I just want to be a quiet man

Like the morning sun rising slowly.

He suddenly raised the saber over the top, and then slashed fiercely!

In an instant, Pei Ling's whole demeanor changed suddenly, Cui Wei, majestic, tyrannical, majestic...

Above its head, a huge blood-colored blade is rapidly condensing.

The blood blade is huge and vast, unimaginable, like a land that was born out of thin air, stretching across the sky, covering the sky, swallowing thousands of miles, with the momentum of vast oceans and thousands of mountains rushing.

boom! ! !

Amidst the deafening bang, the huge blood blade fell down like the sky!

When there was no time left, Pei Ling raised his saber again and slashed fiercely.

Next, the third knife, the fourth knife, the fifth knife...

In just a split second, he has already swung thousands of [Zhan Qiong]!

Clang clang clang clang clang...

The terrifying, tyrannical, domineering and fierce saber aura collided with He Fuqiong's flying sword and sword aura without any fancy in an instant.

Amidst the earth-shattering bangs, the saber energy was like glass falling to the ground, shattering one by one;

The jade-like flying sword was also instantly sent flying upside down by several sharp sword auras.

boom boom boom boom...

Scattered saber and sword qi criss-crossed the sky, splashing in all directions, plowing the Five Colors Valley like a plow, like cracks in ravines and mountain streams all over the valley.

Countless ground springs gushed out and gurgled, almost becoming a country.

The valley that was originally flat is now jagged and undulating, and the terrain is beyond recognition.

He Fuqiong's sword energy Wang Yang was completely shattered, but the remaining sword energy continued to cut towards him.

Whoosh!

The jade flying sword pierced through the void in an instant and appeared in He Fuqiong's hand. He lifted the sword from his hand and dropped it, immediately slashing out a cold and terrifying sword energy.

boom! ! !

The sword light splashed like the moonlight after purification, cold and pure, soft as nothing, but irresistible.

All the remaining saber energy that had been cut in front of He Fuqiong's body was wiped out by this sword!

But before He Fuqiong slashed out the second sword, Pei Ling's figure moved, and instantly fled in front of him, without any fancy, directly slashed down!

Without any hesitation, He Fuqiong flew his sword through the air and slashed at Pei Ling fiercely.

clang! ! !

The Nine Soul Saber and He Fuqiong's flying sword slashed fiercely together again.

The terrifying sound waves rippled out again. Above the ground, the mud, sand and stone water, like soft water, followed the impact of the sound waves, forming circles of ripples, layer upon layer, and swayed away into the distance.

Pei Ling was knocked back half a step by Peiran's huge force, and He Fuqiong, who was standing in the air, was directly sent flying.

At this moment, in the Nine Souls Saber, the sword spirit emanated an extremely exciting emotion, as if instantly refreshed, and the sword intent became more vigorous and intense.

Before He Fuqiong stabilized his figure, Pei Ling stepped out, shuttled through the void, and rushed towards him again!

He Fuqiong competed with him in Taoism, and he and He Fuqiong competed for the bottom line!

Yes, from the very beginning, his sword was no weaker than He Fuqiong's flying sword!

The first time He Fuqiong's flying sword pierced through his chest, he used a method that he no longer remembers!

The second time, he separated his avatar, and wanted to use other methods again, but his natal knife was almost cut off by He Fuqiong's flying sword!

But after that, when he was in danger, he swung his saber continuously to resist, but abnormally blocked the more fierce attack of He Fuqiong's flying sword!

The third time he was no match for He Fuqiong's flying sword was when he found an opportunity with his avatar and formally used other methods...

The last time, the bloody hole on his right shoulder and the hideous wound on his body were all because he used other methods!

Chapter 144 : Only with the knife in my hand, open my way to immortality!

Even though his saber can compete with He Fuqiong's flying sword, as long as he uses other means, it will shake his sword skills!

The Dao of the Sword is his major since he joined the Chongming Sect.

