Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang...
In just a moment, the flying sword and the magic sword fought in the air for thousands of moves.
The sword energy is erratic and reckless, and the sword energy is domineering and fierce. The faint blue light hanging in the air nearby has long been shattered, with smoke and clouds flowing, and the sky is low, and only the sword light and the sword light illuminating the river.
At the same time, the sword cultivator who stood on the water pointed a sword and slashed at Pei Ling with a sword...
A dark and cold sword energy roared towards Pei Ling.
Pei Ling also pointed to a knife and slashed out with four fingers.
The blood-colored sword energy that was compressed to the extreme was slashing towards the sword cultivator like a training practice.
clang!!!
The sword energy was shattered instantly, and the power of the blood-colored sword energy was greatly reduced, but it continued to slash towards the sword cultivator.
The sword cultivator stood in front of his chest with his two fingers pinched the magic tricks. All the scattered sword intents in this world roared and gathered together to form a huge and profound sword formation.
Dingding Ding Ding...
The sword energy only advanced less than half a foot into the sword formation and then collapsed without any support.
The sword cultivation technique changed, and countless flying swords appeared above the long river and in the void, swimming and running like a swimming fish, instantly recombining, from defense to attack.
Countless black sword energy, with the cold and grim momentum, shot towards Pei Ling from all directions.
Pei Ling's expression did not change at all. He just raised his right hand and then slashed hard at this world.
A huge sword aura roared out, and in an instant, cutting a crack in the long river that the river could not be bridged for a long time. The numerous malicious intentions under the river could not escape, revealing all kinds of true faces.
A scream sounded, and countless dead souls swam rapidly in the air, crisscrossing, and a big net quietly opened.
Yin Wei Kong Ming Slash!
The dense flying swords were instantly annihilated most of the sword formation, like the river water, was cut into two halves, and all the sword energy shot towards Pei Ling also collapsed without a trace.
Pei Ling stood on the deck of the black-sailed boat, his voice cold, evil, and grand: Curse!
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Cultivator's body immediately began to rot. In the wound, pus was gushing, and human faces were full of resentment and ferocious faces grew.
Hehehe...hehehe...hehe...hehe...
Sharp and harsh laughter sounded, and everyone's faces opened their mouths and bursts of laughter.
The sword cultivator ignored the injuries on his body at all. He moved his body like a ghost. He rushed to Pei Ling in an instant, using his finger as a sword, and stabbed Pei Ling's eyebrows straight!
In Pei Ling's eyes, runes rose and intertwined, strange and weird, and the eternal curse magical power!
The method of forgetting!
The sword cultivator's aura dropped rapidly, but his body did not pause at all. The sword energy between his fingers continued to stab Pei Ling, not affected by the method of forgetting!
clang!
Pei Ling made a knife with four fingers, cutting the sword energy stabbed by the sword cultivator.
As soon as he immediately spread all over his body, it was like ink entering clear water, spreading rapidly, and in an instant he completely swallowed the sword cultivator...
After a while, the mist of the dark sky closed little by little, dark but dim. Under the bleak sky light, Pei Ling's figure appeared. He stood in the air, holding the sword cultivator's head in his hand. Not far away, a headless corpse slowly fell down and sank to the bottom of the river.
Buzz!
A thunderous sound of Qingyue sword sounded throughout the sky, and the dark flying sword fell down. The flying sword of the native life and death with the master. At this moment, the originally sharp flying sword had absent from its inspiration and returned to ordinary iron, sinking into the water with the corpse of the sword cultivator.
At the same time, a long sword that looked like stars in the dark night flew into the sky, but the Nine Soul Sword returned and floated in front of Pei Ling.
Pei Ling turned his head and looked quietly at the head in his hand.
This sword cultivator of Han An Sword Sect has long lost his mind and fights by instinct.
Therefore, his method of forgetting just now was useless for it, because the other party didn't remember everything about him...
Just as he was thinking, the head he held in his hand suddenly turned into a gray-black smoke and directly penetrated into his palm.
Suddenly, a sense of persistence towards the sword, hatred for the living in the world, and a desire for killing... was like breaking the dike and controlling the water, surging out and roaring into Pei Ling's mind.
Pei Ling's expression immediately distorted, and after a while, he gradually came to his senses.
His expression became extremely solemn, and he was also destined!
However, the sword cultivator of the Han An Sword Sect has long lost his mind.
The other party's fate is extremely chaotic, and all kinds of hatred, obsession and killing are mixed together, which is more complicated and chaotic than the previous Gu Chuzi and the monks of the Reincarnation Tower.
