Pei Ling immediately waved the Nine Soul Sword, and the blade broke through the air, and the sound was like a roar of ghosts, slashing towards the flying sword in a sarcasm.
clang!!!
The swords and swords hit each other hard again, Mars burst into rain, and the void vibrated layer by layer like water patterns.
Pei Ling was able to stalemate with He Fuqiong's flying sword just now. At this moment, He Fuqiong was trapped by the law. The power of the flying sword should have been weaker, but now, the swords and swords were fighting each other, Pei Ling suddenly felt a numb mouth, and the Nine Soul Knife almost came out!
Pei Ling was shocked. Although he had separated his incarnation and his power was dispersed, the injuries on his chest were not healed at all. Blood had already soaked the entire front collar, and blood was still dripping along the corners of his sleeves and robe.
Under the influence of the Immortal of the Last Dao, his aura is only stronger than before!
But now that he was slashed out, he was at a disadvantage!
The purple light was cold, and the flying sword and the Jiupo Sword were about to part. They turned in the air like swimming fish, and then they gathered momentum again and slashed towards Pei Ling again.
The long sword came and went like lightning, flashing in the void, but its speed was faster than before!
In an instant, the entire sky was filled with its lifelike phantoms, like thousands of swords hanging in the air.
Pei Ling had no time to use other means, and the Nine Soul Sword slashed out again.
Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang...
In the blink of an eye, swords and swords could not be fought less than a hundred times!
Mars are rising and falling like heavy rain; the void is cracked inch, and cracks are spreading densely across the world like spider webs.
Pei Ling's mouth was flowing with blood, and the wound on his chest was even worse. There was blood stain on his body. A bloody beach had already formed in the valley below, but he gradually defended against the flying sword.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Lilan finally escaped to a safe position, her fingers were like an orchid blooming, and she quickly pinched the magic tricks.
Whoosh!
When the flying sword arrived again, Pei Ling changed the Jiupo Sword from his right hand that had completely lost consciousness to his left hand, and then he slashed out with another knife!
clang!!!
Pei Ling's entire left arm was bleeding, and the skin was blooming in the cracked wound, but at a critical moment, he hurriedly held the hilt of the knife with both hands regardless of the injury, and the Jiupo Knife never escaped!
In the air, the purple light turned, and the cold face was shook, and the flying sword slashed at Pei Ling again!
The long sword stretches out in the sky, with a sharp momentum and a towering sword intent, like a mountain standing in the abyss, quickly exceeding the thunder, and falling with the momentum of ten thousand equals.
At the same time, He Fuqiong's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and a terrifying sword intent suddenly emerged in his eyes.
He turned his head and looked at Pei Ling's incarnation from the air. He raised his arm lightly to point to the sword, a little further away.
cut!
A magnificent and powerful sword energy that was decisive and sharp, came out of nowhere and instantly killed Mo Lilan.
Mo Lilan is playing complex and bizarre magic tricks. It only takes a few breaths before the successful use of the Great Dream of Mingtian, but these few breaths are enough to make this incarnation die thousands of times!
The situation took a sharp turn, Pei Ling did not hesitate at all. He immediately thought of it, and Mo Lilan immediately interrupted the use of the Great Dream of the Mingtian and quickly escaped to her original body.
He transformed into a cloud of darkness and merged into Pei Ling's body.
Pei Ling held the knife in both hands, held the cold blade high, and slashed at the flying sword that was coming towards him.
At the same time, his voice was ethereal and calm: Everyone!
Countless huge sharp giant axes immediately appeared between heaven and earth, which were the replicas of the treasure of the Evil-Slaying Axe, the treasure of the Sect of Xicheng Town.
These replicas are as vast as a sea of smoke, and they slash towards He Fuqiong without any hesitation.
The next moment...
clang!!!
The Jiupo Sword was immediately forcibly shaken open by the flying sword. A purple light flashed and the blood flowers bloomed. The flying sword was light and smooth, passing through Pei Ling's right shoulder.
The Changkong sword roared and the sword energy that originally slashed towards Mo Lilan followed closely behind. It also whizzed between Pei Ling's waist and abdomen because the incarnation merged into the body.
Blood splashed, and it was like rain.
Pei Ling stood in the air, and his whole body had become a bloody man. His cold face was covered with blood stains. There was a blood hole on his chest and right shoulder each with a blood hole on his chest. From the left shoulder to the right waist and abdomen, there was a hideous sword mark with deep bones visible.
He was hit by two consecutive swords, covered in scars. Pei Ling stood there without moving. Not only did his aura not weaken, but he was rising step by step, his aura soared into the sky, and his cultivation level soared again, but he moved from the late stage of Hedao to the peak of Hedao!
The power of the ultimate immortal is getting closer and closer to the magic of immortality!
Pei Ling slowly looked up and looked at He Fuqiong who was condescending. A trace of enlightenment suddenly arose in his heart. It turns out...that's what happened!
Dingding Dingding Ding Ding Ding...
