The voice outside the door immediately said respectfully: Yes!
Immediately afterwards, the voice hesitated again, there was another thing.
The person who sent the letter of war also brought a flying sword under Pei Ling's order.
This is the natal flying sword of the Supreme Elder Wei Duanju. The flying sword spirit was eroded by death energy, but it did not die...
He Fuqiong was slightly surprised and then asked: What did the person who gave the sword say?
The voice outside the door said: Nothing was said.
He Fuqiong thought for a while and then said: I understand, you send it to Xinshang Peak and hand it over to Supreme Elder Yan Sichun.
The voice outside the door replied: Yes!
In a moment, the person who came left, and He Fuqiong continued to practice.
********************
Five Color Valley.
Above the high sky, a huge magic boat was floating quietly, and countless demons were wandering around quickly, with the yin energy dispersing. Not far away, an exquisite embroidery building also stopped in the air, and the pearl curtain swayed in the cold wind.
The vast valley below is like a vast plain, with five colors intertwined, bright colors, and a fishy and sweet atmosphere swelling in the dead silence.
Inside the Dharma Boat, the top floor cabin.
Pei Ling was in the main position, closing his eyes slightly to calm his mind and nourish his energy.
The Zhan Shu has been sent to Han An Sword Sect. The battle is imminent. During this period, it is not suitable to continue discussing the story of Wen Ren Lingse.
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a strange aura approaching the Five Color Valley quickly.
Pei Ling immediately opened his eyes. It was Han An Sword Sect's sword intent, so he should have come to find him.
Pei Ling immediately raised his head and looked in the direction where the breath came. His eyes instantly penetrated layers of barriers and fell on a tall and agile figure.
The man had long hair, cloud boots, a robe with stone green pine pattern, and a sword box with a relaxed eyebrows and a handsome and straight look, like a lonely pine by the rock, with a swelling sky and towering valley.
His escape speed was extremely fast. He was far away from the Five Color Valley the moment before, and he had already escaped into the valley the moment later and appeared in front of the Dharma boat.
Immediately afterwards, a plain and clear voice spread throughout the world in an instant: Cheng Dun of Han An Sword Sect, before Senior Brother He took action, wanted to learn the masterpieces of the Holy Son of Chongming Sect in advance!
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling moved his body and immediately appeared on the deck of the Dharma Boat.
At the same time, the bead curtain of the embroidered building was rolled up, and the spiritual serpent of the voice turned into light and stood in the air.
Pei Ling looked at Cheng Dun in front of him seriously. Although he was a little surprised by the other sword cultivators of Han An Sword Sect, when he challenged Yàn Xicheng and Su Zhentian, Wen Renlingse and Meng Hongxuan also challenged him in advance.
Therefore, he was not too surprised when facing the challenge of the sword cultivator of Han An Sword Sect. After thinking for a moment, he said calmly: OK.
After the words came, Pei Ling took a step forward, left the boat and stopped in the void.
Immediately, Shi Nanzi sent a message to drive the Dharma boat to a faraway place.
Shi Nanzi quickly sent a voice and replied: Yes!
Immediately afterwards, the runes around the giant magic boat lit up, and instantly turned into a huge phantom, and quickly fled towards the distance.
At this time, Wenren Lingse's voice suddenly sounded in Pei Ling's ears: Cheng Dun is the great elder of Han An Sword Sect, and is also the relative junior brother of the same master of the Sword God of the Sword Sect.
The two of them grew up together since childhood and had a deep relationship. After the Sword God took over the position of sect leader, Cheng Dun was his deputy.
Over the years, the Sword God has devoted himself to practicing, and the affairs of Han An Sword Sect have basically been handed over to Cheng Dun to manage them.
I haven't seen the process take action for many years.
This time he suddenly came over to challenge you, but it was a little strange.
Hearing these words, Pei Ling's expression remained unchanged. Cheng Dun was not a sneak attack, but a direct challenge. No matter what, he could not refuse this battle.
Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately sent a voice transmission: If Cheng Dun's strength is average, I will show mercy.
Wenren Lingse secretly felt relieved, then looked at Cheng Dun and said: Fellow Daoist Cheng, why did you suddenly come to challenge Pei Ling?
Cheng Dun said calmly: I heard that the Holy Son of Chongming Sect challenged the leader of the Five Sects of the Righteous Way, and had won three battles and three times. Curiously, he planned to come over and ask for advice.
Wenren Lingse felt even more strange. Cheng Dun was not a competitive person, and his strength was not bad, but there must be some gap compared to the three leaders of the sect, namely Zhong Kui Youzhi, Tie Xiong-ha, and Cen Fangwo.
In the end, Kui Youzhi, Tiexiong and Cen Fangwo all used magic weapons to attack the sect, and even used methods such as the Seven Killings Misfortune Flag and the Invincible Seal, but they were eventually defeated by Pei Ling.
As long as Cheng Dun is not stupid, he will know that he is definitely not Pei Ling’s opponent!
