Even if his sword can compete with He Fuqiong's flying sword, as long as he uses other means, he will shake his sword!
The sword Tao was his major since he joined the Chongming Sect.
When he was using the knife, as long as he had any doubts, He Fuqiong's flying sword could immediately cut off all his defenses!
This is not a battle between swords and swords, but his lack of Taoist heart!
But now, Pei Ling took the initiative to forget all the means outside the sword path, and bet on the victory or defeat of this battle, the success or failure of the immortal road, and his own path.
Pure, concise, perseverance, unyielding... all dharmas are forgotten, and the true nature is revealed!
Such a flawless heart of Tao is the real sword and sword!
In addition, I don’t know if it was his illusion, but after forgetting many methods, he felt that his knife was obviously faster than before!Stronger than before!
It seemed as if the invisible spider web dust on the body of the Jiupo Blade was brushed away in an instant.
The sword spirit and the blade are filled with pleasure and closeness that blend with his aura and merge into one.
Although he has never practiced sword methods above the Hedao stage until now, it is enough!
When his thoughts were turning, Pei Ling had already rushed to He Fuqiong without any hesitation, and the Nine Soul Sword slashed down!
Forget all kinds of methods, abandon my supernatural powers, and use the sword in my hand to open my path to ascend to immortality!
He Fuqiong didn't get back his breath, and immediately stabbed Pei Ling's eyebrows with a sword, as if he was about to force him back!
Pei Ling had no intention of dodging at all, and the Nine Soul Sword's slashing speed increased instead of decreasing!
puff!!
boom!!!
He Fuqiong was like a meteor falling from the valley, the whole ground trembled, and smoke and dust mixed with mud and water rose like rain.
A corner of the blood-stained crow robe floated in the air for several times, and was unable to fall down, but in the freshly baked pit, a touch of bright red was slowly dissipating in the turbid water mixed with mud and sand in the ground.
He Fuqiong suddenly had a deep bone-scar mark from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, and blood surged!
Pei Ling stood in the air, blood slid down his eyebrows, along the bridge of his nose and chin, and kept lying in his clothes.
The wound between his eyebrows was not deep, it was just a skin wound. It healed in a moment when his magic power was activated.
But at the critical moment, his sword was faster than He Fuqiong, and he slashed the opponent first. The sword mark was only scratched by the flying sword.
He Fuqiong slowly stood up from the pit, and the sword intent lingered around his body, almost as much as the essence. His eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of lightning, and his eyes looking at Pei Ling finally became unprecedentedly serious: So that's it.
Your way is not a complicated refutation, but a few fellow practitioners!
Pei Ling stood in the air, but did not continue to take action, but asked straightforwardly: When will your incarnation arrive?
He Fuqiong said lightly: It’s here.
********************
Outside the Five Color Valley.
Void.
The monks watching the battle of the four sects stood in the air, all looking at the scene in the valley without crossing their eyes.
Pei Ling and He Fuqiong were fighting too quickly. With their cultivation level, they couldn't help but hold their breath and dare not be distracted at all.
Seeing Pei Ling at a disadvantage, the other three except Wenren Lingse all breathed a sigh of relief, and then their expressions relaxed.
Su Zhentian Qi Zilang sighed: The sword God’s sword is stronger than that!
The old man from Jiuyi Mountain stroked his long beard and smiled slightly: One sword breaks all the methods, this is the sword of Han An Sword Sect.
Or it should be said that this is the sword of Han An Sword Sect.
Queen Liuhui nodded, and the pearl hairpin and tassels shook gently, reflecting thousands of pearl lights, making her look more graceful. Her voice said softly: When she was young, there was only one peer who could take her sword.
Not to mention back then, I just talk about now, Pei Ling’s only chance of winning is that magical art.
But fellow Daoist He’s sword is too fast, he has no chance!
Qi Zilang nodded: Not bad!The Sword God didn't use the Ancestral Sword Sword and did not use the Sword Abyss to understand Jianyuan's sword intent. He thought he was too arrogant. It turned out that he didn't need it.
I really didn't expect that if the sword god had not taken action for many years, his sword skills had improved to such an extent!
The old man from Jiuyi Mountain smiled slightly, but he felt quite moved.
He remembered the scene from Tianchen Peak before. At that time, the Supreme Elders all believed that the strength of the mountain master was comparable to that of the Sword God, but the mountain master said bluntly that he did not use external objects, and he was not as good as the Sword God...
At that time, he thought it was the mountain master who was humble.
It was not until today that he saw He Fuqiong's sword that he knew the difference...
Han An Sword Sect has a sword god in charge, so you can rest assured!
Thinking of this, the old man from Jiuyi Mountain nodded confidently and said: The overall situation has been decided in this battle!
Qi Zilang and Queen Liuliu nodded in agreement: Fellow Daoist is worthy of the name of the Sword God!