When he was using a knife, as long as he had any doubts, He Fuqiong's flying sword could immediately cut through all his defenses!

This is not a battle of swords, but his lack of Dao heart!

But now, Pei Ling voluntarily forgot all means other than the Dao of the Sword, and bet the outcome of this battle, the success or failure of the Immortal Road, and his own path in the Dao of the Sword.

Pure, concise, persistent, unyielding... All dharmas are forgotten, and the truth begins to appear!

With such a flawless mind, what is compared is the real knife and sword!

In addition, I don't know if it was his own illusion, after forgetting many methods, he felt that his knife was obviously faster than before!Stronger than before!

It seemed that many invisible cobweb dust had been wiped away from the Nine Souls Blade in an instant.

The spirit of the sword and the body of the sword are filled with the joy and intimacy of blending with his aura and becoming one.

Even though he has never practiced Dao of the Sword above the Composite Stage until now, but... that's enough!

When his thoughts turned, Pei Ling had already rushed to He Fuqiong, without any hesitation, the Nine Soul Sword slashed down!

Forget all kinds of methods, abandon my supernatural powers, and open my way to immortality with only the knife in my hand!

He Fuqiong didn't have time to recover, and immediately stabbed Pei Ling's eyebrows with a sword, as if to force him back!

Pei Ling didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, and the speed of the Nine Soul Sword's slashing speed increased instead of decreasing!

puff! !

boom! ! !

He Fuqiong fell into the valley like a meteor, the whole ground trembled, and the smoke and dust mixed with mud and water were like rain.

One corner of the blood-stained crow green cassock fluttered in the air for a few times before falling down weakly, but in the freshly baked deep pit, in the turbid water mixed with mud and sand from the ground spring, a smear of bright red was slowly dissipating.

From the left shoulder to the right abdomen of He Fuqiong, there was a knife mark as deep as the bone, and the blood rushed out!

Pei Ling stepped into the air and stood, with blood dripping down between her brows, running down the bridge of her nose and chin, and sinking into the skirt of her clothes.

The wound between his eyebrows was not deep, it was just a flesh wound, and under the circulation of mana, it healed in no time.

But at the critical moment, his saber was faster than He Fuqiong, and he slashed the opponent first. This sword mark was just a scratch from the flying sword.

He Fuqiong slowly stood up from the pit, with sword intent lingering and transpiring all over his body, almost as real, he raised his eyes that seemed to contain thousands of lightning, and finally looked at Pei Ling with unprecedented seriousness: "I see. "

"Your way is not mixed, but a few fellow practitioners!"

Pei Ling stood in mid-air, but did not continue to make a move, but asked straightforwardly: "When will your avatar arrive?"

He Fuqiong said indifferently: "Here we are."

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Outside the Valley of Five Colors.

Void.

The four spectator monks stood in the air, all staring at the scene in the valley.

The fight between Pei Ling and He Fuqiong was really too fast, and with their cultivation base, they couldn't help but hold their breath and concentrate, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

Seeing that Pei Ling was at a disadvantage, the other three people except Wenren Lingse all heaved a sigh of relief, and their expressions relaxed.

Su Zhentian Qi Zilang sighed: "Sword God's sword is stronger than before!"

The old man of Jiuyi Mountain stroked his long beard and smiled slightly: "One sword breaks ten thousand spells, this is the sword of Han'an Sword Sect."

"Or it should be said that this is the sword of the Cold Dark Sword Sect."

Empress Liu Greed nodded, and the pearl hairpin and tassels swayed gently, refracting thousands of pearls, making her look even more graceful. She said softly, "When Daoyou He was young, there was only one peer who could receive his sword."

"Don't talk about the past, but now, the only chance for Pei Ling to win is that immortal technique."

"But He Daoyou's sword is too fast, he has no chance!"

