I Just Want To Be Quiet

He Fuqiong said, "Fellow Daoist has had a battle just now, and his mana has also been consumed."

"I separated my incarnation and sent Junior Brother Cheng back to the sect. This battle is just fair."

Pei Ling said very decisively: "I don't need fairness."

Hearing this, He Fuqiong was slightly surprised, but he soon understood something, and when he looked at Pei Ling's eyes, a hint of admiration flashed.

Immediately said: "We can fight first."

"My avatar, will return soon."

"If fellow Daoists can't even fight against me now, there is no need to wait for my incarnation to return."

"But if my fellow Daoist can still compete with me after I return incarnation, I will do what my fellow Daoist wishes."

Hearing this, Pei Ling frowned slightly, but after thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "Okay!"

He Fuqiong raised his arm lightly, like a guest: "Please!"

Pei Ling said: "Please!"

The voices of the two fell, and the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword cut through the sky at the same time!

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

The huge flying sword stretches across the sky, the mountains on it are ups and downs, and the clouds cover the mist, like a fairy mountain in the cloud.

In the meantime, countless sword lights rose and fell, across the sky, vigorous sword intent, pervading everywhere.

hum!

Suddenly, a zhan sword light pierced through the sky, splitting the green trees in an instant, suppressing the sword intent of the mountain in an instant, the brilliance bloomed like a scorching sun, and after escaping into the gate of Jianzong, it went straight to Wujianyuan.

The clouds were thick, and the sword intent rushed into the sky.

Wu Jianyuan's entrance, the elder Taishang guarding this place just felt a little bit, but saw the sword light rushing down from the sky, as fast as lightning, and in a flash, it rushed past him, escaping into Wu Jian. deep abyss.

The elder Taishang was suddenly startled, but soon, he recognized the breath of the sword light and could not help frowning.

"The challenge of the Holy Son of Chongmingzong this time cannot be underestimated."

"It seems that the sect master is going to realize the sword intent of Jianyuan..."

Thinking of this, the elder Taishang suddenly sighed, and then continued to guard the entrance of Wu Jianyuan.

There are many sword meanings in the abyss, like the number of sands in the Ganges, and it is dark and unclear.

The sword intent is diffused, like a veil-like cloud and mist shadowing the buildings, one after another of people sitting, standing or wandering, all kinds of strange, but all of them are immersed in the countless sword intents here, and no one pays attention to the sword light passing by.

Wu Jianyuan Central.

Five sword shadows are suspended in the air, one of the sword shadows with a head like a lotus flower, a solitary figure is still sitting in the position, its whole body is wrapped in sword intent, stern and majestic, the head is low, and the neck is slender, like a swan, obviously A female nun.

The female cultivator didn't move, as if she was unaware of her surroundings. The sword intent on her side became stronger and stronger, as if heavy gauze was falling, and the details were blurred and difficult to discern.

In the silence, the shadows of the five swords sank and floated.

The one in the middle, I don't know when, has already lost half of the sword shape.

At this moment, a sword light in the distance shot like a fright, and stopped not far from the five swords.

The sword light turned, and the figures of He Fuqiong and Cheng Dun appeared.

As soon as Cheng Dun landed, he coughed violently, the blood in his mouth was like a spring, and in the seven orifices, blood was dripping and dripping continuously.

The cracks all over his body have penetrated into the bones, and in many places, there are even pieces of flesh and blood peeling off, which seems to be turned into countless fragments at any time.

He Fuqiong's avatar shot immediately, slashed with a sword, and instantly split Cheng Dun's body in half!

Cheng Dun was powerless to fight back and fell down.

The next moment, a wisp of spirit with a weakened breath left the body in an instant, [Sword Sword Intent] lost its host, and immediately rose from Cheng Dun's body, gathered in mid-air, and gradually condensed into a phantom of a severing sword. In the distance, the sword and shadow in the center blended together like one.

Suddenly, Jianying in the middle shook slightly, and suddenly let out a sharp sword cry.