The Sword God is worthy of being the Sword God. It is true that the sword heart is clear and the frost blade is invincible!
As soon as he finished speaking, the situation in the Five Color Valley changed drastically.
Pei Ling was already covered in scars and covered in blood, but suddenly changed his previous style of fighting, abandoning all laws and magical powers, and even trying immortal arts, just using the magic knife.
The swords and swords were like shadows, accompanied by the thunderous sound of cracking the air, spreading the entire battlefield.
In an instant, Pei Ling not only blocked He Fuqiong's sword, but also turned his defense and attacked He Fuqiong!
boom!!!
With a loud bang, He Fuqiong fell heavily into the ground, smashing a big hole in the valley.
The old man from Jiuyi Mountain, the Queen of Ryuga and Su Zhentian Qi Zilang's expression suddenly stagnated, and his eyes were extremely shocked.
Pei Ling's sword is actually stronger than the sword god's sword??
How is this possible?!
Wenren Lingseur breathed a sigh of relief. The Sword God has only used his incarnation to take action over the years. His strength is indeed too unexpected.
Fortunately, Pei Ling has stabilized his position and there should be no problem...
********************
Han An Sword Sect.
In a secluded manor away from the Five Color Valley.
In the backyard, Yaohuaqihu grass hides pavilions and towers, the entire unique mansion is shrouded in the illusion array, and there are several hidden auras and movements that separate the inside and outside.
In the pavilion, Su Li Jing was wearing a golden crown and sat upright. Behind him, a group of subordinates with black robes stood respectfully and breathing.
In the air outside the pavilion, a huge treasure mirror floated.
This mirror is elliptical, with white finger bones surrounding it on the edge. Above the finger bones, runes shine and yin energy disperses.
On the back of the mirror are dense eyeballs, and each eyeball contains rich darkness, coldness, dead silence, resentment...
At this moment, in the mirror, water patterns spread out layer by layer, showing the battlefield in the Five Color Valley.
The jade flying sword containing purple meaning lies across the sky. Even though Pei Ling used the rules, he was still penetrated by the flying sword and splashed blood on the sky, but he was seriously injured on the spot!
Looking at this scene, Su Lijing nodded with satisfaction.
It was right that I didn’t take action last time. Pei Ling is seriously injured now!
In the next battle, even if Pei Ling can turn defeat into victory, he will definitely pay an extremely heavy price.By then, he can easily kill the other party without any effort!
And if He Fuqiong wins... then he doesn't even need to take action himself!
Of course, the best result is that both parties die together!
The sword Tao was his major since he joined the Chongming Sect.
When he was using the knife, as long as he had any doubts, He Fuqiong's flying sword could immediately cut off all his defenses!
This is not a battle between swords and swords, but his lack of Taoist heart!
But now, Pei Ling took the initiative to forget all the means outside the sword path, and bet on the victory or defeat of this battle, the success or failure of the immortal road, and his own path.
Pure, concise, perseverance, unyielding... all dharmas are forgotten, and the true nature is revealed!
Such a flawless heart of Tao is the real sword and sword!
In addition, I don’t know if it was his illusion, but after forgetting many methods, he felt that his knife was obviously faster than before!Stronger than before!
It seemed as if the invisible spider web dust on the body of the Jiupo Blade was brushed away in an instant.
The sword spirit and the blade are filled with pleasure and closeness that blend with his aura and merge into one.
Although he has never practiced sword methods above the Hedao stage until now, it is enough!
When his thoughts were turning, Pei Ling had already rushed to He Fuqiong without any hesitation, and the Nine Soul Sword slashed down!
Forget all kinds of methods, abandon my supernatural powers, and use the sword in my hand to open my path to ascend to immortality!
He Fuqiong didn't get back his breath, and immediately stabbed Pei Ling's eyebrows with a sword, as if he was about to force him back!
Pei Ling had no intention of dodging at all, and the Nine Soul Sword's slashing speed increased instead of decreasing!
puff!!
boom!!!
He Fuqiong was like a meteor falling from the valley, the whole ground trembled, and smoke and dust mixed with mud and water rose like rain.
A corner of the blood-stained crow robe floated in the air for several times, and was unable to fall down, but in the freshly baked pit, a touch of bright red was slowly dissipating in the turbid water mixed with mud and sand in the ground.
He Fuqiong suddenly had a deep bone-scar mark from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, and blood surged!
Pei Ling stood in the air, blood slid down his eyebrows, along the bridge of his nose and chin, and kept lying in his clothes.
The wound between his eyebrows was not deep, it was just a skin wound. It healed in a moment when his magic power was activated.
But at the critical moment, his sword was faster than He Fuqiong, and he slashed the opponent first. The sword mark was only scratched by the flying sword.
He Fuqiong slowly stood up from the pit, and the sword intent lingered around his body, almost as much as the essence. His eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of lightning, and his eyes looking at Pei Ling finally became unprecedentedly serious: So that's it.
