I Just Want To Be Quiet

Looking at the direction in which He Fuqiong's avatar left, Zujian Jianling sighed suddenly.

The magic treasures of the nine major sects are all with extremely high vision.

They are enshrined in the forbidden area of ​​the sect, and only when the sect encounters a major crisis will they take action.

Rarely will a single monk be recognized as the master.

And the suzerain of this generation of the Cold Dark Sword Sect is very in line with its conditions for the recognition of the lord!

It's a pity that He Fuqiong's eyes only have the sword of life that has grown up step by step with him...

In addition, the magic cultivator who fought against Cheng Dun just now was actually quite good, but the opponent used a knife...

While thinking about it, Zu Jian was slightly shocked, changed direction, returned to the Cold Dark Sword Sect, and headed to Qijian Mountain.

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Five Colors Valley.

The void and the earth have been cut into countless cracks, and in the unbearable cracking sound of this world, the larger and larger cracks are still spreading in all directions.

Pei Ling's body was covered with scars, and he could see the bones were thick, blood was splattered all over his face, and blood was dripping from his black shirt. He looked extremely miserable, but his momentum was rising steadily, and he was extremely powerful.

In mid-air, He Fuqiong's robes were hunting and facing the wind, like the wings of birds flying, standing in the air with a dull look, a flying sword with hidden purple meaning and a texture like jade suspended beside him, clear light like water, shining brightly.

The two sides confronted each other from a distance, and their Qi machines were condensed like lines, concentrating on each other's bodies.

"Senior Sword God, please!"

"Please!"

As soon as the words fell, He Fuqiong didn't hesitate at all. Immediately, his mind moved, and the flying sword beside him suddenly turned into a clear light with a slight purple meaning, and slashed at Pei Ling again.

The long sword pierced through the sky, as fast as lightning, and its sharp edge was unmatched, as if everything fell apart before the blade.

Pei Ling suddenly closed his eyes and said calmly, "Forget it!"

The voice fell, like an order.

But this time, the target is no longer He Fuqiong, but himself!

In an instant, Pei Ling forgot all techniques, all magical powers, and all means other than Dao of the Blade, including immortal techniques!

The sword's edge is like frost and snow, and in a flash, it has already cut to Pei Ling's eyebrows.

But at this moment, Pei Ling suddenly opened his eyes, the sword intent in his eyes burst out, and the nine soul swords that were as beautiful as the summer moonlit night immediately slashed out.

At this moment, all his thoughts were concentrated in this knife.

The blood-like veil-like blood transpired, the long knife broke through the air, and countless void cracks were born in an instant.

clang! ! !

The sound of the vast gold and iron is as real as it is, shaking the void, and the layers of ripples continue to spread around in the form of visible to the naked eye.

Between the sparks, the swords slashed together fiercely, and Pei Ling's arms were as solid as a rock, motionless.

The sword was useless, and the flying sword was separated from the Jiu Po ​​Dao in an instant. Then it turned in mid-air, and after regaining its momentum, it slashed down again.

At the same time, He Fuqiong, who was standing in the air, was slightly surprised, and immediately raised his arm slightly to refer to the sword, and pointed towards Pei Ling.

Thousands of sword qi appeared all over He Fuqiong's body immediately, like a sea of ​​anger, covering the sky and the sun.

The sword qi filled the air like the sea, like a nine-day long river rolling backwards, and like thunder rolling down, surging down.

The entire Five Colors Valley was flooded with sword energy in an instant.

In the valley, Pei Ling clenched the Nine Soul Saber tightly, and the sword intent became more and more intense on his body.

Like the sun rising slowly.

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

In an instant, Pei Ling's whole personality changed suddenly, Cui Wei, grand, 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.

boom! ! !

Amidst the deafening loud noise, the huge blood blade suddenly fell, like the sky!

When there was no time to let go, Pei Ling raised the knife again, and slashed again.

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

In just an instant, he has already swung thousands of [Zhan Qiong]!

clang clang clang clang...

The terrifying, tyrannical and domineering sword qi instantly collided with He Fuqiong's flying sword and sword qi without any fancy.

In the earth-shattering loud noise, the sword qi fell like glass falling to the ground, shattering one after another; the sword qi was like snow and the sun, and large swaths of it disappeared.

The jade-like flying sword was also instantly shocked by several sharp swords and flew out.

boom boom boom boom...

Scattered sword qi and sword qi spread across the sky, splashing in all directions, ploughing the five-color valley, like cracks in ravines and mountains all over the valley.

Countless springs spewed out, gurgling flowing, almost into a swamp country.

The originally flat valley is now rugged, and the terrain is completely unrecognizable.

He Fuqiong's sword qi was completely shattered, but the remaining sword qi continued to chop down at him.

Whoosh!

The jade flying sword instantly penetrated the void and appeared in He Fuqiong's hand. The sword fell from his hand, and immediately cut out a terrifying sword energy.

boom! ! !

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

All the remaining sword qi that was cut to He Fuqiong's body were smashed to ashes by this sword!

But without waiting for He Fuqiong to cut out the second sword, Pei Ling's figure moved, and instantly escaped in front of him, without any fancy, and cut it straight down!

Without any hesitation, He Fuqiong slashed at Pei Ling with his flying sword.

clang! ! !

Jiu Po ​​Dao and He Fuqiong's flying sword slashed together again.

The terrifying sound waves rippled out again. On the ground, the muddy water was like soft water, following the impact of the sound waves, forming a circle of ripples that swayed layer by layer to the distance.

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

At this moment, in the nine soul swords, the sword spirit sent out an incomparably uplifting emotion, which seemed to be instantly refreshed, and the sword meaning became more and more vigorous.

Without waiting for He Fuqiong to stabilize his figure, Pei Ling stepped out, shuttled through the void, and charged towards him again!

He Fuqiong compares Taoism with him, and he fights with He Fuqiong for the background!

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

The first time He Fuqiong's flying sword pierced his chest, he used another method that he can't remember now!

The second time, he separated his avatar and wanted to use other means again, but the sword of life was almost cut off by He Fuqiong's flying sword!

But after that, in a critical situation, he continuously waved his sword to resist, but abnormally blocked the more fierce offensive of He Fuqiong Feijian!

The third time he couldn't match He Fuqiong's flying sword, he used his clone to find an opportunity to formally use other means...

The last time, the blood hole on his right shoulder and the ferocious wound on his body were also because he used other means!