At this time, purple light flowed, and the flying sword returned to He Fuqiong's body, whistling across the world, like a giant whale swimming in the sea, stirring up the wind and waves, shattering all the replicas of the evil-slaying axe that slashed towards its master!
Seeing that Pei Ling's aura had become extremely terrifying, as if he was about to exceed the level of the Hedao period, He Fuqiong's face was as calm as water.
His voice is plain: I am not practicing swordsmanship.
All things in the world can be cut with just one sword!
Your way is too complicated.
If it weren't for the deep foundation, I wouldn't be able to stop my sword!
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling smiled slightly. Because his injuries were too serious, his voice was hoarse: This may not be!
Test, so far.
Senior Sword God, please!
********************
Han An Sword Sect.
The giant sword carries mountains and rivers, and the huge continent hangs high on the sky, covering the clouds, mountains, fog and sea. The sword lights are all in the way, making it more and more ethereal, and the sword intent is erratic.
A blue crow figure escaped from the Sword Sect's mountain gate. Its bamboo crown is tied with hair, its starry eyes are filled with light, and its erect posture is upright, but no sword intent is scattered out of its body. It is He Fuqiong's incarnation.
After a moment of flying, he suddenly stopped and stood in the air.
The next moment, the long sword broke through the air, and a simple and terrifying black flying sword followed. It was the ancestral sword that should have returned to the top of Qijian Mountain.
Now he appeared outside the Han An Sword Sect, hovering by He Fuqiong's incarnation.
He Fuqiong turned into a calm and said: In this battle, I don’t need to borrow any external force, and I also ask Senior Zu Jian to return to Qijian Mountain.
An old voice came from the ancestral sword: The demon cultivator just now was very unusual.
I can help the sect leader with help.
He Fuqiong transformed into a transformation and shook his head slightly: I already have my own sword, so I don’t have to bother with my seniors.
Hearing the sect leader's rejection, the ancestral sword body buzzed slightly and said: I won't take action, I just go to watch.
He Fuqiong turned into a transformation but shook his head and said calmly: Pei Ling had three battles before, and the Ryukeng Dynasty, Yàn Xicheng, and Su Zhentian all used the treasure of the sect to control the sect.
As long as the senior is present, he will not take action. Pei Ling will be distracted and cannot do his best.
This is very unfair to him.
In this battle, what I did is more than just winning or losing.
Please go back to the mountain, senior.
Seeing that the sect leader was determined, Zu Jian suddenly fell silent.
He Fuqiong's transformation no longer wasted time, and quickly turned into a sword light and quickly escaped towards the Five Color Valley.
clang!!!
The swords and swords hit each other hard again, Mars burst into rain, and the void vibrated layer by layer like water patterns.
Pei Ling was able to stalemate with He Fuqiong's flying sword just now. At this moment, He Fuqiong was trapped by the law. The power of the flying sword should have been weaker, but now, the swords and swords were fighting each other, Pei Ling suddenly felt a numb mouth, and the Nine Soul Knife almost came out!
Pei Ling was shocked. Although he had separated his incarnation and his power was dispersed, the injuries on his chest were not healed at all. Blood had already soaked the entire front collar, and blood was still dripping along the corners of his sleeves and robe.
Under the influence of the Immortal of the Last Dao, his aura is only stronger than before!
But now that he was slashed out, he was at a disadvantage!
The purple light was cold, and the flying sword and the Jiupo Sword were about to part. They turned in the air like swimming fish, and then they gathered momentum again and slashed towards Pei Ling again.
The long sword came and went like lightning, flashing in the void, but its speed was faster than before!
In an instant, the entire sky was filled with its lifelike phantoms, like thousands of swords hanging in the air.
Pei Ling had no time to use other means, and the Nine Soul Sword slashed out again.
Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang...
In the blink of an eye, swords and swords could not be fought less than a hundred times!
Mars are rising and falling like heavy rain; the void is cracked inch, and cracks are spreading densely across the world like spider webs.
Pei Ling's mouth was flowing with blood, and the wound on his chest was even worse. There was blood stain on his body. A bloody beach had already formed in the valley below, but he gradually defended against the flying sword.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Lilan finally escaped to a safe position, her fingers were like an orchid blooming, and she quickly pinched the magic tricks.
Whoosh!
When the flying sword arrived again, Pei Ling changed the Jiupo Sword from his right hand that had completely lost consciousness to his left hand, and then he slashed out with another knife!
clang!!!
Pei Ling's entire left arm was bleeding, and the skin was blooming in the cracked wound, but at a critical moment, he hurriedly held the hilt of the knife with both hands regardless of the injury, and the Jiupo Knife never escaped!
In the air, the purple light turned, and the cold face was shook, and the flying sword slashed at Pei Ling again!
The long sword stretches out in the sky, with a sharp momentum and a towering sword intent, like a mountain standing in the abyss, quickly exceeding the thunder, and falling with the momentum of ten thousand equals.
At the same time, He Fuqiong's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and a terrifying sword intent suddenly emerged in his eyes.
