I Just Want To Be Quiet - Chapter 1372

Pei Ling immediately waved the Nine Soul Saber, the blade pierced the air, and the sound was like a roar of a thousand ghosts, and slashed towards Feijian.

clang! !

The swords slammed together again, the sparks splashed like rain, and the void vibrated like water lines.

Just now, Pei Ling was still able to stalemate with He Fuqiong’s Feijian. At this moment, He Fuqiong was trapped by the law. The power of Feijian should have been weaker, but now, the swords collided. Almost run away!

Pei Ling was suddenly shocked. Although he separated his incarnation and his strength was scattered, at this moment, the wound on his chest had not healed at all. The blood had already soaked through the entire front, and he was still running along the corners of his sleeves and robes, drop by drop. Blood stains.

Under the influence of 【Mo Dao Qingxian】, his breath is only stronger than before!

But now that this knife is cut out, he is actually at a disadvantage!

The purple light was cold, and the flying sword and the nine soul swords were separated at the touch of a touch, and they swirled in the air like a swimming fish, then regained their momentum and attacked Pei Ling again.

The long sword came and went like electricity, flashing the void, but its speed was faster than before!

In an instant, the entire sky is a lifelike phantom, like a thousand swords hanging in the air.

Pei Ling didn’t have time to use other means, and the Jiu Po ​​Dao was cut out again.

clang clang clang clang…

In the blink of an eye, swords clashed no less than a hundred times!

The sparks swelled and splashed like heavy rain; the void was cracked every inch, and the world was densely covered with fissures like cobwebs.

Blood flowed from Pei Linghu’s mouth. In the wound on his chest, the blood flowed even more. Blood was all over his body. The valley below had already formed a blood pool, but it gradually prevented Feijian.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Lilan finally escaped to a safe position, her fingers like an orchid first blooming, and she quickly pinched the magic trick.

Whoosh!

When Feijian arrived again, Pei Ling changed the Jiu Po ​​Dao from his right hand, which had completely lost consciousness, to his left, and then cut it out again!

clang! !

Pei Ling’s entire left arm was bleeding with blood, and the cracked wound was open to flesh, but it was a critical moment. He hurriedly held the handle of the knife with both hands regardless of the injury, and the Jiu Po ​​Dao never let go!

In mid-air, Ziguang turned around, Sen Han forced his face, and Feijian slashed at Pei Ling again!

The long sword pierced through the sky, with a fierce momentum and a majestic sword intent, like Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, faster than the lightning, and crashed down with the force of Wan Jun.

At the same time, He Fuqiong’s half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and a majestic and terrifying sword intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He turned his head, looked at Pei Ling’s avatar from the air, raised his arm lightly to refer to the sword, and moved a little further away.

“cut!”

A majestic, destructive and sharp powerful sword qi was born out of thin air and slashed Mo Lilan in an instant.

Mo Lilan is playing one by one complicated and treacherous magic tricks. It only takes a few breaths to successfully cast [Mingtian Dream], but these short breaths are enough to make this avatar die thousands of times!

The situation took a turn for the worse, and Pei Ling didn’t hesitate. Immediately, a thought moved, Mo Lilan immediately interrupted her [Dream of Heaven] and quickly escaped to her main body.

The avatar escaped to the side of Pei Ling’s body, and directly attached to his back, Mo Lilan turned into a mass of darkness and merged into Pei Ling’s body.

Pei Ling held the knife in both hands, raised the cold blade high, and slashed at the flying sword that was killing him.

At the same time, his voice was ethereal and calm: “Everyone!”

Immediately, countless huge and sharp giant axes appeared between the heavens and the earth, which were the replicas of the Zongzhi Treasure of Yanxi Town, the Evil Axe.

These replicas were as vast as a sea of ​​smoke, and they slashed towards He Fuqiong without any hesitation.

next moment…

clang! !

The Jiu Po ​​Dao was immediately forcibly shaken by the flying sword, purple light flashed, and blood flowers bloomed. The flying sword was light and smooth, and passed through Pei Ling’s right shoulder.

The sword roared in the sky, and the sword qi that originally slashed towards Mo Lilan followed closely. It was also integrated into the body because of the incarnation, and whistled past Pei Ling’s waist and abdomen.

The blood was splashed, and it was like rain.

Pei Ling stood in the air, the whole person has become a **** man, his stern face is full of blood stains, his chest and right shoulder each have a blood hole that can see the opposite side, from the left shoulder to the right waist and abdomen, there is a deep hole. Visible bone scars.

Two swords in a row, covered with scars, Pei Ling stood on the spot, motionless, not only did his aura not weaken, but instead continued to rise, his qi was soaring into the sky, and his cultivation level soared again, but it was from the late stage of the union to the peak of the union!

The power of [The End of the Way] is already getting closer and closer to the immortal art!

Pei Ling slowly raised his head and looked at He Fuqiong, who was condescending, and suddenly there was a hint of enlightenment in his heart. It turned out…that’s what happened!

ding ding ding ding…

At this time, the purple light circulated, and the flying sword returned to He Fuqiong’s side, whistling across the world, like a giant whale cruising the ocean, stirring the wind and waves, and smashing all the replicas of the [Evil Axe] that slashed at its master. Chop!

Seeing that Pei Ling’s aura had become extremely terrifying, and it seemed that he was about to surpass the level of the reunion period, He Fuqiong’s face was as calm as water.

His voice was flat: “This seat, cultivate the sword, not the law.”

“There are all things in the world, only one sword can cut!”

“Your way is too complicated.”

“If it weren’t for the deep background, I wouldn’t be able to stop my sword!”

Hearing this, Pei Ling smiled slightly, and his voice was hoarse due to the serious injury: “This is not necessarily!”

“Try, so far.”

“Senior Sword God, please!”

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

The giant sword carries mountains and rivers, and the huge land hangs high in the sky, hiding the clouds, mountains, and fog.

A figure of Yaqing escaped from Jianzong’s mountain gate, its bamboo crown was tied with hair, star eyes filled with electricity, and its demeanor was tall and straight, but there was no sword intent escaping from the whole body.

It flew for a moment, suddenly stopped, and stood in the air.

The next moment, the long sword broke through the air, followed by a jet-black flying sword with a simple style and a terrifying breath, which was the ancestral sword that should have returned to the top of Jianshan Mountain.

Right now, he appeared outside the Frost Dark Sword Sect, hovering beside He Fuqiong’s incarnation.

He Fuqiong said calmly: “In this battle, I don’t need to borrow any external force, and I also ask Senior Ancestral Sword to return to Qijian Mountain.”

From the ancestral sword, an old voice came out: “The demon cultivator just now is very unusual.”

“I can help the Sect Master.”

He Fuqiong avatar shook his head slightly: “I already have my own sword, so I don’t need to bother seniors.”

Hearing the sect master’s refusal, Zujian’s sword hummed slightly, and said, “I don’t make a move, I just go and watch.”

He Fuqiong’s avatar still shook his head, and said calmly: “Then Pei Ling has had three battles before, and Liu Greed Dynasty, Yanxi City, and Su Zhentian have all used the treasure of Zhenzong.”

“As long as the senior is present, he will not make a move, and Pei Ling will be distracted and be on guard, unable to do his best.”

“It’s very unfair to him.”

“This battle, I do more than just win or lose.”

“Also ask the seniors to go back to the mountain.”

Seeing the sect master’s resolute attitude, Zu Jian suddenly fell into silence.

He Fuqiong’s incarnation no longer wasted time, quickly turned into a sword light, and quickly escaped towards the Five Colors Valley.

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