I Just Want To Be Quiet - Chapter 1369

Seeing the scene of rabbits rising and falling in the field, the void outside the Five Colors Valley was silent for a while, and it took a while for the four monks watching the battle to come back to their senses.

The Sword God is here!

The old man from Jiuyi Mountain said in a deep voice, “Sword God intervened… Did Cheng Dun lose just now?”

Although they have been watching the battle, but after the [Mingtian Dream] is used, the specific situation inside is impossible to spy on.

Moreover, it is different from the last battle of the Tie City Lord in the Hopeless Ze of Yanxi City. In that battle, although the Tie City Lord was also caught in a big dream, his tricks were wide open, obscuring the vision and blocking the perception of spiritual sense. [Mist of the Netherworld] was smashed into pieces, but the real battle process can still be seen roughly.

But this time, the [Mist of Heaven] was like mercury pouring down the ground, filling the vast five-color valley, leaving no gaps.

Until this moment, the sword **** made a move, and the sword marks separated the entire battlefield. They didn’t see anything about the specific process during this period!

Qi Zilang looked at Guzhong, and immediately shook his head: “It’s unlikely!”

“Even if Cheng Dun is not as strong as Pei Ling, but now he is holding the Ancestral Sword and using the Sword Intent of Wu Jianyuan, it is impossible for him to lose so quickly!”

“Sword God should just want to save Cheng Dun, so he suddenly intervenes.”

Empress Liugui’s eyes flashed, she nodded slightly, and agreed: “Yes. In this battle, Pei Ling challenged the Sword God, but it was Cheng Dun who came to fight.”

“And he also brought Ancestral Sword and Wu Jianyuan Sword Intent, probably coming without the knowledge of the Sword God.”

Wen Ren Lingse glanced at Qi Zilang and Empress Liugui, but did not speak.

When Pei Ling Xiuwei was only in the early stage of joining the Dao, Lord Tiecheng and Headmaster Cen were already defeated. Now that Xiuwei has reached the middle stage of joining the Dao, it is very easy to defeat a Cheng Dun.

Fellow Daoist Qi and Queen Liu Greed, but they underestimate Pei Ling…

At this time, in the five-color valley, in mid-air, He Fuqiong looked at Pei Ling and suddenly said, “Fellow Daoist Pei, my junior brother has already been defeated. This battle will end here, how about it?”

Hearing the Sword God speak, Dai Cheng Dun conceded defeat, and the elders of Jiuyi Mountain, Su Zhentian Qi Zilang, and Empress Liu Greed were all shocked!

The faces of the three were full of incredible expressions.

How long has this battle just started?

Cheng Dun was holding the Ancestral Sword of Frost Sword Sect, and he did not care about his life and death to accommodate the Sword Intent of Wu Jianyuan, how could he be defeated so quickly?

Just when the three cultivators were shocked, Pei Ling said in a calm voice: “The outcome is already divided, so naturally it ends here.”

When he spoke, he had already held Mo Lilan’s palm.

The palms of the two were close to each other, and Mo Lilan instantly turned into a mass of substantial darkness, which quickly merged into her body.

Immediately, dense dark red lines floated all over Pei Ling’s body, which looked very strange.

The darkness completely disappeared in an instant, and the dark red lines on Pei Ling’s body gradually disappeared.

Seeing that Pei Ling was so good at talking, He Fuqiong was a little surprised. Although he had never watched Pei Ling’s previous three battles, he had also heard about the behavior of this Holy Son of the Chongming Sect in the past two years.

Legend has it that this holy son was born with a deep demonic nature and a ruthless heart.

But when I saw it today, it was completely different from the rumors.

When his mind turned, He Fuqiong said briefly, “Thank you.”

Immediately turned around and looked at Cheng Dun, “How are you now?”

Cheng Dun’s long hair was loose, and his originally handsome face was now horrible to see. From his seven orifices, blood could not stop flowing out. fall into the earth.

The exposed face, neck, and hands all had cracks like when porcelain was burnt out. What was shocking was that all the cracks were still cracking toward the inside of his body.

In the blood, liquids of other colors were gradually mixed up.

On his blood-stained cheeks, he could already see the bones inside.

[The Sword Intent of Slaying Immortals] is incomparably fierce, and it is becoming more and more unacceptable, and it is about to break out of the body!

He Fuqiong’s face gradually became solemn.

Brother Cheng’s Taoist body is definitely not going to be preserved!

Right now [Sword Sword Intent] has begun to erode his soul, and he is now sending the junior brother back to the sect, first beheading his body, and then cutting off the eroded part of his soul. There is no problem in trying to save his life, but his soul is incomplete. , the next step is to reshape the body, and there is no hope of the avenue of longevity…

Do not!

It is not the avenue of longevity, it is even impossible to restore the cultivation base of the joint period!

At this time, Cheng Dun raised the ancestral sword with his blood-stained hands that were already boneless, and handed it to He Fuqiong little by little. . . . deserved . . . deserved . . . ”

“This battle… I originally wanted to do the right thing for me… to gain face… I didn’t want to… but instead I fell… Sword Sect… fame…”

“My sin is unforgivable… I deserve to die…”

“Now return…Ancestral Sword…Please…Senior Brother…Give 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.”

Saying that, he didn’t pick up the sword, but raised a finger and tapped it lightly.

Cheng Dun’s twelve natal flying swords were immediately pulled, like a bird returning to the forest, turning into a brilliant sword light, and throwing them all into the sword box behind Cheng Dun.

Looking at this scene, Cheng Dun was stunned, and he was about to say something, but saw He Fuqiong’s figure flickering, but he was instantly separated into an avatar that was exactly the same as him.

The avatar raised his hand and grabbed Cheng Dun’s shoulder, and before he could react, the two instantly turned into a fierce sword light, and flew away towards the Cold Dark Sword Sect.

It was only at this time that He Fuqiong slowly turned around, looked at Pei Ling and said, “Daoyou Pei laughed.”

“I originally wanted to come back to fight here three days later, just like Emperor Zhongkui, Lord Tiecheng, and Headmaster Cen.”

“But now, since I have arrived, and the witnesses of the Liuqing Dynasty, Yanxi City, Suzhentian, and Jiuyi Mountain are all present, I can now accept the challenge of fellow Daoists.”

Hearing this, Pei Ling was slightly startled, and then asked with a frown, “You don’t need the Sword of Suppression?”

Right now, He Fuqiong directly asked the incarnation to bring Cheng Dun and the Sword of Zhenzong back to the Cold Dark Sword Sect, leaving only one body to fight against him… This reminded him of the confrontation with the emperor of the Liu Greed Dynasty at that time.

The other party gave him ten moves first, but he won the emperor in that state, nothing!

However, He Fuqiong smiled and said calmly, “In my life, I only use one sword, my sword is not the ancestor sword.”

Pei Ling still shook his head and said seriously: “You don’t need the Ancestral Sword, but you have to wait for your incarnation to return.”

“What I want to challenge is the Sword God in his prime!”