Seeing the scene of rabbits rising and falling in the field, the void outside the Five Color Valley suddenly became silent. The cultivators of the four sects who were watching the battle came to their senses for a while.
The Sword God is here!
The old man from Jiuyi Mountain said in a deep voice: The Sword God intervened... Did Cheng Dun lose just now?
Although they have been watching the battle, after the Mingtian Damn was used, the specific situation inside could not be seen.
Moreover, unlike the last battle between the Iron City Lord in the Wuwang Ze in the last battle, although the Iron City Lord was also in a big dream, his tricks opened and closed, covering his vision and blocking his divine consciousness. The mist of the dark sky that blocked his vision was stirred up one by one. The real battle process can still be seen.
But this time, the mist of the dark sky was like mercury pouring into the ground, spreading the huge Five-color Valley without leaving any gap.
Until now, the Sword God took action, and the sword marks separated the entire battlefield. They saw nothing during this period!
Qi Zilang looked at the valley and immediately shook his head: It's unlikely!
Even though Cheng Dun is not as strong as Pei Ling, he is holding the ancestral sword and using the sword intent of Jujianyuan. It is impossible for him to lose so quickly!
The Sword God should just want to save Cheng Dun, so he suddenly intervened.
Queen Ryugami's eyes flashed, she nodded slightly, and agreed: That's right.In this battle, Pei Ling challenged the Sword God, but Cheng Dun came to fight.
He also brought the Ancestral Sword and Wu Jianyuan sword intent, which was probably coming from the Sword God.
Wenren Lingse glanced at Qi Zilang and Queen Liuliu without saying anything.
Pei Ling's cultivation level was only in the early stage of Hedao, and the Lord of Iron City and the Master Cen were no longer able to defeat Cheng Dun. Now that his cultivation level has reached the middle stage of Hedao, it is very easy to defeat Cheng Dun.
Fellow Daoist Qi and Queen Liuliu underestimated Pei Ling too much...
At this time, in the five-color valley, He Fuqiong looked at Pei Ling and suddenly said: Fellow Taoist Pei, my junior brother has been defeated. This battle ends here. How about?
Hearing the Sword God speak, he admits defeat on behalf of Cheng Dun. The old man from Jiuyi Mountain, Su Zhentian Qi Zilang, and Queen Liuvang are all shocked!
The three of them were full of incredible expressions.
How long has this battle just begun?
Cheng Dun held the treasure ancestral sword of Hanan Sword Sect, and even accepted the sword intent of Jujianyuan regardless of life and death. How could he be defeated so quickly?
Just when the cultivators of the three sects were extremely shocked, Pei Ling said calmly: The winner has been decided, so naturally it will end here.
While speaking, he had already held Mo Lilan's palm.
The two of them clasped each other's palms, and Mo Lilan instantly turned into a ball of substantial darkness and quickly merged into his body.
Suddenly, dense dark red patterns floated around Pei Ling, which looked particularly strange.
In a moment, the darkness completely disappeared, and the dark red patterns on Pei Ling's body also slowly disappeared, and his originally descending aura suddenly completely recovered.
Seeing that Pei Ling was so easy to talk to, He Fuqiong was a little surprised. Although he had never watched Pei Ling's previous three battles, he had also heard of the style of this saint of Chongming Sect in the past two years.
Legend has it that this saint son is born with a strong demonic nature and cruel heart. He never leaves a living mouth in his hands, and even his sects and blood relatives are not spared.
But seeing you today is completely different from the rumors.
As his thoughts turned, He Fuqiong said briefly: Thank you.
I turned around and looked at Cheng Dun, what are you now?
Cheng Dun's long hair was disheveled, and his originally handsome face was terrible at this moment. Blood could not stop flowing out of his seven orifices. The stone green robes were dyed completely, and the warm blood fell into the earth bit by bit along the corners of his sleeves and robe.
The exposed face, neck and hands all showed cracks like when the porcelain was burned. What was shocking was that all the cracks were still cracking into the inside of his body.
In the blood, liquids of other colors gradually gushed.
On his cheeks, covered with blood, he could already see the thick white bones inside.
The sword intent of killing the immortal is extremely sharp and is becoming increasingly unacceptable. It is about to break out of its body!
He Fuqiong's face gradually became solemn.
Junior Brother Cheng’s Taoist body must not be preserved!
Now the sword intent of killing the immortal has begun to erode his soul. He now sends this junior brother back to the sect, first cut off his body, and then cut off the part of his eroded soul. It is no problem to save his life, but his soul is not complete, so the next step is to reshape his body, and there is no hope of the Great Way of Eternal Life...
No!
