night, reflecting the sky.

The blood-colored saber aura reflected the high sky, dyeing most of the sky red, like a sea of ​​blood surging forward, roaring forward with an unstoppable momentum.

clang!

The sword qi and the knife qi collided continuously, and the sound of gold and iron was as dense as thunder, and it was endless. Suddenly, a surging wave of terrifying air was stirred up, and ripples immediately rippled in the void.

Above the sky, the blue sky trembled, and the white clouds disappeared little by little, as if they had never existed.

In the valley below, I don’t know how many years of five-color miasma has been accumulated, it was cut, dispelled, swallowed, and wiped out in an instant... The exposed land, in the blink of an eye, has already added countless knife marks and sword marks. In an instant, countless criss-cross gullies appeared on the terrain.

The entire valley is riddled with holes and beyond recognition.

The sound of gold and iron stopped abruptly!

The sword energy and saber energy shattered at the same time, and the piercing sword intent and domineering sword intent filled the entire world in an instant.

After a probing move, He Fuqiong nodded slightly: "The foundation is good!"

After saying that, a cold light flashed between his brows, and a long sword with a faint purple light that looked like a jade carving suddenly shot out from it, pointing directly at Pei Ling!

This sword is as fast as lightning, and when the purple light shines through the sky, it has already passed by.

fast!

very fast!

Ordinary monks in the Dao stage may not even be able to keep up with the speed of this sword!

Pei Ling stood in the air, holding the Jiupo Dao, and was about to use the law, but saw that the flying sword had already cut to a distance of not far from the center of his eyebrows!

brush!

Before he could use the law in time, Pei Ling suddenly swung his knife and slashed.

clang! ! !

The flying sword and the long knife slammed into each other, and there was a low buzzing sound immediately.

Pei Ling's right arm holding the knife sank slightly, but he successfully blocked the sword.

He Fuqiong's flying sword was too fast, taking advantage of this opportunity, Pei Ling suddenly said loudly: "Everyone!"

This voice was like an inviolable will. After it fell, the rules of the entire battlefield changed immediately.

High above the sky, a replica of the ancestral sword appeared in an instant, filled with tens of thousands, like a school of migrating fish, densely packed, filling the void as far as the eye can see.

However, as soon as these ancestor sword replicas were formed, a faint purple sword light passed by, and in just a split second, all the ancestor sword replicas were completely wiped out!

The next moment, Jian Guang deftly turned in mid-air and struck towards Pei Ling again.

Pei Ling's voice was grand and cold: "Ni!"

The voice fell, and the rules between heaven and earth underwent a series of changes again.

It's just that the flying sword's momentum remains undiminished, and its tenacious will and sharpness spread like a rock. When the rules change, the flying sword breaks the rules; when the rules are bound, the flying sword breaks the rules!

clang! ! !

The chill swept over like a tide, and when the flying sword was only an inch away from the center of Pei Ling's eyebrows, it was once again blocked by the Jiupo Saber in Pei Ling's hand.

The jade-like flying sword suddenly erupted with a strong sword intent like cutting gold and jade, and Pei Ling immediately felt the terrifying force coming from the blade of the Nine Souls Saber!

He Fuqiong wanted to cut off his Nine Soul Sword!

Pei Ling's aura exploded in an instant, and his aura suddenly rose to the peak of the middle stage of the Dao from the beginning!

This is 【End of the Last Dao】!

Bloody, massacre, mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, invincible, domineering... A strong saber intent surged out of Pei Ling's body.

At the same time, above the Nine Soul Saber, the same sword intent rose up.

Pei Ling could clearly feel an unprecedentedly strong fighting spirit coming from the spirit of the sword in the sword.

Like a summer starry night, the aura of the long knife soared, and immediately firmly blocked the huge force of the flying sword.

With the opposing swords as the boundary, the heaven and the earth on this side turned into two realms in an instant.

Cui Wei is domineering with a sword intent in one realm, and the sea of ​​blood is surging;

During the stalemate, Pei Ling suddenly looked up at He Fuqiong, and said in a faint and flat voice, "Sleep!"

He Fuqiong's aura quickly fell silent, his eyelids drooped uncontrollably, but the next moment...

puff! ! !

The Feijian instantly shook the Jiupo Knife away, and the sharp blade pierced through Pei Ling's chest!

His chest was cold, he had been severely injured, and Pei Ling's face turned pale, but under the influence of [End Dao Qingxian], his aura suddenly surged again, directly breaking through the peak of the middle stage of the Hedao, reaching the level of the late stage of the Hedao!

Blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth and quickly wet his clothes. Pei Ling immediately and clearly felt the abnormal self-blaming emotion of Dao Ling coming from the Nine Soul Dao.

He immediately comforted Dao Ling with Dao Intent, but he was extremely puzzled in his heart.

He Fuqiong's aura of cultivation is obviously not as good as Tiexiong Tuo after using the [Seven Kills Misfortune Banner]!

And after he gushed out [End Dao Qingxian] just now, his cultivation had reached the peak of the middle stage of the Dao, and even if he faced Tie Xiong Tuo who used the [Seven Kills and Misfortune Banner] again, he was sure to suppress the opponent head-on.

But now, He Fuqiong obviously looks weaker than Tiexiong Tuo at that time, but he can in turn hit him hard!

With that in mind, Pei Ling's movements were not slow at all.

Before He Fuqiong could break free from his rules, he immediately swung his saber, and in an instant, countless blood-colored saber aura erupted like a mountain torrent, roaring and slashing at He Fuqiong with a fierce and domineering momentum!

The saber Qi is majestic, each of which contains powerful and unparalleled power, which seems to be able to cut off the sky, water and wind, and smooth all obstacles ahead!

He Fuqiong stood in the air, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, and he didn't make any defenses.

But after his flying sword pierced Pei Ling's chest, he returned to his master in an instant.

Whoosh!

Without He Fuqiong's control, the flying sword pierced through the void, and already took the initiative to meet the thousands of saber auras that were coming.