While thinking, Pei Ling suddenly raised his head and saw the scenery around him changing, and the originally gray sky suddenly became brighter.
The surging river water under my feet, the original turbid yellow turned into a jade-like turquoise green and transparent.
At the bottom of the water, white shadows gathered, and the tulle skirt flew like fins, and it was as clever as a mermaid.
Hurry up!
As the water splashed, a white shadow suddenly poked out of the water. It was a young woman with a charming posture, dressed boldly and wearing a veil, revealing only a pair of star-like eyes.
The white skin, like porcelain, was stained with a little water, and the water flowed down the veil and hair. Soon, it slid across the neck of a crane and merged into the delicate collarbone.
There was also a pink complex flower in the collarbone that came from somewhere. Further down there was the emerald green river water.
He was so elegant and had lotus steps. 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 figure gradually walked out of the water.
The wet gauze dress was tightly attached to the delicate body, looking so exquisite that it was visible and faintly visible.
Behind her, a beautiful woman who was also dressed in thin clothes and graceful and fair, looked like a lotus from the water, and then walked towards Pei Ling in a swaying manner.
Each of them, as they walked, their eyes firmly stuck to Pei Ling.
It seems that Pei Ling is their shared lifelong love, and in their eyes and heart, this is the only one, for everything.
Pei Ling suddenly felt that a strong love affair emerged deep in his heart.
Crash, crash, crash...
The sound of water is gurgling, and the beauty continues to approach him. Every step is like the wind supporting the weak willows and the water rips the lotus, and the indescribable charm and gentleness.
After taking another step, their veils suddenly fell to the water, revealing the shy, delicate and tender Qiongzi look.
Immediately afterwards, the tulle-like skirt fell down and floated on the emerald green water surface.
The beauty was unaware of it and was still walking forward. The water wafted gently, pulling the gauze down little by little.
The jade body's fragrance is like the moon rising, revealing inch by inch.
This scene was like a sailor sailing in the deep sea, who happened to meet the marmoset girl's tribe.
The strong Gu Dai Nian washed away Pei Ling's reason, and the urge to sink into the same despair with these many beauties was like a tide.
Pei Ling's muscles were tight and his blood was as restless as if it was boiling.
Seeing these beauties getting closer and closer to him, he suppressed all the Gu Daimian and spoke very hard: Curse!
In just a moment, the flying sword and the magic sword fought in the air for thousands of moves.
The sword energy is erratic and reckless, and the sword energy is domineering and fierce. The faint blue light hanging in the air nearby has long been shattered, with smoke and clouds flowing, and the sky is low, and only the sword light and the sword light illuminating the river.
At the same time, the sword cultivator who stood on the water pointed a sword and slashed at Pei Ling with a sword...
A dark and cold sword energy roared towards Pei Ling.
Pei Ling also pointed to a knife and slashed out with four fingers.
The blood-colored sword energy that was compressed to the extreme was slashing towards the sword cultivator like a training practice.
clang!!!
The sword energy was shattered instantly, and the power of the blood-colored sword energy was greatly reduced, but it continued to slash towards the sword cultivator.
The sword cultivator stood in front of his chest with his two fingers pinched the magic tricks. All the scattered sword intents in this world roared and gathered together to form a huge and profound sword formation.
Dingding Ding Ding...
The sword energy only advanced less than half a foot into the sword formation and then collapsed without any support.
The sword cultivation technique changed, and countless flying swords appeared above the long river and in the void, swimming and running like a swimming fish, instantly recombining, from defense to attack.
Countless black sword energy, with the cold and grim momentum, shot towards Pei Ling from all directions.
Pei Ling's expression did not change at all. He just raised his right hand and then slashed hard at this world.
A huge sword aura roared out, and in an instant, cutting a crack in the long river that the river could not be bridged for a long time. The numerous malicious intentions under the river could not escape, revealing all kinds of true faces.
A scream sounded, and countless dead souls swam rapidly in the air, crisscrossing, and a big net quietly opened.
Yin Wei Kong Ming Slash!
The dense flying swords were instantly annihilated most of the sword formation, like the river water, was cut into two halves, and all the sword energy shot towards Pei Ling also collapsed without a trace.
Pei Ling stood on the deck of the black-sailed boat, his voice cold, evil, and grand: Curse!
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Cultivator's body immediately began to rot. In the wound, pus was gushing, and human faces were full of resentment and ferocious faces grew.
Hehehe...hehehe...hehe...hehe...
Sharp and harsh laughter sounded, and everyone's faces opened their mouths and bursts of laughter.