It is not the Great Way of Eternity, but it is impossible to even restore the cultivation level of the Hedao stage!
At this time, Cheng Dun raised the ancestral sword with his blood-stained and bone-like hands, and handed it to He Fuqiong bit by bit, and said with difficulty: Master... Senior brother... I... violate the rules of the sect... Now... I have a crime... I have to...
This battle... I originally wanted to make a good move for me... I won't expect... I've actually lost my reputation... Sword Sect...
My sin is unforgivable... I deserve death...
Now return... Ancestral sword... Please... Senior brother... I'll send me a ride...
He Fuqiong looked at him and shook his head slightly: These are all trivial matters, no big deal, follow me back to the sect first.
As he said that, he did not take the sword, but raised a finger and pointed it lightly.
Cheng Dun's twelve natal flying swords were immediately pulled, like a bird returning to the forest, turning into a colorful sword light, and all of them were thrown into the sword box behind Cheng Dun.
Looking at this scene, Cheng Dun was stunned. He was still waiting to say something, but saw He Fuqiong's figure swaying, and instantly he had an incarnation that was exactly the same as him.
The incarnation raised his hand to grab Cheng Dun's shoulder. Before he could react, the two instantly turned into a sharp sword light and flew towards the Han An Sword Sect.
It was not until this time that He Fuqiong slowly turned around and looked at Pei Ling and said: Let Fellow Taoist Pei laugh.
I originally wanted to come here to fight three days later, just like Emperor Zhongkui, Lord Tiecheng, and Master Cen.
But now, since I have arrived, and the witnesses of the Liuhui Dynasty, Yàn Xicheng, Su Zhentian, and Jiuyi Mountain are all present, I can accept the challenge of fellow Taoists.
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling was slightly stunned, and then frowned and asked: Don’t you use the Sect-State Sword?
At present, He Fuqiong directly asked his incarnation to bring Cheng Dun and the Sect's Sword back to Han'an Sword Sect, leaving only one body to fight him... This reminded him of the duel with the Emperor of the Ryukeng Dynasty at that time.
The other party gave him ten moves first, but he beat the emperor in that state and had nothing!
But He Fuqiong smiled slightly and said calmly: I only use one sword in my life, my sword is not the ancestral sword.
Pei Ling still shook his head and said seriously: You can do it without the ancestral sword, but you have to wait for you to transform into a new body.
What I want to challenge is the Sword God in his prime!
The Sword God is here!
The old man from Jiuyi Mountain said in a deep voice: The Sword God intervened... Did Cheng Dun lose just now?
Although they have been watching the battle, after the Mingtian Damn was used, the specific situation inside could not be seen.
Moreover, unlike the last battle between the Iron City Lord in the Wuwang Ze in the last battle, although the Iron City Lord was also in a big dream, his tricks opened and closed, covering his vision and blocking his divine consciousness. The mist of the dark sky that blocked his vision was stirred up one by one. The real battle process can still be seen.
But this time, the mist of the dark sky was like mercury pouring into the ground, spreading the huge Five-color Valley without leaving any gap.
Until now, the Sword God took action, and the sword marks separated the entire battlefield. They saw nothing during this period!
Qi Zilang looked at the valley and immediately shook his head: It's unlikely!
Even though Cheng Dun is not as strong as Pei Ling, he is holding the ancestral sword and using the sword intent of Jujianyuan. It is impossible for him to lose so quickly!
The Sword God should just want to save Cheng Dun, so he suddenly intervened.
Queen Ryugami's eyes flashed, she nodded slightly, and agreed: That's right.In this battle, Pei Ling challenged the Sword God, but Cheng Dun came to fight.
He also brought the Ancestral Sword and Wu Jianyuan sword intent, which was probably coming from the Sword God.
Wenren Lingse glanced at Qi Zilang and Queen Liuliu without saying anything.
Pei Ling's cultivation level was only in the early stage of Hedao, and the Lord of Iron City and the Master Cen were no longer able to defeat Cheng Dun. Now that his cultivation level has reached the middle stage of Hedao, it is very easy to defeat Cheng Dun.
Fellow Daoist Qi and Queen Liuliu underestimated Pei Ling too much...
At this time, in the five-color valley, He Fuqiong looked at Pei Ling and suddenly said: Fellow Taoist Pei, my junior brother has been defeated. This battle ends here. How about?
Hearing the Sword God speak, he admits defeat on behalf of Cheng Dun. The old man from Jiuyi Mountain, Su Zhentian Qi Zilang, and Queen Liuvang are all shocked!
The three of them were full of incredible expressions.
How long has this battle just begun?