The Broken Sword phantom, like being summoned, was instantly pulled, like a tiger returning to the forest, and flew towards it without hesitation.

Keng! !

A fierce clash of gold and iron sounded in the air, and the broken sword was connected to the sword shadow without any hindrance. It was like a hundred rivers entering the sea, and there was no obstruction between each other.

At the same time, in the entire Wujian Abyss, the vast sword intent rose into the sky, tearing apart the sea of ​​clouds, mountains and fog at the mouth of the Yuankou in an instant, pointing directly at the sky!

After lasting a breath, [Sword Intent of Slaying Immortals] slowly took a break and returned to silence.

He Fuqiong's avatar shot again, and he raised his hand again with a sword. This sword directly hit Cheng Dun's soul.

At this moment, nearly half of Cheng Dun's soul had been eroded by the [Sword Intent of Slaying Immortals], showing cracks that were the same as his fleshly body.

The sword qi fell, and Cheng Dun suddenly let out an extremely painful scream, and the part of his eroded soul was cut to ashes by this sword!

After doing all this, He Fuqiong's avatar immediately restrained his sword intent, and then took out a storage bag and handed it to Cheng Dun's remaining soul, and said in a deep voice, "Next, you will stay here to reshape your body."

"In this storage bag, there are various materials to reshape the flesh."

"As for your crime this time, I will be punished after I return."

Saying that, He Fuqiong turned around immediately and was about to leave.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Dunqiang endured the pain of the heavy damage to his soul, and immediately said, "Brother, wait!"

He Fuqiong's avatar stopped, but he didn't look back.

Cheng Dun hurriedly said again: "Pei Ling is extremely strong, and the magic method is treacherous, please bring the ancestral sword and [Slayer Sword Intent]!"

He Fuqiong shook his head in disguise, and said lightly, "Do you know why you lost this time?"

Cheng Dun looked startled, and then he remembered what Pei Ling had just said to him.

If the opponent's cultivation base is still in the early stage of the combination, the battle will be very exciting...

Yes!

If Pei Lingxiu was like him, he would definitely win!

Thinking of this, Cheng Dun immediately replied: "I lost because of my lack of cultivation, and I was unable to exert the true power of the Ancestral Sword and [Slayer Sword Intent]. If my cultivation is..."

Before he could finish speaking, He Fuqiong's avatar couldn't help shaking his head, and his voice was calm but majestic and interrupted: "You lose because you don't believe in your own sword!"

After that, He Fuqiong's avatar strode away without waiting for Cheng Dun to say anything.

hum!

Zu Jian, who had been silent all the time, flew up from Cheng Dun's body, which had already turned into flying ash, and fled towards He Fuqiong's incarnation.

Cheng Dun's spirit stayed where he was, his expression panicked and dazed, but in his mind, he was constantly thinking about the last sentence of his brother...

Lost in not believing in your own sword?

He didn't disbelieve his own sword, but he wanted to win too much!

At this time, a cool and cool voice suddenly came from not far away: "Sect Master is right."

"My generation of sword cultivators, Tao Xin only swords."

"Since you can come this far, no matter what, you shouldn't doubt your sword!"

Cheng Dun suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the figure under the head of the lotus sword, which was heavily wrapped in sword intent and sword energy, bowed, and said in a deep voice, "Senior Huan, you have been reshaping your body all this time, but I don't know something."

"The son of Chongmingzong's generation, this time, he has challenged the Emperor Zokui of the Liuqing Dynasty, the Lord of Tiecheng of Yanxi City, and the headmaster of Suzhentian Cen. He has won three battles and three victories. His strength cannot be rationalized at all."

"This fourth challenge is my Cold Dark Sword Sect."

"Zhengdao has lost three games in a row, this fourth game, no matter what, he can't lose again!"

Enveloped by the strong sword intent and sword energy, Huan Yunzhen slowly opened a pair of eyes that were as cold as autumn water, and asked in a calm voice, "I wonder if you can talk about this Pei Ling in detail?"

Cheng Dun nodded: "Okay!"

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