Chapter 132 Sword God.

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Soon, the protective formation in the cave opened and a monk emitting a negative sword strode in.

He was wearing a robe with cloud boots on his feet, a robe with blue stone ground, his eyebrows were relaxed, his eyes were tall and strong, and his sword was full of coldness.

After entering the interior, he bowed to the jade platform and said, "Senior Brother, I've disturbed your cultivation."

The monk in the Crow Qing velvet looked calm and asked directly: What's the matter?

The expression of a cultivator was slightly solemn: I just received the news from my subordinates that the Dharma boat of the Holy Son of Chongming Sect, Pei Ling, had already entered my Hanan Sword Sect.

Pei Ling...

The monk in the Crow Qing velvet nodded and then said: In other words, is it me next to him to challenge?

This cultivator is the contemporary leader of Han An Sword Sect, the sword god He Fuqiong!

The monk exuded a deep voice: Not bad!

This is true in Pei Ling’s first three battles. I believe the official letter of war will be delivered soon.

He Fuqiong said calmly: I understand, what else is there?

The monk was stunned and said quickly: Senior brother, Pei Ling's first battle was to defeat the Emperor Kui's position with his cultivation level in Xu. Later, the second battle, Yàn Xicheng Iron City took the initiative to use the Seven Kills and Misfortune Flag, but he still lost. In the third battle, Su Zhen Tiancen used the Invincible Seal, and finally failed...

Although Pei Ling is a junior of the Demon Sect, his strength is already extremely strong.

I lost three games in a row and my morale was very depressed. I could not defeat this next battle no matter what!

He Fuqiong's face was calm, and then he looked at his junior brother and asked: Do you want me to invite the ancestor sword?

The monk nodded, and the ancestral sword, which is the flying sword of the Han An Sword Sect, has powerful power and terrifying attacks. It is on the same level as the Jade Seal of the Ryuvigil Dynasty, the Emperor's Sword; the Evil-Slaying Axe of the Xicheng, and the Xinghuang Kumhou of Su Zhentian!

However, looking at the first three battles of the Holy Son of Chongming Sect, it is probably not enough to just use the magic weapon of the Sect!

Thinking of this, the monk exuded the eccentric and said: There is also the sword intent of the immortal-killing sword in the Abyss of Wujian!

He Fuqiong smiled immediately. The ancestor sword was the flying sword of Han An Sword Sect, and the sword intention of the immortal sword is one of the foundations of Han An Sword Sect.

It is rumored that the founder of Han An Sword Sect once cut off the Fusang divine tree, and used the sword intent to kill the immortal!

At present, his cultivation is only in the middle stage of Hedao, and the Taoist body cannot withstand the sword intent of killing the immortal. Once this sword intent is used, he will definitely die in the next battle, no matter whether it is victory or defeat...

Of course, as the dignified leader of the Han An Sword Sect, a sword cultivator who was approved as the sword god by the Nine Sects, he would not be afraid of his own death.

The same is true for the junior brother who is coming to make an announcement now!

This proposal is just to make him win... win by any means!

As his thoughts turned, He Fuqiong shook his head and said calmly: No!

I will not borrow any external forces in this battle.

If you want to win, you will win upright; if you want to lose, you will lose upright.

I don’t know how to use either the Ancestral Sword or the Immortal Sword Intent.

The monk was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly reacted and immediately said: The strength of the senior brother is indeed stronger than the Emperor, the Iron City Lord, and the Master Cen of the Zhongkui clan, but it is related to the reputation of the entire righteous...

Before he finished speaking, He Fuqiong replied indifferently: I have decided, please step back.

The monk frowned, but saw that the senior brother's face was calm. Although he was not happy, his attitude was very decisive. When he was hesitant, he had to respond unwillingly: Yes...

He lowered his head and hurriedly stepped back.

In the cave, He Fuqiong was alone. He looked at his junior brother's leaving figure and slowly shook his head.

Whether it is the ancestor sword or the sword intention of killing the immortal, these are all external forces!

His natal flying sword may not be as good as the ancestral sword!

His sword intent will one day be comparable to the sword intent of the immortal killing!

Whether it is the majesty of the righteous path or the reputation of the Han An Sword Sect... no matter for any reason, borrowing external forces will always be afraid of the enemy!

How can you win if you are timid before fighting?

When the Liuvian Dynasty ended with the Emperor Kui, the defeat was the careless; the defeat of the Tie City Lord of Yàn Xicheng was the Daoxin; the defeat of the head of Suzhen Tiancen was the defeat of the other party himself...

In this battle, he not only won’t use the ancestral sword and the Immortal Sword Intent, but he doesn’t even know how Pei Ling won the previous three battles!

Yes, Pei Ling has won three games, but he didn't watch any of the three battles!

What he wants is an absolutely fair battle!

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Han An Sword Sect.

In the void beside the lonely peak, monks radiated themselves in the air, frowning and looking very ugly.

He thought for a moment, then turned into a sword light and threw it into another mountain not far away. In a blink of an eye, he had already appeared in his cave.

The monk who sent the radiant monk took out a sound transmission note and immediately activated it.

A calm voice soon came from the talisman: Fellow Daoist Cheng, what's the matter?

The distributor cultivator Cheng Dun quickly said: Pei Ling has entered the territory of Han An Sword Sect. The next thing to challenge is my senior brother!

The voice in the sound transmission paused for a moment and then said: I understand, I will tell the mountain master about this matter immediately.

Cheng Dun said again: My Han An Sword Sect, I will definitely do my best in this battle.

After the fellow Taoist told the mountain master, please come to the Hanan Sword Sect to watch the battle immediately.

The voice in the talisman quickly responded: OK!

The light went out and the transmission ended immediately. Cheng Dun took out three other sound transmission notes with different runes, and sent messages to the Ryukeng Dynasty, Yàn Xicheng, and Su Zhentian one after another.

After contacting the four sects, he stood up and immediately escaped from the cave, flew towards the direction of the sword head.

A moment later, Cheng Dun came to a huge peak about ten thousand feet high.

This magnificent mountain has no mountains, stones, plants and trees, all of which are made of various flying swords!

Each flying sword exudes a vast sword intent and an extremely sharp and cold wind.

This is the Qijian Mountain of Hanan Sword Sect, and the Feijian Ancestor Sword of the Sword Sect, is located on the top of this sword technique!

Yes!

He is here to get the ancestral sword!

The Holy Son of Chongming Sect is extremely powerful. If Senior Brother He uses the Ancestral Sword and the Intention of the Immortal Sword, he will definitely win this battle!

But if you don’t use it, the one who loses will definitely be Senior Brother He!

Zhengdao has lost three games in a row and can no longer continue to lose!

Since he could not speak out for Senior Brother He, he would take the challenge on behalf of Senior Brother He!

First go up the mountain to get the ancestral sword, then go down to Yuanrong to kill the immortal sword intent!

This move violates the sect rules, and he will definitely not have a good ending, but...

As his thoughts turned, Cheng Dun's expression gradually became determined. He stepped out and countless sharp sword intents were pressed down on his head in an instant. The sword tips, which seemed to be filled with thousands of swords, were gathered around him. If Cheng Dun had not realized it, he would firmly and resolutely walk towards the top of Qijian Mountain.