I just want to be a quiet man

The blood is mighty and mighty, and the ocean is wanton, like the Milky Way rewinding, swallowing thousands of miles, annihilating everything wherever it goes, and the entire sky is dyed into an endless sea of ​​blood.

A little bit of purple light pierced the sky like a lone star in the cold night. Even though the blood was overwhelming, it could never conceal its brilliance.

The sword howl rose suddenly, resounding all over the world in an instant, the sword intent was radiant, filling the whole world, the sword energy was endless, like a giant whale against the current, fighting the wind and waves in the sea of ​​blood, tracing back to the source.

The flying sword is extremely fast, cutting into thousands of saber energy in an instant!

Clang clang clang clang clang...

In the midst of the aura of purple, the blood-colored saber energy shattered one after another, falling like waves of blood, and the jade-like long sword came and went like thunder, swift as lightning, majestic, invincible, and unstoppable!

Pei Ling didn't hesitate, and dense dark red lines appeared all over his body in an instant.

Immediately after all the lines appeared, they converged towards the back, and thick darkness appeared. In the darkness, slender white arms stretched out.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Lilan stepped forward, and the darkness turned into a black gown, covering her shoulders with a graceful figure, and the sleeves of the gown fluttered, making her appear more delicate and beautiful.

The avatar had just stood still, and before he had time to pinch the spell, a bolt of purple lightning swept across the void, breaking through the entire sea of ​​blood, and heading straight for Pei Ling's body and avatar!

Chapter 142 : All laws in the world, cut them with one sword!

Pei Ling immediately swung the Nine Soul Saber, the blade pierced through the air, and the sound was like the roar of thousands of ghosts, and he slashed towards the flying sword in a shrill manner.

clang! ! !

The swords slammed together again, sparks splashed like rain, and the void shook like water ripples.

Pei Ling was able to hold a stalemate with He Fuqiong's flying sword just now, but now He Fuqiong is trapped by the law, and the power of the flying sword should have been weaker, but right now, when the swords hit each other, Pei Ling suddenly felt numb, and the Nine Soul Sword Almost got out!

Pei Ling was startled. Although his avatar was separated and his strength was scattered, at this moment, the wound on his chest hadn't healed at all. The blood had already soaked through the entire front, and was still dripping down the sleeves and corners of his robe. Blood stains.

Under the effect of [End Dao Qingxian], his aura is only stronger than before, not weaker!

But now that the knife was cut out, he was actually at a disadvantage!

The purple light was piercing, and the flying sword and the Jiupo Dao split apart at the touch of a touch. They swam in mid-air like a fish, then regained their momentum, and slashed towards Pei Ling again.

The long sword came and went like lightning, flashing in the void, but its speed was faster than before!

In an instant, the entire sky was filled with his vivid phantoms, like thousands of swords hanging in the air.

Pei Ling didn't have time to use other means, and the Nine Soul Saber cut out again.

Clang clang clang clang clang...

In the blink of an eye, the sword clashed no less than a hundred times!

Sparks are flying one after another, splashing like heavy rain; the void is cracked inch by inch, and the cracks are densely covered in this world like spider webs.

Blood flowed from Pei Ling's tiger's mouth, and from the wound on his chest, the blood flow was even worse. The whole body was covered with blood, and a blood pool had already formed in the valley below, but Feijian was gradually blocked.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Lilan finally escaped to a safe place, her ten fingers were like orchids just blooming, and she quickly pinched the magic formula.

Whoosh!

The flying sword came again, Pei Ling switched the Nine Soul Sword from the right hand that had completely lost consciousness to the left hand, and then slashed out again!

clang! ! !

Pei Ling's entire left arm was bleeding, and the cracked wound was torn apart, but at the critical moment, he hurriedly grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands regardless of the injury, and the Jiupo knife never let go!

In the middle of the sky, the purple light turned around, Senhan faced him, and the flying sword slashed at Pei Ling again!

The long sword pierced through the air, its momentum was fierce, and its sword intent was majestic, like a towering abyss standing tall, faster than a thunderbolt, and it came crashing down with the momentum of Wanjun.

At the same time, He Fuqiong's eyes, which had been half closed, suddenly opened, and a majestic and terrifying sword intent suddenly appeared in the eyes.

He turned his head, looked at Pei Ling's avatar from the air, raised his arm lightly to indicate the sword, and moved a little further away.

"cut!"