This time, I took the initiative to challenge it, and it was always a bit inexplicable...
At this time, seeing that the Dharma boat had already escaped from a distance, Pei Ling immediately said: You can start.
Cheng Dun said: Let’s wait for a while, I will wait for a few people.
Waiting for someone?
Pei Ling was slightly stunned. Suddenly, towering mountains appeared in the void not far away. The mountains were as dark as the green peaks were like gauze. An old man with white hair and beard stepped out, and his breath was ethereal and out of the dust. He was the monk of Jiuyi Mountain that he had seen before.
After the old man from Jiuyi Mountain appeared, he glanced around and saw Cheng Dun, Wenren Lingse and Pei Ling standing in the sky. There was no one else. He was immediately confused. Cheng Dun suddenly invited him to come here just now, but what happened?
Immediately, the huge flower branches hang down from the sky, and a little bud on the branches grew and bloomed rapidly. Qi Zilang, the elder of Suzhen Tian Tai, slowly stood up from the stamens; the phoenix car wheels in the sky, and the bead curtains swayed, the figure of the phoenix crown and Zhai Yi was dignified and elegant, but it was Queen Liuliu.
The two of them were also confused when they saw Pei Ling, Wenren Lingse who arrived first and the old man from Jiuyi Mountain.
But without waiting for anyone to speak, Cheng Dun immediately looked at Pei Ling and said: OK.
Pei Ling nodded and said: Please!
As soon as he finished speaking, in the sword box behind Cheng Dun, the sword energy burst out with a bang. Between the huge aura that was flowing backwards in the waterfall, twelve dazzling and cold flying swords immediately flew out.
Each flying sword is as bright as a mirror. The sword intent is lingering on it, with majestic power, and it slashes at Pei Ling with the momentum of thunder.
Pei Ling remained motionless, and his voice was quiet: Sleep!
The twelve flying swords immediately became silent, the light was closed, the sword body was dim, and all the sword spirits in the flying sword seemed to fall into a deep sleep together.
The sword intent on the flying sword was greatly reduced, its power dispersed, and its speed dropped sharply, but in a blink of an eye, it became twelve ordinary irons.
Cheng Dun also felt a strong sense of sleepiness hit his heart, and his eyelids were uncontrollably trying to close... At the critical moment, the sword shadow in his eyes was prosperous.
Zheng!!
A clear sword sounded through his ears, like the roar of the nine heavens, like the yellow bell, and in an instant, it suddenly woke up.
However, before Cheng Dun could strike out the second sword, a cold and huge voice resounded throughout the world: Curse!
Immediately afterwards, the voice hesitated again, there was another thing.
The person who sent the letter of war also brought a flying sword under Pei Ling's order.
This is the natal flying sword of the Supreme Elder Wei Duanju. The flying sword spirit was eroded by death energy, but it did not die...
He Fuqiong was slightly surprised and then asked: What did the person who gave the sword say?
The voice outside the door said: Nothing was said.
He Fuqiong thought for a while and then said: I understand, you send it to Xinshang Peak and hand it over to Supreme Elder Yan Sichun.
The voice outside the door replied: Yes!
In a moment, the person who came left, and He Fuqiong continued to practice.
********************
Five Color Valley.
Above the high sky, a huge magic boat was floating quietly, and countless demons were wandering around quickly, with the yin energy dispersing. Not far away, an exquisite embroidery building also stopped in the air, and the pearl curtain swayed in the cold wind.
The vast valley below is like a vast plain, with five colors intertwined, bright colors, and a fishy and sweet atmosphere swelling in the dead silence.
Inside the Dharma Boat, the top floor cabin.
Pei Ling was in the main position, closing his eyes slightly to calm his mind and nourish his energy.
The Zhan Shu has been sent to Han An Sword Sect. The battle is imminent. During this period, it is not suitable to continue discussing the story of Wen Ren Lingse.
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a strange aura approaching the Five Color Valley quickly.
Pei Ling immediately opened his eyes. It was Han An Sword Sect's sword intent, so he should have come to find him.
Pei Ling immediately raised his head and looked in the direction where the breath came. His eyes instantly penetrated layers of barriers and fell on a tall and agile figure.
The man had long hair, cloud boots, a robe with stone green pine pattern, and a sword box with a relaxed eyebrows and a handsome and straight look, like a lonely pine by the rock, with a swelling sky and towering valley.
His escape speed was extremely fast. He was far away from the Five Color Valley the moment before, and he had already escaped into the valley the moment later and appeared in front of the Dharma boat.
Immediately afterwards, a plain and clear voice spread throughout the world in an instant: Cheng Dun of Han An Sword Sect, before Senior Brother He took action, wanted to learn the masterpieces of the Holy Son of Chongming Sect in advance!
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling moved his body and immediately appeared on the deck of the Dharma Boat.
At the same time, the bead curtain of the embroidered building was rolled up, and the spiritual serpent of the voice turned into light and stood in the air.
