I Just Want To Be Quiet

clang clang clang clang...

Just as the blade was about to pierce into the body of the cultivator of Yanxi City, the cultivator of Yanxicheng also appeared densely packed with various weapons, the cold light flickered, the sparks splashed, and after a fierce clash of gold and iron, they blocked Pei. Ling's reversal of the results.

The cultivator Yan Xicheng looked at Pei Ling sharply, and said in a hoarse voice: "The Great Dao returns to the void... It's a pity... there is no way..."

"No matter how strong the law you master... it's still beyond your strength..."

As soon as the words fell, the many weapons that Pei Lingzhou had transformed into, all disappeared like snow meets the sun!

The swords that popped out from the cultivator's armor in Yanxi City immediately soared and extended out. Each sword turned into a mighty and resolute armored general.

The first general was burly and stocky, as if it was made of pure steel. The position of the visor was completely covered, and the outline of the wild beast was carved out. The whole body was full of savage, fierce, and fierce aura.

He held a battle axe, raised it high, and brazenly slashed at Pei Ling with the sound of wind and thunder.

The second general is lean and lean, with a slender body, holding two halberds. In the cramped space, he walks nimbly, like a poisonous insect dormant in the dark night. The halberd emerges like a snake and pierces Pei Ling’s vital points. The armor of the honorable general is full of pits and pits, covered with all kinds of scars, the breath of blood and fire, rushing towards the face, looking cold and silent, carrying a mace on his shoulder, and the sharp rivets shone with a cold light.

"call!"

The wind suddenly picked up, and the mace slammed into Pei Ling's head with a smashing force.

The space inside the coffin is small, but it can no longer accommodate the fourth general.

The strong wind was blowing in the face, the blade had not yet reached his body, and the coldness was already all over his body. Pei Ling could not avoid it, and there was no room to move. He immediately knew in his heart that this was the law mastered by the cultivator of Yanxi City!

The other party is a big realm higher than him, and he has just left the second gate, and immediately enters the third gate. The power of the new law obtained in the second gate has no time to organize, and he is very unskilled. Therefore, no Can completely reverse the previous results. .

The next moment, Pei Ling's breath changed, the sea of ​​blood surged out, and the sword intent rose, and the whole person seemed to be transformed into a peerless murderous sword in an instant.

Three lines of sword qi that were as beautiful as dripping blood instantly appeared all over his body.

These three saber qi are condensed like substance, and their shape is the same as that of the Nine Soul Saber. On the blade body, three pairs of eyes that contain joy, anger and sorrow, respectively, suddenly opened.

The three [Blood Evil Sabre Soul] transformed by the sword spirit were instantly cut out.

clang clang!

The sound of gold and iron prospered, and after a clanging sound, three sword qi blocked the swords of the three generals.

Seeing that his blade was being held by the sword energy, the three warriors surging with fighting intent, suddenly raised their heads and let out a low roar, roaring like thunder, rolling away in all directions.

Immediately, the aura of the warrior soared, and the sword aura was suddenly shaken away.

The wind was fierce and sharp, and the swords of the three generals continued to blast towards Pei Ling.

At the same time, the cultivator of Yanxicheng opened his mouth, and suddenly spit out countless swords, spears, swords, halberds and other weapons, like a long river composed purely of weapons.

The surging surging, surging out incessantly, seemed to devour Pei Ling completely.

Pei Ling is still absorbing the fate of the Yanxi City cultivator, and has no plans to let go. He suddenly filled with thick and substantial darkness, and the darkness invaded quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it engulfed the entire coffin.

In the darkness, countless whispers sounded, and the three sword qi that were shaken turned in mid-air, and quickly met the sword that the cultivator of Yanxi City spit out.

In front of Pei Ling, six blood-trained sword qi appeared again.

clang clang clang clang...

Puff puff…

A series of clanging sounds sounded, dense like a shower, and Pei Ling's body was immediately pierced by countless swords.

In the darkness, a cold and treacherous voice suddenly sounded: "Reverse!"

All the swords that pierced Pei Ling's body began to regress along the previous trajectory, the blood in the wounds flowed back, and the wounds began to recover one by one.

But the speed of this regression is getting slower and slower.

When Pei Ling still had a sharp dagger stuck in his waist and abdomen, the backward movement had stopped.

The cultivator Yan Xicheng didn't hear the whispers in the dark, and punched Pei Ling directly.

boom! !

Pei Ling didn't have time to dodge for a while, and took the punch firmly.

His whole body slammed into the coffin board, blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he said in a loud and cold voice: "Curse!"

The whole body of the cultivator of Yanxicheng deteriorated, the pus gurgled at a faster speed, the stench became more intense, and more and more faces appeared on the wound.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee..."

Sharp, ear-piercing laughter resounded throughout the coffin.

The Yanxicheng cultivator's expression did not change, and he continued to shoot.

bang bang bang bang...

In the small space, the two quickly fought at a speed that was unrecognizable to the naked eye.

The blood fell bit by bit at first, and soon it splashed in a fluffy puff. Then, it became like a stream. Pei Ling's injuries became more and more serious, but he didn't let go, Yan Xi. The fate of the cultivator of the city flowed into his body continuously.

Gradually, as the loss of fate became more and more serious, the aura of the monks in Yanxi City became weaker and weaker.

His figure seemed to be a picture scroll wet by rain, becoming more and more shallow.

boom boom boom…

The coffin kept vibrating, and the cobwebs were ripped apart, the dust rustled, and the battle became more and more intense.

...After a long time, the movement in the coffin finally calmed down.

At this moment, in the coffin, the figure of the Yanxi City cultivator is almost transparent, and the breath is weakened to the extreme.

Pei Lingzhou's body was covered in scars, blood soaked through his robes, and under him, it gathered into a pool of blood, and his face was as pale as paper.

He has never been in a coma at the moment, and is already supported by his will.

Both sides are already at the end of the shot, and there is not much power left, only enough for the last shot.

The chaotic aura around cultivator Yanxi City and the monstrous hatred for the living have become extremely thin, and the loss of a lot of life has taken away his strength, and it has also brought a gleam of clarity to his eyes.

He suddenly asked in an obscure and low voice: "You... which sect's arrogance..."

Hearing this, Pei Ling hesitated for a moment, but finally replied: "The Son of Chongmingzong, Pei Ling."

The cultivator of Yanxicheng nodded slightly, and then said weakly: "Zhongmingzong...help this seat...bring...one thing...back to Yanxicheng..."

"Yanxi City...Fushi..."

"The fate of this seat... count... as a deposit..."

"...After the matter is completed...the Fu family...will give you the rest...reward..."