A majestic, destructive and powerful sword energy was born out of thin air, and instantly cut Mo Lilan sharply.

Mo Lilan was playing complicated and treacherous formulas one after another, and it only took a few breaths of time before [Dameng of the Underworld] was successfully cast, but this short few breaths was enough to make this incarnation die thousands of times!

The situation took a turn for the worse, Pei Ling didn't have any hesitation, and immediately with a thought, Mo Lilan immediately stopped casting [Dream of the Underworld] and quickly fled to the main body.

The avatar escaped to the side of Pei Ling's body, and directly stuck to his back. Mo Lilan turned into a mass of darkness in an instant and merged into Pei Ling's body.

Holding the saber in both hands, Pei Ling held up the cold blade, and slashed at the flying sword that was coming towards him.

At the same time, his voice was ethereal and calm: "Everyone!"

Immediately, countless huge and sharp giant axes appeared between the sky and the earth, which are exactly replicas of Yanxi Chengzong's treasure [Evil Slaying Axe].

These replicas were as numerous as a sea of ​​smoke, and they slashed at He Fuqiong without any hesitation.

next moment……

clang! ! !

Immediately, the Nine Soul Knife was forcibly shaken away by the flying sword, purple light flashed, blood blossomed, and the flying sword passed through Pei Ling's right shoulder lightly and smoothly.

The sword roar in the sky vibrated, and the sword energy that originally cut towards Mo Lilan followed closely behind, and because of the incarnation integrated into the body, it whizzed past Pei Ling's waist and abdomen.

Blood was splashed like rain.

Standing in the air, Pei Ling has become a blood man. His stern face is covered with blood stains. There is a blood hole on his chest and right shoulder, and there is a deep hole from his left shoulder to his right waist and abdomen. The hideous sword marks on the bones can be seen.

After two sword strikes in a row, Pei Ling stood still and remained motionless. Instead of weakening, his aura continued to rise steadily. His aura soared into the sky, and his cultivation level skyrocketed again. It was from the late stage of Hedao to the peak of Hedao!

The power of [End Dao Qingxian] is getting closer and closer to fairy art!

Pei Ling raised her head slowly, and looked at He Fuqiong who was condescending, and suddenly realized a little bit of understanding in her heart, so...it was so!

ding ding ding ding...

At this time, the purple light flowed, and the flying sword returned to He Fuqiong's side, sweeping across the sky and the earth with a howl, like a giant whale swimming in the sea, stirring up the wind and waves, and counting all the replicas of the [Evil Slashing Axe] that were slashing towards its master. Chopped!

Seeing that Pei Ling's aura had become extremely terrifying, as if he was about to surpass the level of the Dao stage, He Fuqiong's face was as calm as water.

His voice was flat: "My lord, practicing the sword is not practicing the law."

"Everything in the world can be cut with just one sword!"

"Your way is too complicated."

"If it weren't for the deep foundation, it wouldn't be able to stop my sword!"

Hearing this, Pei Ling smiled slightly, his voice became hoarse due to the severity of his injuries: "That's not necessarily the case!"

"Exploration, so far."

"Senior Sword God, please!"

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

The giant sword bears the mountains and rivers, and the huge land hangs high in the sky, covering the clouds, mountains and mist.

A crow-green figure escaped from the gate of Jianzong Mountain, with hair tied in a bamboo crown, star eyes full of electricity, and a tall and straight posture, but no sword intent escaped from his body, concise and restrained, it was the incarnation of He Fuqiong.

After flying away for a while, he suddenly stopped and stood in the air.

At the next moment, the long sword pierced through the air, followed by a black flying sword with a simple style and a terrifying aura. It was the ancestral sword that should have returned to the top of Qijian Mountain.

Right now, it appeared outside the Han An Sword Sect, hovering beside He Fuqiong's avatar.

He Fuqiong's avatar said calmly: "I don't need to borrow any external force for this battle. I also invite Senior Zujian to return to Qijian Mountain."

From the ancestral sword, an old voice came out: "The demon cultivator just now is very unusual."

"I can help the suzerain."

The avatar of He Fuqiong shook his head slightly: "I already have my own sword, so I don't need to bother senior."

Hearing the suzerain's refusal, the ancestor sword hummed slightly, and said again: "I won't make a move, just go and watch."

The incarnation of He Fuqiong still shook his head, and said calmly: "Then Pei Ling has fought three times before, and the Liugian Dynasty, Yanxi City, and Suzhentian all used the treasures of the Zhenzong."