The sword cultivator ignored the injuries on his body at all. He moved his body like a ghost. He rushed to Pei Ling in an instant, using his finger as a sword, and stabbed Pei Ling's eyebrows straight!
In Pei Ling's eyes, runes rose and intertwined, strange and weird, and the eternal curse magical power!
The method of forgetting!
The sword cultivator's aura dropped rapidly, but his body did not pause at all. The sword energy between his fingers continued to stab Pei Ling, not affected by the method of forgetting!
clang!
Pei Ling made a knife with four fingers, cutting the sword energy stabbed by the sword cultivator.
As soon as he immediately spread all over his body, it was like ink entering clear water, spreading rapidly, and in an instant he completely swallowed the sword cultivator...
After a while, the mist of the dark sky closed little by little, dark but dim. Under the bleak sky light, Pei Ling's figure appeared. He stood in the air, holding the sword cultivator's head in his hand. Not far away, a headless corpse slowly fell down and sank to the bottom of the river.
Buzz!
A thunderous sound of Qingyue sword sounded throughout the sky, and the dark flying sword fell down. The flying sword of the native life and death with the master. At this moment, the originally sharp flying sword had absent from its inspiration and returned to ordinary iron, sinking into the water with the corpse of the sword cultivator.
At the same time, a long sword that looked like stars in the dark night flew into the sky, but the Nine Soul Sword returned and floated in front of Pei Ling.
Pei Ling turned his head and looked quietly at the head in his hand.
This sword cultivator of Han An Sword Sect has long lost his mind and fights by instinct.
Therefore, his method of forgetting just now was useless for it, because the other party didn't remember everything about him...
Just as he was thinking, the head he held in his hand suddenly turned into a gray-black smoke and directly penetrated into his palm.
Suddenly, a sense of persistence towards the sword, hatred for the living in the world, and a desire for killing... was like breaking the dike and controlling the water, surging out and roaring into Pei Ling's mind.
Pei Ling's expression immediately distorted, and after a while, he gradually came to his senses.
His expression became extremely solemn, and he was also destined!
However, the sword cultivator of the Han An Sword Sect has long lost his mind.
The other party's fate is extremely chaotic, and all kinds of hatred, obsession and killing are mixed together, which is more complicated and chaotic than the previous Gu Chuzi and the monks of the Reincarnation Tower.
While thinking, Pei Ling suddenly raised his head and saw the scenery around him changing, and the originally gray sky suddenly became brighter.
The surging river water under my feet, the original turbid yellow turned into a jade-like turquoise green and transparent.
At the bottom of the water, white shadows gathered, and the tulle skirt flew like fins, and it was as clever as a mermaid.
Hurry up!
As the water splashed, a white shadow suddenly poked out of the water. It was a young woman with a charming posture, dressed boldly and wearing a veil, revealing only a pair of star-like eyes.
The white skin, like porcelain, was stained with a little water, and the water flowed down the veil and hair. Soon, it slid across the neck of a crane and merged into the delicate collarbone.
There was also a pink complex flower in the collarbone that came from somewhere. Further down there was the emerald green river water.
He was so elegant and had lotus steps. 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 figure gradually walked out of the water.
The wet gauze dress was tightly attached to the delicate body, looking so exquisite that it was visible and faintly visible.
Behind her, a beautiful woman who was also dressed in thin clothes and graceful and fair, looked like a lotus from the water, and then walked towards Pei Ling in a swaying manner.
Each of them, as they walked, their eyes firmly stuck to Pei Ling.
It seems that Pei Ling is their shared lifelong love, and in their eyes and heart, this is the only one, for everything.
Pei Ling suddenly felt that a strong love affair emerged deep in his heart.
Crash, crash, crash...
The sound of water is gurgling, and the beauty continues to approach him. Every step is like the wind supporting the weak willows and the water rips the lotus, and the indescribable charm and gentleness.
After taking another step, their veils suddenly fell to the water, revealing the shy, delicate and tender Qiongzi look.
Immediately afterwards, the tulle-like skirt fell down and floated on the emerald green water surface.
The beauty was unaware of it and was still walking forward. The water wafted gently, pulling the gauze down little by little.
The jade body's fragrance is like the moon rising, revealing inch by inch.
This scene was like a sailor sailing in the deep sea, who happened to meet the marmoset girl's tribe.
The strong Gu Dai Nian washed away Pei Ling's reason, and the urge to sink into the same despair with these many beauties was like a tide.
Pei Ling's muscles were tight and his blood was as restless as if it was boiling.
Seeing these beauties getting closer and closer to him, he suppressed all the Gu Daimian and spoke very hard: Curse!
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