Cheng Dun held the treasure ancestral sword of Hanan Sword Sect, and even accepted the sword intent of Jujianyuan regardless of life and death. How could he be defeated so quickly?
Just when the cultivators of the three sects were extremely shocked, Pei Ling said calmly: The winner has been decided, so naturally it will end here.
While speaking, he had already held Mo Lilan's palm.
The two of them clasped each other's palms, and Mo Lilan instantly turned into a ball of substantial darkness and quickly merged into his body.
Suddenly, dense dark red patterns floated around Pei Ling, which looked particularly strange.
In a moment, the darkness completely disappeared, and the dark red patterns on Pei Ling's body also slowly disappeared, and his originally descending aura suddenly completely recovered.
Seeing that Pei Ling was so easy to talk to, He Fuqiong was a little surprised. Although he had never watched Pei Ling's previous three battles, he had also heard of the style of this saint of Chongming Sect in the past two years.
Legend has it that this saint son is born with a strong demonic nature and cruel heart. He never leaves a living mouth in his hands, and even his sects and blood relatives are not spared.
But seeing you today is completely different from the rumors.
As his thoughts turned, He Fuqiong said briefly: Thank you.
I turned around and looked at Cheng Dun, what are you now?
Cheng Dun's long hair was disheveled, and his originally handsome face was terrible at this moment. Blood could not stop flowing out of his seven orifices. The stone green robes were dyed completely, and the warm blood fell into the earth bit by bit along the corners of his sleeves and robe.
The exposed face, neck and hands all showed cracks like when the porcelain was burned. What was shocking was that all the cracks were still cracking into the inside of his body.
In the blood, liquids of other colors gradually gushed.
On his cheeks, covered with blood, he could already see the thick white bones inside.
The sword intent of killing the immortal is extremely sharp and is becoming increasingly unacceptable. It is about to break out of its body!
He Fuqiong's face gradually became solemn.
Junior Brother Cheng’s Taoist body must not be preserved!
Now the sword intent of killing the immortal has begun to erode his soul. He now sends this junior brother back to the sect, first cut off his body, and then cut off the part of his eroded soul. It is no problem to save his life, but his soul is not complete, so the next step is to reshape his body, and there is no hope of the Great Way of Eternal Life...
No!
It is not the Great Way of Eternity, but it is impossible to even restore the cultivation level of the Hedao stage!
At this time, Cheng Dun raised the ancestral sword with his blood-stained and bone-like hands, and handed it to He Fuqiong bit by bit, and said with difficulty: Master... Senior brother... I... violate the rules of the sect... Now... I have a crime... I have to...
This battle... I originally wanted to make a good move for me... I won't expect... I've actually lost my reputation... Sword Sect...
My sin is unforgivable... I deserve death...
Now return... Ancestral sword... Please... Senior brother... I'll send me a ride...
He Fuqiong looked at him and shook his head slightly: These are all trivial matters, no big deal, follow me back to the sect first.
As he said that, he did not take the sword, but raised a finger and pointed it lightly.
Cheng Dun's twelve natal flying swords were immediately pulled, like a bird returning to the forest, turning into a colorful sword light, and all of them were thrown into the sword box behind Cheng Dun.
Looking at this scene, Cheng Dun was stunned. He was still waiting to say something, but saw He Fuqiong's figure swaying, and instantly he had an incarnation that was exactly the same as him.
The incarnation raised his hand to grab Cheng Dun's shoulder. Before he could react, the two instantly turned into a sharp sword light and flew towards the Han An Sword Sect.
It was not until this time that He Fuqiong slowly turned around and looked at Pei Ling and said: Let Fellow Taoist Pei laugh.
I originally wanted to come here to fight three days later, just like Emperor Zhongkui, Lord Tiecheng, and Master Cen.
But now, since I have arrived, and the witnesses of the Liuhui Dynasty, Yàn Xicheng, Su Zhentian, and Jiuyi Mountain are all present, I can accept the challenge of fellow Taoists.
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling was slightly stunned, and then frowned and asked: Don’t you use the Sect-State Sword?
At present, He Fuqiong directly asked his incarnation to bring Cheng Dun and the Sect's Sword back to Han'an Sword Sect, leaving only one body to fight him... This reminded him of the duel with the Emperor of the Ryukeng Dynasty at that time.
The other party gave him ten moves first, but he beat the emperor in that state and had nothing!
But He Fuqiong smiled slightly and said calmly: I only use one sword in my life, my sword is not the ancestral sword.
Pei Ling still shook his head and said seriously: You can do it without the ancestral sword, but you have to wait for you to transform into a new body.
What I want to challenge is the Sword God in his prime!
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