"As long as the senior is present, even if he doesn't make a move, Pei Ling will also be distracted and on guard, unable to go all out."

"It's very unfair to him."

"In this battle, I am not only winning or losing."

"I also invite the seniors to return to the mountain."

Seeing the suzerain's resolute attitude, Zu Jian suddenly fell silent.

He Fuqiong's incarnation stopped wasting time, and quickly turned into a sword light, and fled towards the Valley of Five Colors.

Chapter 143: Dao Xin.

Looking at the direction in which He Fuqiong's avatar left, Zujian Jianling sighed.

The clan-restraining treasures of the nine sects all have extremely high vision.

They are enshrined in the forbidden area of ​​the sect, and they will only be used when the sect encounters a major crisis.

It is rare to recognize a monk alone as the master.

And the suzerain of this generation of Hanyan Sword Sect is very in line with its conditions for acknowledging the master!

It's a pity that He Fuqiong's eyes are only on the natal sword that has grown up step by step with him...

In addition, the magic cultivator who fought against Cheng Dun just now is actually very good, but the other party used a knife...

While thinking, Ancestral Sword shook slightly, changed direction, returned to the Cold Dark Sword Sect, and headed to Qijian Mountain.

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Valley of Five Colors.

Numerous cracks were cut into the void and the earth. Amid the unbearable shattering sound, the bigger and bigger cracks continued to spread in all directions.

Pei Ling's body was covered with scars, bones were visible, blood was splashed all over his face, and his black shirt was dripping with blood. It looked extremely miserable, but his aura was steadily increasing and he was incomparably strong.

In mid-air, He Fuqiong's cassock fluttered against the wind, like the wings of a raven flying, standing in the air with a flat expression, and a flying sword with a hidden purple meaning and a jade-like texture was suspended beside him, with a clear light like water, shining brightly.

The two sides confronted each other from a distance, and the Qi machine was condensed like a thread, concentrating on each other's whole body.

"Senior Sword God, please!"

"Please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Fuqiong didn't hesitate at all. Immediately, with a thought, the flying sword beside him suddenly turned into a clear light with a hint of purple, and slashed towards Pei Ling again.

The long sword pierces through the air, as fast as lightning, its sharpness is unparalleled, it seems that everything is falling apart before the blade, the void is cracked inch by inch, the sound of the sword continues, the cold light has already passed by, it is unstoppable!

Pei Ling suddenly closed his eyes, and said in a flat voice, "Forget!"

The voice fell, like an order.

But this time, the target of the law is no longer He Fuqiong, but himself!

In an instant, Pei Ling forgot all the spells, all supernatural powers, and all methods other than Dao of the Sword, including fairy art!

The sword's edge was like frost and snow, and in the blink of an eye, it had already cut to the point between Pei Ling's eyebrows, and it seemed that the next moment, it was going to come out through the head!

But at this moment, Pei Ling suddenly opened his eyes, with a sharp saber intent in his eyes, burst out suddenly, and the Nine Souls Saber, as gorgeous as a summer day and a moonlit night, immediately slashed out.

At this moment, all his thoughts were focused on this knife.

As if the blood-colored veil-like blood fiend steamed up, the long knife pierced through the air, and countless void fissures were formed instantly, the cold light was as swift as thunder, and the speed was not weaker than He Fuqiong's flying sword!

clang! ! !

The sound of the vast metal and iron is as real as it is, shaking the void, and the layers of ripples continue to spread towards the surroundings in a form visible to the naked eye.

As sparks splashed, the sword slashed fiercely, Pei Ling's arms were as firm as a rock, and he remained motionless.

One sword was useless, the flying sword separated from the Nine Soul Sword in an instant, and then made a turning point in mid-air. After regaining its momentum, it slashed down again.

At the same time, He Fuqiong, who was standing in the air, was slightly surprised, and immediately raised his arm lightly, pointing to the sword, and pointed toward Pei Lingxu.

Thousands of sword auras immediately emerged from He Fuqiong's body, like a raging sea tide, covering the sky and covering the sun. Every sword aura is bitter and cold, exuding a majestic, vast and terrifying sword intent.

The sword energy permeated the sea, like a nine-day river rewinding, and like thunder rolling down, surging down.

The entire Valley of Five Colors was instantly submerged by the ocean of sword energy.

In the valley, Pei Ling held the Jiupo Saber tightly, and the saber intent on his body became more and more intense.