He turned his head and looked at Pei Ling's incarnation from the air. He raised his arm lightly to point to the sword, a little further away.
cut!
A magnificent and powerful sword energy that was decisive and sharp, came out of nowhere and instantly killed Mo Lilan.
Mo Lilan is playing complex and bizarre magic tricks. It only takes a few breaths before the successful use of the Great Dream of Mingtian, but these few breaths are enough to make this incarnation die thousands of times!
The situation took a sharp turn, Pei Ling did not hesitate at all. He immediately thought of it, and Mo Lilan immediately interrupted the use of the Great Dream of the Mingtian and quickly escaped to her original body.
He transformed into a cloud of darkness and merged into Pei Ling's body.
Pei Ling held the knife in both hands, held the cold blade high, and slashed at the flying sword that was coming towards him.
At the same time, his voice was ethereal and calm: Everyone!
Countless huge sharp giant axes immediately appeared between heaven and earth, which were the replicas of the treasure of the Evil-Slaying Axe, the treasure of the Sect of Xicheng Town.
These replicas are as vast as a sea of smoke, and they slash towards He Fuqiong without any hesitation.
The next moment...
clang!!!
The Jiupo Sword was immediately forcibly shaken open by the flying sword. A purple light flashed and the blood flowers bloomed. The flying sword was light and smooth, passing through Pei Ling's right shoulder.
The Changkong sword roared and the sword energy that originally slashed towards Mo Lilan followed closely behind. It also whizzed between Pei Ling's waist and abdomen because the incarnation merged into the body.
Blood splashed, and it was like rain.
Pei Ling stood in the air, and his whole body had become a bloody man. His cold face was covered with blood stains. There was a blood hole on his chest and right shoulder each with a blood hole on his chest. From the left shoulder to the right waist and abdomen, there was a hideous sword mark with deep bones visible.
He was hit by two consecutive swords, covered in scars. Pei Ling stood there without moving. Not only did his aura not weaken, but he was rising step by step, his aura soared into the sky, and his cultivation level soared again, but he moved from the late stage of Hedao to the peak of Hedao!
The power of the ultimate immortal is getting closer and closer to the magic of immortality!
Pei Ling slowly looked up and looked at He Fuqiong who was condescending. A trace of enlightenment suddenly arose in his heart. It turns out...that's what happened!
Dingding Dingding Ding Ding Ding...
At this time, purple light flowed, and the flying sword returned to He Fuqiong's body, whistling across the world, like a giant whale swimming in the sea, stirring up the wind and waves, shattering all the replicas of the evil-slaying axe that slashed towards its master!
Seeing that Pei Ling's aura had become extremely terrifying, as if he was about to exceed the level of the Hedao period, He Fuqiong's face was as calm as water.
His voice is plain: I am not practicing swordsmanship.
All things in the world can be cut with just one sword!
Your way is too complicated.
If it weren't for the deep foundation, I wouldn't be able to stop my sword!
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling smiled slightly. Because his injuries were too serious, his voice was hoarse: This may not be!
Test, so far.
Senior Sword God, please!
********************
Han An Sword Sect.
The giant sword carries mountains and rivers, and the huge continent hangs high on the sky, covering the clouds, mountains, fog and sea. The sword lights are all in the way, making it more and more ethereal, and the sword intent is erratic.
A blue crow figure escaped from the Sword Sect's mountain gate. Its bamboo crown is tied with hair, its starry eyes are filled with light, and its erect posture is upright, but no sword intent is scattered out of its body. It is He Fuqiong's incarnation.
After a moment of flying, he suddenly stopped and stood in the air.
The next moment, the long sword broke through the air, and a simple and terrifying black flying sword followed. It was the ancestral sword that should have returned to the top of Qijian Mountain.
Now he appeared outside the Han An Sword Sect, hovering by He Fuqiong's incarnation.
He Fuqiong turned into a calm and said: In this battle, I don’t need to borrow any external force, and I also ask Senior Zu Jian to return to Qijian Mountain.
An old voice came from the ancestral sword: The demon cultivator just now was very unusual.
I can help the sect leader with help.
He Fuqiong transformed into a transformation and shook his head slightly: I already have my own sword, so I don’t have to bother with my seniors.
Hearing the sect leader's rejection, the ancestral sword body buzzed slightly and said: I won't take action, I just go to watch.
He Fuqiong turned into a transformation but shook his head and said calmly: Pei Ling had three battles before, and the Ryukeng Dynasty, Yàn Xicheng, and Su Zhentian all used the treasure of the sect to control the sect.
As long as the senior is present, he will not take action. Pei Ling will be distracted and cannot do his best.
This is very unfair to him.
In this battle, what I did is more than just winning or losing.
Please go back to the mountain, senior.
Seeing that the sect leader was determined, Zu Jian suddenly fell silent.
He Fuqiong's transformation no longer wasted time, and quickly turned into a sword light and quickly escaped towards the Five Color Valley.
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