If you are really forced into a desperate situation, use magic if you need to!

As his mind was spinning, Pei Ling shook his head slightly. The nine major sects have extremely profound foundations and must not be underestimated!

He originally thought that as long as his cultivation reached the middle stage of Hedao, even if the nine major sect masters used methods like the [Seven Kills to Disaster Banner], no one would be his opponent.

But in the last battle, Cen Fangwo's [Heavenly Seal of Lawlessness] really allowed him to see the details of the nine major sects!

The situation at that time, even if his cultivation reached the late stage of Hedao, the entire battle process would not be any different from the early stage of Hedao!

In addition to these, he will fight the Sword God this time, Su Lijing, and he should come again!

When the time comes, he can deliberately get injured to induce Su Lijing to take action...

※Mi Han compensates the Sword Sect.

The top of Qijian Mountain.

The sky is full of clouds, the Big Dipper is falling, and it stands majestically above the rolling sea of ​​clouds.

The strong wind here is fierce, and the ground, no matter the mud or rocks, is covered with a thick layer of ice. The cold is so deep that it seems to freeze everything...

The entire top of the mountain was empty, except for a dark flying sword stuck diagonally on a light blue rock.

The sword body and the mountain rocks were all wrapped in ice and snow, and the ice ridges falling down were feet long, like ice sculptures, which looked ordinary.

The strong wind roared, rolling up countless boulders and roaring past. The ice and snow were instantly covered with traces of sharp blade cuts.

Densely packed and shocking.

Only the ice and snow on the blade of the sword remained intact and unaffected, as if Gang Feng subconsciously avoided it.

Step, step, step...

The sound of heavy footsteps came, and a blood-stained figure walked up the mountain step by step.

His body is tall and tall, but right now, his whole body is covered with criss-crossing sword marks, and countless sword intent is lingering in the air, spreading rapidly among his limbs and bones.

Looking back at the footsteps behind him, every step is stained with blood, and the winding path is shocking.

He was looking intently at the ancestral sword inserted between the bluestones. He was not the sect leader, so to get the sword this time, he had to go through the test of Qijian Mountain!

But now, after he stepped through the heavy sword array and reached the top of the mountain, he was already qualified to take the sword.

Cheng Dun continued to move forward step by step, blood dripping rapidly from the wounds on his body, instantly dyeing the ice and snow under his feet red.

Every drop of blood he dripped contained extremely pure sword intent. Finally, Cheng Dun came to the bluestone. He straightened out his ragged clothes, knelt down respectfully, and spoke solemnly:

"We are facing a formidable enemy. The younger generation is unfaithful and my disciple Cheng Dun, please ask Ancestor Sword to come out and help!"

There was snow and wind all around, but Zu Jian didn't react at all.

Cheng Dun said no more and just kept kneeling.

It was extremely cold on the top of the mountain, and the sword intent of the ancestral sword that had been dissipating here for many years dispersed into the wind and snow, making the strong wind that was originally like a knife become more brutal, constantly tearing apart his already deeply visible wounds.

His expression did not change at all, as if those dense sword wounds were not his own at all.

After three full days, Cheng Dun was already so angry that he seemed to be about to die at any time. The sword marks all over his body showed the pale color of excessive blood loss. Even if he was in the Hedao stage, he had already reached the limit. He could only fight with his will.

Hard support.

At this time, an old and plain voice finally sounded in the ancestral sword: "Only this time!"

Cheng Dun immediately raised his head and said with great determination: "Just this once!"

As he spoke, he staggered up and raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword.

The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, all the injuries all over his body recovered quickly in the blink of an eye. Cheng Dun used a slight force to pull out the sword, put it backhand into the sword box behind him, and then the figure quickly disappeared.

...The southwest corner of Jianzong.

Between the peaks, the mountains are vast, and the bottom is not visible, but it is an abyss.

The abyss is unfathomable, and when you look down, you can only see the majestic clouds and smoke, and the sword's will soars into the sky!

This is the Wujian Abyss of Han An Sword Sect. In addition to the sect leader, Supreme Elders, Elders, Sword Masters, and True Disciples can all enter it to learn swordsmanship.

Cheng Dun's figure appeared above the abyss, and after just a flash, he had already escaped into it.

A moment later, at the bottom of the abyss, he stepped into the protective circle.

The Supreme Elder who was guarding this place fell down and sat in the air. After seeing him, he nodded slightly, but he did not suspect anything at all. He just said lightly: "Don't get close to the center of Wu Jianyuan."

"The Supreme Elder Huan Yunzhen, who returned not long ago, is currently reshaping his body there..."

Cheng Dun saluted calmly: "Okay!"

With that said, he strode inside.

The sword intent here is diffuse, almost like substance. Within the entire formation, there is a layer of gauze-like clouds and smoke lingering, slightly blocking the view.

A famous swordsman was either sitting cross-legged on the ground, or standing up to dance his sword, or pacing back and forth, or making gestures... He was all concentrating on comprehending the meaning of the sword. Even if he noticed Cheng Dun passing by, no one paid attention to him, let alone no one.

Look at him one more time.

Soon, the number of people around Cheng Dun began to dwindle rapidly. He walked to the center of Wu Jian Yuan without any hesitation. Due to the reminder from the Supreme Elder who was guarding this place, the place was now extremely empty, and there were no monks who had understood the meaning of the sword nearby.

I saw five sword shadows of different shapes floating above the open space in the mist of smoke and clouds, rising and falling. From time to time, thunder and lightning flashed from the sword's body.

If these five sword shadows are real and illusory, without any aura exposed, they give people a heaven-destroying aura.

One of them has a lotus-like head and a series of curved lines on the sword's spine. Under the shadow of the sword, a tall and graceful figure sits cross-legged.

The whole body of that figure was wrapped with extremely strong sword energy, and there were countless sword energy lingering and circling, like a heavy veil slowly falling down, making it impossible to see the true appearance.

Cheng Dun knew clearly in his heart that this was the Supreme Elder Huan Yunzhen.

The other party is currently reshaping his physical body, and it seems that there is still some time before he can completely return to the road, so it will not affect his plan!

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes to look at the majestic, majestic and majestic sword shadow in the center, then made a simple and complicated magic formula and quickly grabbed it...

After half a stick of incense, Cheng Dun came out of Wujianyuan. The Supreme Elder who was guarding the place did not notice any problem and allowed him to leave.

After leaving Wu Jianyuan, he quickly escaped from the Han An Sword Sect without any hesitation.

Mimi※Lonely peak cliff.

In the cave.

On the jade platform, He Fuqiong's whole body was covered with frost and snow, and his flying sword was suspended in the air, moving with his long breathing.

Just when one person and one sword was concentrating on practicing, a respectful voice suddenly came from outside the cave: "Sect Master, Pei Ling's letter of challenge has been sent."

He Fuqiong opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and an ink-stained letter of challenge appeared in his hand. He opened the letter of challenge, glanced at it casually, and said immediately: "The time is set in three days."

"Same as Pei Ling's first three battles."

"As for the location, he will start the war wherever he is now."
Chapter completed!