Qi Zilang nodded: "That's right! The Sword God just now didn't use the Ancestral Sword, didn't need to comprehend Jianyuan's sword intent, and thought it was because he was too arrogant, so it turned out that he didn't need it."

"I really didn't expect that after not seeing the sword god for many years, his swordsmanship has improved to such an extent!"

The old man in Jiuyi Mountain smiled slightly, but he was quite emotional in his heart.

He recalled the previous scene in Tianchen Peak. At that time, all the elders believed that the mountain master's strength was comparable to that of the sword god, but the mountain master bluntly said that without foreign objects, he was not as good as the sword god...

At that time, he thought it was the mountain master's self-effacing.

He didn't know the difference until he saw He Fuqiong's sword today...

The Cold Dark Sword Sect has a sword god in charge, so you can really rest easy!

Thinking of this, the old man of Jiuyi Mountain nodded confidently and said: "This battle, the overall situation is settled!"

Both Qi Zilang and Empress Liu Greed nodded in agreement: "He Daoyou is worthy of the name of Sword God!"

"Sword God is worthy of being a Sword God. Sure enough, the sword's heart is clear, and with the frost blade in hand, it is invincible!"

As soon as the words fell, the situation in the Valley of Five Colors suddenly changed.

Pei Ling was already bruised and covered in blood, but he suddenly changed his previous style of play, abandoning all laws and supernatural powers, not even trying celestial arts, and only used that magic knife.

The shadows of swords, lights and swords were like shadows, accompanied by the thunderous sound of cracking the air, spreading across the entire battlefield.

In an instant, Pei Ling not only blocked He Fuqiong's sword, but also turned his defense into an attack, and killed He Fuqiong!

boom! ! !

With a loud noise, He Fuqiong fell heavily to the ground, forcefully smashing the valley out of a big hole.

The faces of the old man in Jiuyi Mountain, Empress Liu Greed, and Su Zhentian Qi Zilang froze for a moment, with shock in their eyes.

Pei Ling's saber is actually stronger than the Sword God's sword? ?

How can this be? !

Wenren Lingse heaved a sigh of relief. The sword god has only used his avatar to fight these years. The strength of the deity is indeed too unexpected.

Fortunately, Pei Ling has stabilized his position, so it should be fine...

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

In a secluded manor far away from the Valley of Five Colors.

In the backyard, the pavilions and pavilions are covered by Yaohua Qicao, and the entire unique mansion is shrouded in a phantom formation, and there are several formations that conceal the atmosphere and conceal the movement to isolate the inside and outside.

In the gazebo, Su Lijing was dressed in a golden crown and sat upright. Behind him stood a group of subordinates in black robes, all of whom were respectful and held their breath.

In the mid-air outside the gazebo, there is a huge mirror floating.

This mirror is in the shape of an ellipse, surrounded by white phalanxes on the edge. On the phalanxes, the runes shine and the Yin Qi diffuses.On the back of the mirror, there are densely packed eyeballs, each eyeball contains rich darkness, coldness, death, resentment...

At this moment, in the mirror surface, there are layers of water ripples, showing the battlefield in the Valley of Five Colors.

The jade flying sword with purple meaning was flying across the sky. Even though Pei Ling used the law, he was still pierced through the chest by the flying sword. Blood splashed the sky, but he was seriously injured on the spot!

Looking at this scene, Su Lijing nodded in satisfaction.

It was right not to make a move last time, Pei Ling is seriously injured now!

In the next battle, even if Pei Ling could turn defeat into victory, he would definitely pay a very heavy price.At that time, he can easily kill the opponent without any effort!

And if He Fuqiong wins...then there's no need for him to do it himself!

Of course, the best result is that both parties die together!

Chapter 145: One move determines the outcome.

At this time, a black-robed monk behind him slightly bowed, and said: "My lord, those monsters from the Liugai Dynasty are coming."

When Su Lijing heard the words, he immediately came back to his senses, and immediately ordered: "You wait to step back first."

The subordinates led the way.