I Just Want To Be Quiet

clang clang clang clang...

In just an instant, the flying sword and the magic sword clashed in the air with more than a thousand moves.

The sword qi is reckless, and the sword qi is domineering and fierce. The blue light hanging in the air has long been smashed into the air, the clouds of smoke flow, the sky is low, and only the sword light and the sword light illuminate this section of the river.

At the same time, Jianxiu, who was standing on the water, pointed to a sword and slashed towards Pei Ling...

A dark and cold sword qi roared towards Pei Ling.

Pei Ling also pointed to form a knife, and slashed out with four fingers.

The extremely compressed blood-colored saber slashed towards Jianxiu like a slash.

clang! ! !

The sword qi shattered instantly, and the blood-colored sword qi's power was greatly reduced, but it continued to slash at Jian Xiu.

Jian Xiu's **** stood in front of his chest, and the magic trick was moved. All the scattered sword intents in this world, all roared together, forming a huge sword formation.

ding ding ding...

The sword qi only advanced less than half a zhang in the sword formation, and then collapsed uncontrollably. .

The sword cultivation technique changed, and above the long river, in the void, countless flying swords appeared, cruising around like swimming fish, regrouping in an instant, from defense to attack.

Countless pitch-black sword energies shot at Pei Ling from all directions with a gloomy and icy momentum.

Pei Ling's expression didn't change at all, he just raised his right hand, and then slashed at this side of the world.

A huge blade roared out, instantly in the long river, slashing a crack that made the river unable to bridge for a long time, and many malicious under the river water could not escape, revealing all kinds of true colors.

The screams sounded, and countless dead souls scurried in mid-air, crisscrossing each other, and a large net opened quietly.

[Yinyu Kongming Slash]!

The densely packed flying swords annihilated most of them in an instant. The entire sword formation, like the river water, was chopped into two halves, and all the sword qi shot at Pei Ling also dissipated without a trace.

Pei Ling stood on the deck of the Wu Peng ship, his voice was cold, evil, and grand: "Curse!"

The words fell, and Jianxiu's body immediately began to rot. In the wound, pus gurgled, and a face full of resentment and evil grew out.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee……"

A sharp and piercing laughter sounded, and all the faces opened their mouths in unison, bursting into laughter.

Jian Xiu didn't pay any attention to the injury on his body, his body moved like a ghost, and he rushed to Pei Ling in an instant, using his finger as a sword, and stabbed Pei Ling between the eyebrows!

In Pei Ling's eyes, the runes rose and intertwined, strange and grotesque, [Eternal Curse Magic Power]!

[The "law" of forgetting]!

Jian Xiu's breath dropped rapidly, but his body didn't stop at all, the sword breath between his fingers continued to stab Pei Ling, without being affected by the [law of oblivion]!

clang!

Pei Ling turned four fingers into a knife and cut off the sword qi stabbed by Jian Xiu.

Immediately, darkness filled his entire body, as if ink had entered clear water, spreading rapidly, and in an instant, Jian Xiu was completely engulfed...

After a long while, the [Mist of Heaven] came to a close, the darkness faded, and under the bleak sky, Pei Ling's figure was revealed. The headless body slowly fell and sank to the bottom of the river.

"Buzz!"

A sorrowful sound of the Qingyue sword resounded through the sky, and the pitch-black flying sword fell, and the flying sword and its master lived and died together. , and sank into the water together with Jianxiu's body.

At the same time, a long sword like the stars in the dark night escaped from the sky, but it was the Nine Soul Sword that came back and hovered in front of Pei Ling.

Pei Ling turned his head and quietly looked at the head in his hand.

This Sword Cultivator of the Frost Dark Sword Sect has already lost his mind and fights only by instinct.

Therefore, just now his [the "method of forgetting"] was of no use to him, because the other party didn't remember everything about himself...

Just as he was thinking about it, the head he held in his hand suddenly turned into a gray-black smoke, directly sinking into his palm.

Immediately, an attachment to the sword, hatred of the living, desire to kill... just like breaking a **** and controlling the water, surged out and roared into Pei Ling's mind.

Pei Ling's face distorted immediately, and after a while, he gradually recovered.

His expression became extremely dignified, and it was fate!

However, the sword cultivator of this Frost Sword Sect has already lost his mind. The fate of the other party is extremely chaotic. All kinds of hatred, obsession, and killing emotions are mixed together. It is more complicated and chaotic than the previous Gu Chuzi and the monks in the Reincarnation Tower.

Just as he was thinking about it, Pei Ling suddenly raised his head, but saw the surrounding scenery change, and the gray sky suddenly brightened.

The surging river water under the steps, the original turbid yellow, turned into an emerald-like emerald green.

Under the water, white shadows fluttered and gathered, the tulle skirts flew like fins, and they were as dexterous as mermaids.

"Whoa!"

Amidst the splashes of water, a white shadow suddenly protruded out of the water, but it was a young girl with an enchanting posture, boldly dressed and wearing a veil, revealing only a pair of star-like eyes. On the white and porcelain skin, there was a little bit of water light, and the water flowed down the veil and the hair, and soon, it slipped over the slender neck like a crane and merged into the delicate collarbone.

There was also a pink double-petaled flower in the collarbone from somewhere, and further down, there was emerald green river water.

With a handsome appearance and a graceful lotus, there seemed to be thousands of spring water in his eyes, Yingying looked at Pei Ling and walked towards him step by step.

As she approached, her graceful and slender figure gradually stepped out of the water.

The soaked gauze was clinging to the delicate body, and it was looming and looming.

Behind her, a slender, fair-skinned beauty, like a hibiscus emerging from the water, poked her head from the water one after another, and then swayed towards Pei Ling.

Each of them, while walking, had their eyes firmly fixed on Pei Ling.

It seems that Pei Ling is their common lifelong love, and in their hearts, only this one is for everything.

Pei Ling suddenly felt that deep in his heart, there was an incomparably strong feeling of love.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The sound of water murmured, and the beauties continued to approach him. Every step was as if the wind was supporting the weak willows and the water was pushing the lotus flowers, which was indescribably charming and gentle.

Taking another step, their veils suddenly floated down to the surface of the water, revealing shy and seductive, fragrant and delicate flowers.

Immediately afterwards, the tulle-like tunic, unable to fall, floated on the emerald green water.

The beauties were not aware of it, and were still walking forward, the water flow gently fluctuating, pulling down the gauze a little bit.

The fragrant skin of the jade body is like the beginning of the moonlight, showing every inch.

In this scene, it was as if a sailor on a voyage to the deep sea encountered a group of mermen.

The strong Gu Yingnian washed away Pei Ling's sanity, and the urge to sink in with all these beauties, regardless of it, surged like a tidal wave.

Pei Ling's muscles were tense, and his blood seemed to be boiling.

Seeing that these beauties were getting closer and closer to him, he suppressed all Gu Qiinian and said with great difficulty: "Curse!"