Your way is not a complicated refutation, but a few fellow practitioners!
Pei Ling stood in the air, but did not continue to take action, but asked straightforwardly: When will your incarnation arrive?
He Fuqiong said lightly: It’s here.
********************
Outside the Five Color Valley.
Void.
The monks watching the battle of the four sects stood in the air, all looking at the scene in the valley without crossing their eyes.
Pei Ling and He Fuqiong were fighting too quickly. With their cultivation level, they couldn't help but hold their breath and dare not be distracted at all.
Seeing Pei Ling at a disadvantage, the other three except Wenren Lingse all breathed a sigh of relief, and then their expressions relaxed.
Su Zhentian Qi Zilang sighed: The sword God’s sword is stronger than that!
The old man from Jiuyi Mountain stroked his long beard and smiled slightly: One sword breaks all the methods, this is the sword of Han An Sword Sect.
Or it should be said that this is the sword of Han An Sword Sect.
Queen Liuhui nodded, and the pearl hairpin and tassels shook gently, reflecting thousands of pearl lights, making her look more graceful. Her voice said softly: When she was young, there was only one peer who could take her sword.
Not to mention back then, I just talk about now, Pei Ling’s only chance of winning is that magical art.
But fellow Daoist He’s sword is too fast, he has no chance!
Qi Zilang nodded: Not bad!The Sword God didn't use the Ancestral Sword Sword and did not use the Sword Abyss to understand Jianyuan's sword intent. He thought he was too arrogant. It turned out that he didn't need it.
I really didn't expect that if the sword god had not taken action for many years, his sword skills had improved to such an extent!
The old man from Jiuyi Mountain smiled slightly, but he felt quite moved.
He remembered the scene from Tianchen Peak before. At that time, the Supreme Elders all believed that the strength of the mountain master was comparable to that of the Sword God, but the mountain master said bluntly that he did not use external objects, and he was not as good as the Sword God...
At that time, he thought it was the mountain master who was humble.
It was not until today that he saw He Fuqiong's sword that he knew the difference...
Han An Sword Sect has a sword god in charge, so you can rest assured!
Thinking of this, the old man from Jiuyi Mountain nodded confidently and said: The overall situation has been decided in this battle!
Qi Zilang and Queen Liuliu nodded in agreement: Fellow Daoist is worthy of the name of the Sword God!
The Sword God is worthy of being the Sword God. It is true that the sword heart is clear and the frost blade is invincible!
As soon as he finished speaking, the situation in the Five Color Valley changed drastically.
Pei Ling was already covered in scars and covered in blood, but suddenly changed his previous style of fighting, abandoning all laws and magical powers, and even trying immortal arts, just using the magic knife.
The swords and swords were like shadows, accompanied by the thunderous sound of cracking the air, spreading the entire battlefield.
In an instant, Pei Ling not only blocked He Fuqiong's sword, but also turned his defense and attacked He Fuqiong!
boom!!!
With a loud bang, He Fuqiong fell heavily into the ground, smashing a big hole in the valley.
The old man from Jiuyi Mountain, the Queen of Ryuga and Su Zhentian Qi Zilang's expression suddenly stagnated, and his eyes were extremely shocked.
Pei Ling's sword is actually stronger than the sword god's sword??
How is this possible?!
Wenren Lingseur breathed a sigh of relief. The Sword God has only used his incarnation to take action over the years. His strength is indeed too unexpected.
Fortunately, Pei Ling has stabilized his position and there should be no problem...
********************
Han An Sword Sect.
In a secluded manor away from the Five Color Valley.
In the backyard, Yaohuaqihu grass hides pavilions and towers, the entire unique mansion is shrouded in the illusion array, and there are several hidden auras and movements that separate the inside and outside.
In the pavilion, Su Li Jing was wearing a golden crown and sat upright. Behind him, a group of subordinates with black robes stood respectfully and breathing.
In the air outside the pavilion, a huge treasure mirror floated.
This mirror is elliptical, with white finger bones surrounding it on the edge. Above the finger bones, runes shine and yin energy disperses.
On the back of the mirror are dense eyeballs, and each eyeball contains rich darkness, coldness, dead silence, resentment...
At this moment, in the mirror, water patterns spread out layer by layer, showing the battlefield in the Five Color Valley.
The jade flying sword containing purple meaning lies across the sky. Even though Pei Ling used the rules, he was still penetrated by the flying sword and splashed blood on the sky, but he was seriously injured on the spot!
Looking at this scene, Su Lijing nodded with satisfaction.
It was right that I didn’t take action last time. Pei Ling is seriously injured now!
In the next battle, even if Pei Ling can turn defeat into victory, he will definitely pay an extremely heavy price.By then, he can easily kill the other party without any effort!
And if He Fuqiong wins... then he doesn't even need to take action himself!
Of course, the best result is that both parties die together!
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