Chapter 140 A fair fight.

He Fuqiong said: Fellow Taoist has had a battle just now, and his magic power has been consumed.

I was separated and sent Junior Brother Cheng back to the sect. This battle was just fair.

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

Hearing this, He Fuqiong was slightly surprised, but soon understood something. Looking at Pei Ling's gaze, a hint of praise flashed.

Immediately said: We can fight first.

My incarnation will be back soon.

If fellow Taoist can’t even fight me now, there is no need to wait for me to transform into a new body.

But if I can still compete with me after I incarnate and return, I will be as I wish.

Hearing this, Pei Ling frowned slightly, but after thinking carefully for a moment, he nodded and said: OK!

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

Pei Ling said: Please!

As the two of them finished speaking, the sword light and sword shadow cut through the sky at the same time!

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Han An Sword Sect.

The huge flying sword lies across the sky, and the mountains above it are undulating, and clouds surround the mist, just like a fairy mountain among the clouds.

Countless sword lights rise and fall, scattering across the sky, with the vigorous sword intent everywhere.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a clear sword light cut through the sky, splitting the green mountains in an instant, and instantly suppressing the sword intent of the mountain. The light bloomed like the scorching sun. After escaping into the gate of the Sword Sect, he went straight to Wujianyuan.

The clouds and mist are thick, and the sword intent soars into the sky.

At the entrance of Wujian Abyss, the Supreme Elder who was guarding this place had just felt something, but saw the sword light shooting down from the sky, as fast as lightning. In a flash, he had already rushed past his side and escaped into the depths of Wujian Abyss.

The Supreme Elder was shocked, but soon, he recognized the breath of the sword light and frowned.

This challenge from the Holy Son of Chongming Sect cannot be underestimated.

It seems that the sect leader is going to get Wu Jianyuan’s sword intent...

Thinking of this, the Supreme Elder sighed immediately and then continued to guard the entrance of Wujianyuan.

There are many sword intents in the abyss, like the sands of the Ganges River, and it looks dim and unclear.

The sword intent dispersed, like a tulle cloud and mist shadows. One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one

The center of the sword abyss.

Five sword shadows were suspended in the air. Under one of the sword shadows, which looked like a lotus, a lonely figure was still sitting cross-legged. The sword intent was wrapped around her body, which was fierce and majestic. Her head was lowered and she felt that her neck was slender, like a swan, and she was obviously a famous female cultivator.

The female cultivator remained motionless, as if she was ignorant of the surroundings. The sword intent on her side became stronger and stronger, like a heavy gauze hanging down, looking blurry and it was difficult to distinguish the details.

In the silence, the five sword shadows floated.

At some point, the middle one had already lost half of the sword shape.

At this moment, a sword light shot from afar, and stopped not far from the five sword intents.

The sword light turned, and He Fuqiong's incarnation and Cheng Dun appeared.

As soon as Cheng Dun landed, he coughed violently. Blood in his mouth was like a fountain. Blood was dripping from his seven orifices, constantly flowing down.

The cracks all over the body have fallen into the bones, and there are even blood and flesh peeling off in many places, as if they will turn into countless pieces at any time.

He Fuqiong transformed into an instant and took action, slashed down with a sword, instantly splitting Cheng Dun's body in half!

Cheng Dun had no strength to fight back and fell down.

The next moment, a weak spirit suddenly left the body, and the sword intent of the Immortal Killing Sword Loses its host, and suddenly rose from Cheng Dun's body, gathered in the air, and gradually condensed into a phantom of a broken sword, blending with the sword shadow in the middle not far away, as if one.

Suddenly, the sword shadow in the center shook slightly and suddenly let out a sharp sword sound.

The shadow of the broken sword was as if it was summoned, and was instantly pulled, like a tiger returning to the forest, flying towards it without hesitation.

Clam!!!

A sudden sound of gold and iron attack sounded in the air, and the broken sword entered the sword shadow without any obstacles, as if hundreds of rivers entered the sea without any obstacles between them. Suddenly, the sword shadow returned to its original state, without any damage.

At the same time, in the entire Wujian Abyss, a huge sword intent soared into the sky, instantly tearing apart the clouds, mountains, fog and sea of ​​fog at the mouth of the Yuankou, pointing straight to the sky!

After a breath, the sword intent of the immortals slowly stopped and returned to silence.

He Fuqiong transformed into a move again, raised his hand and another sword. This sword directly slashed Cheng Dun's soul.

At this moment, nearly half of Cheng Dun's soul had been eroded by the sword intent of the Immortal Killing, showing cracks that were exactly the same as the body.

As the sword energy fell, Cheng Dun let out an extremely painful scream in an instant, and the eroded part of his soul was cut into ashes by this sword!

After doing all this, He Fuqiong transformed into a sword and immediately restrained his sword intent. Then he 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 capsule, there are various materials to reshape the body.

As for your crime this time, I will punish you after I return.

As he said that, He Fuqiong turned around immediately and was about to leave.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Dun endured the pain of his soul's heavy injury and immediately said: Senior brother, wait!

He Fuqiong turned into a transformation and stopped, but did not look back.

Cheng Dun hurriedly said: Pei Ling is extremely powerful and has weird magical methods. Please bring the ancestral sword with you and bring the sword intent of killing the immortal!

He Fuqiong turned into a transformation and shook his head, and said lightly: Do you know why you lost this time?

Cheng Dun was stunned, and then he remembered what Pei Ling had said to him just now.

If the other party's cultivation level is still in the early stage of the Tao, the battle will be very exciting...

Yes!

If Pei Ling's cultivation is the same as him, he will definitely win!

Thinking of this, Cheng Dun immediately replied: I was defeated because my cultivation was not enough and I failed to exert the true power of the Ancestral Sword and the Sword of the Immortal Sword. If my cultivation level is...

Before he could finish his words, He Fuqiong turned into a transformation and shook his head, and his voice interrupted calmly but majesticly: You lost because you don’t believe in your sword!

After saying that, He Fuqiong transformed into something without waiting for Cheng Dun to say anything, and then left strode directly.

Buzz!

The ancestral sword that had been silent had flew up from the side of Cheng Dun's body that had already begun to turn into ashes, and fled towards He Fuqiong's incarnation.

Cheng Dun's soul stayed in place, looking in a hurry and confused, but in his mind, he was constantly thinking about his senior brother's last words...

Losing in the absence of trusting one's own sword?

He didn't believe in his sword, but he wanted to win too much!

At this time, a clear and cold voice suddenly came not far away: The Sect Master is right.

Our sword cultivator is the only one who is the sword.

Since you can reach this point, you should not doubt your sword no matter what!

Cheng Dun immediately came 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 for a while, but you don’t know anything.

The saint son of the Chongming Sect this time challenged the Emperor Zhongkui clan of the Ryugeng Dynasty, the Lord of the Iron City of Yàn Xicheng, and the head of Su Zhen Tianchen, and won three battles and three times. His strength was simply unreasonable.

This fourth challenge is my Han An Sword Sect.

Zhengdao has lost three consecutive games, and this fourth battle cannot be defeated any more in any case!

Wrapped with the strong and substantial sword intent and sword energy, Huan Yunzhen slowly opened a pair of bright eyes that were as cold as autumn water, and asked calmly: I wonder if I can talk about this Pei Ling in detail?

Cheng Dun nodded: OK!