I Just Want To Be Quiet

If you are really forced into a desperate situation, use fairy magic!

When his thoughts were changing, Pei Ling shook his head slightly, the nine major sects have a very deep background, and they must not be underestimated!

He originally thought that as long as his cultivation base reached the middle stage of He Dao, the sect masters of the nine sects would use a method similar to the [Seven Kills and Disaster Banners], and no one would be his opponent anymore.

But in the last battle, Cen Fangwo's [Incapacity of Heaven] really gave him a glimpse of the background of the nine sects!

Under the circumstances at that time, even if his cultivation reached the late stage of the joint path, the entire battle process would not be any different from the early stage of the joint path!

In addition to these, this time he fought against the Sword God, Su Lijing, and should come again!

At that time, he can deliberately get hurt a little, and lead Su Lijing to take action...

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

On the top of Qijian Mountain.

Lingyun is the top of the Big Dipper, and it stands tall on the sea of ​​​​clouds.

The strong wind here is fierce, the ground is covered with thick layers of ice, no matter the mud and stone, and the cold is so deep that it seems to freeze everything.

The entire mountain top is empty, only a dark flying sword is inserted obliquely on a light blue rock.

The body of the sword and the rocks were all wrapped in ice and snow, falling down a foot-long icicle, like an ice sculpture.

Gangfeng roared, rolling up countless boulders and roaring past. Above the ice and snow, there were all the marks of sharp blade cuts in an instant, densely packed and shocking.

Only the ice and snow on the sword body was intact and unaffected in the slightest, and Gangfeng avoided it subconsciously.

tread, tread, tread...

The sound of heavy footsteps came, and a blood-stained figure walked up the mountain step by step.

Its stature is tall and tall, but at the moment, the whole body is full of criss-crossing sword marks, and countless sword intents are scattered and lingering, spreading rapidly among its limbs and bones.

Looking back at the footprints behind him, every step was stained with blood, winding all the way, shocking.

He looked intently at the Ancestral Sword inserted between the bluestones. He is not the suzerain, so to take the sword this time, he must go through the test of Qijian Mountain!

But now, when he stepped over the epee formation and reached the top of the mountain, he was already qualified to take the sword.

Cheng Dun continued to move forward step by step, blood dripped from the wound on his body quickly, instantly dyeing the ice and snow under his feet red.

In every drop of his blood, there is an incomparably pure sword intent.

Finally, Cheng Dun came to the Qingshi bank. He tidied up his ragged clothes, knelt down respectfully, and said solemnly: "In front of the enemy, Cheng Dun, the unworthy son of the younger generation, ask Zu Jian to come out to help!"

Surrounded by snow and gluttony, Zu Jian did not respond.

Cheng Dun didn't say more, just kept kneeling like this.

The mountain top was cold, and the sword intent that the ancestor sword had been escaping here for a long time was scattered into the wind and snow, making the Gang Wind, which was like a knife cut, even more cruel, constantly tearing the wounds that were deep in his bones.

The level of expression did not change in the slightest, as if the dense sword wounds were not on his body at all.

After three days, Cheng Dun was already full of anger, and it seemed that he would fall at any time. The sword marks all over his body were pale and blood loss was too much. Even if he was in the enlightenment stage, he had already reached the limit. Hard to support.

At this time, in the Ancestral Sword, an old and plain voice finally sounded: "Only once!"

Cheng Dun suddenly raised his head and said with a very determined expression: "Just this time!"

Saying that, he staggered to his feet and raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword.

The moment he held the hilt of the sword, all the injuries on his body and body quickly recovered in the blink of an eye. Cheng Dun pulled out the sword with a slight force, put his backhand into the sword box behind him, and then the figure quickly disappeared.

... the southwest corner of Sword Sect.

Surrounded by all the peaks, the mountains are so vast that the bottom cannot be seen, but it is an abyss.

The abyss is unfathomable, and when looking down, only the clouds and smoke are majestic, and the sword intent rushes into the sky!

This is Wu Jianyuan of the Cold Dark Sword Sect. In addition to the suzerain, all the elders, elders, Jianzi, and true disciples can enter to realize the sword.

Cheng Dun's figure appeared above the abyss, and in a flash, he had already escaped into it.

After a while, at the bottom of the abyss, he stepped into the protective circle.

The elder Taishang, who was guarding the place, sat in the air, and when he saw him, he nodded slightly, but he didn't doubt anything, just said lightly: "Don't get close to the center of Wu Jianyuan."

"Elder Huan Yun, who returned not long ago, is now reshaping his body there..."

Cheng Dun saluted calmly: "Okay!"

Saying that, he strode inward.

The sword intent here is diffused, almost as real, and within the entire array, there is a layer of gauze-like cloud and smoke lingering, slightly obscuring the vision.

A famous sword cultivator sat cross-legged on the ground, stood up and danced the sword, paced back and forth, or gestured... All of them were concentrating on comprehending the sword intent. Take a look at him.

Soon, the figures around Cheng Dun began to dwindle rapidly.

He walked to the center of Wujianyuan without any hesitation. Due to the reminder of the elder Taishang who guarded the place, the place was extremely empty at the moment, and there were no monks who understood the sword intent nearby.

I saw amidst the misty clouds, above the open space, five sword shadows of different shapes were suspended, carrying heavy loads and floating.

If these five sword shadows are real, they don't reveal any aura, but they give people an aura that destroys the sky and destroys the earth.

One of them is like a lotus flower, and under the sword shadow with the sword ridges and the curved lines connected in series, there is a graceful figure sitting cross-legged.

The body and body of the figure were all wrapped with incomparably strong sword intent, and there were countless sword spirits lingering and circling, as if heavy gauze curtains were hanging down, and the true face could not be seen.

Cheng Dun knew in his heart that this was the elder Huan Yunzhen.

Right now, the other party is rebuilding his body, and it seems that there is still some time before he can completely return to the road, which will not affect his plan!

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes and looked at the majestic, majestic, and magnificent sword shadow in the center, and then he played a simple and complicated magic formula and quickly grabbed it...

After half a stick of incense, Cheng Dun came out of Wujianyuan, and the elder Taishang who guarded the place did not notice any problems and let him leave.

After leaving Wu Jianyuan, he did not hesitate and quickly escaped from the Frost and Dark Sword Sect.

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Lonely peak.

in the cave.

Above the jade platform, He Fuqiong's body was covered with frost and snow, and the flying sword was suspended in mid-air, moving with his long breathing.

Just when one person and one sword were concentrating on cultivation, a respectful voice suddenly came from outside the cave: "Sect Master, Pei Ling's battle book has been sent."

He Fuqiong opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and a battle book dripping with ink appeared in his hand.

He opened the gauntlet, glanced at it casually, and immediately said: "The time is set in three days."

"It's the same as Pei Ling's first three battles."

"As for the location... wherever he is now, he will fight where he is."

The third and fourth night.

It was two watchdogs last night... It was written that the cervical vertebrae couldn't sit still, so I went to bed for a while, and fell asleep directly.

Feel sorry.

Lie flat and play.