Pei Ling looked at Cheng Dun in front of him seriously. Although he was a little surprised by the other sword cultivators of Han An Sword Sect, when he challenged Yàn Xicheng and Su Zhentian, Wen Renlingse and Meng Hongxuan also challenged him in advance.
Therefore, he was not too surprised when facing the challenge of the sword cultivator of Han An Sword Sect. After thinking for a moment, he said calmly: OK.
After the words came, Pei Ling took a step forward, left the boat and stopped in the void.
Immediately, Shi Nanzi sent a message to drive the Dharma boat to a faraway place.
Shi Nanzi quickly sent a voice and replied: Yes!
Immediately afterwards, the runes around the giant magic boat lit up, and instantly turned into a huge phantom, and quickly fled towards the distance.
At this time, Wenren Lingse's voice suddenly sounded in Pei Ling's ears: Cheng Dun is the great elder of Han An Sword Sect, and is also the relative junior brother of the same master of the Sword God of the Sword Sect.
The two of them grew up together since childhood and had a deep relationship. After the Sword God took over the position of sect leader, Cheng Dun was his deputy.
Over the years, the Sword God has devoted himself to practicing, and the affairs of Han An Sword Sect have basically been handed over to Cheng Dun to manage them.
I haven't seen the process take action for many years.
This time he suddenly came over to challenge you, but it was a little strange.
Hearing these words, Pei Ling's expression remained unchanged. Cheng Dun was not a sneak attack, but a direct challenge. No matter what, he could not refuse this battle.
Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately sent a voice transmission: If Cheng Dun's strength is average, I will show mercy.
Wenren Lingse secretly felt relieved, then looked at Cheng Dun and said: Fellow Daoist Cheng, why did you suddenly come to challenge Pei Ling?
Cheng Dun said calmly: I heard that the Holy Son of Chongming Sect challenged the leader of the Five Sects of the Righteous Way, and had won three battles and three times. Curiously, he planned to come over and ask for advice.
Wenren Lingse felt even more strange. Cheng Dun was not a competitive person, and his strength was not bad, but there must be some gap compared to the three leaders of the sect, namely Zhong Kui Youzhi, Tie Xiong-ha, and Cen Fangwo.
In the end, Kui Youzhi, Tiexiong and Cen Fangwo all used magic weapons to attack the sect, and even used methods such as the Seven Killings Misfortune Flag and the Invincible Seal, but they were eventually defeated by Pei Ling.
As long as Cheng Dun is not stupid, he will know that he is definitely not Pei Ling’s opponent!
This time, I took the initiative to challenge it, and it was always a bit inexplicable...
At this time, seeing that the Dharma boat had already escaped from a distance, Pei Ling immediately said: You can start.
Cheng Dun said: Let’s wait for a while, I will wait for a few people.
Waiting for someone?
Pei Ling was slightly stunned. Suddenly, towering mountains appeared in the void not far away. The mountains were as dark as the green peaks were like gauze. An old man with white hair and beard stepped out, and his breath was ethereal and out of the dust. He was the monk of Jiuyi Mountain that he had seen before.
After the old man from Jiuyi Mountain appeared, he glanced around and saw Cheng Dun, Wenren Lingse and Pei Ling standing in the sky. There was no one else. He was immediately confused. Cheng Dun suddenly invited him to come here just now, but what happened?
Immediately, the huge flower branches hang down from the sky, and a little bud on the branches grew and bloomed rapidly. Qi Zilang, the elder of Suzhen Tian Tai, slowly stood up from the stamens; the phoenix car wheels in the sky, and the bead curtains swayed, the figure of the phoenix crown and Zhai Yi was dignified and elegant, but it was Queen Liuliu.
The two of them were also confused when they saw Pei Ling, Wenren Lingse who arrived first and the old man from Jiuyi Mountain.
But without waiting for anyone to speak, Cheng Dun immediately looked at Pei Ling and said: OK.
Pei Ling nodded and said: Please!
As soon as he finished speaking, in the sword box behind Cheng Dun, the sword energy burst out with a bang. Between the huge aura that was flowing backwards in the waterfall, twelve dazzling and cold flying swords immediately flew out.
Each flying sword is as bright as a mirror. The sword intent is lingering on it, with majestic power, and it slashes at Pei Ling with the momentum of thunder.
Pei Ling remained motionless, and his voice was quiet: Sleep!
The twelve flying swords immediately became silent, the light was closed, the sword body was dim, and all the sword spirits in the flying sword seemed to fall into a deep sleep together.
The sword intent on the flying sword was greatly reduced, its power dispersed, and its speed dropped sharply, but in a blink of an eye, it became twelve ordinary irons.
Cheng Dun also felt a strong sense of sleepiness hit his heart, and his eyelids were uncontrollably trying to close... At the critical moment, the sword shadow in his eyes was prosperous.
Zheng!!
A clear sword sounded through his ears, like the roar of the nine heavens, like the yellow bell, and in an instant, it suddenly woke up.
However, before Cheng Dun could strike out the second sword, a cold and huge voice resounded throughout the world: Curse!
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