Looking at the direction where He Fuqiong's incarnation left, Zu Jian sighed.

The nine major sects’ sect-controlling magic weapons all have extremely high vision.

They are enshrined in the sect's forbidden area, and will only be taken action when the sect encounters a major crisis.

It is rare to recognize a monk alone as master.

The leader of this generation of Han An Sword Sect is very much in line with its requirements for recognition as a leader!

Unfortunately, He Fuqiong only had eyes for the natal sword that had grown up from humble beginnings together with him.

In addition, the demon cultivator who just fought against Cheng Dun was actually very good, but the opponent used a sword. As he thought about it, the ancestral sword shook slightly, changed direction, returned to Han An Sword Sect, and headed for Qijian Mountain...

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Five Colored Valley.

Countless cracks were cut into both the void and the earth. Amidst the unbearable shattering sound of the world, larger and larger cracks continued to spread in all directions.

Pei Ling's body was covered in scars, his bones were visible, blood was spattered all over his face, and his clothes were dripping with blood. He looked extremely miserable, but his momentum was rising steadily and he was extremely powerful.

In mid-air, He Fuqiong's cassock was hunting in the wind, like the wings of a bird flying. He stood in the air with a calm expression. A flying sword with hidden purple meaning and a jade-like texture was suspended by his side. It was as clear as water and shimmering.

The two sides were facing each other from afar, and their energy was condensed like a line, focusing on each other's body.

"Senior Sword God, please!"

"please!

As soon as he finished speaking, He Fulqiong did not hesitate at all. Immediately with a thought in his mind, the flying sword beside him suddenly turned into a clear purple light and slashed at Pei Ling again.

The long sword penetrated the air, as fast as lightning, and its sharpness was unparalleled. It seemed that everything fell apart before the sword blade. The sound of the sword continued in the cracks in the void.

The cold light has already passed by, it is unstoppable!

Pei Ling suddenly closed his eyes and said calmly: "Forget!"

The voice fell, like an order.

But this time, the target of the law is no longer He Fiqiong, but himself!

In an instant, Pei Ling forgot all the spells, all magical powers, and all means other than the way of the sword, including magic!

The blade of the sword was like frost and snow. In the blink of an eye, it had already reached the center of Pei Ling's eyebrows. It seemed that the next moment, it would come out through Pei Ling's head!

But at this moment, Pei Ling suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword intent in his eyes suddenly burst out, and the Nine Soul Sword, as gorgeous as a summer moonlit night, immediately slashed out.

At this moment, all his thoughts were focused on this sword.

The blood demon steamed up like a blood-colored gauze, the long sword pierced the air, and countless void cracks appeared instantly. The cold light was as fast as thunder, and the speed was not weaker than He Fulqiong's flying sword!

clang!!!

The vast sound of gold and iron was like substance, shaking the void, and the ripples spread out in all directions in a form visible to the naked eye.

As sparks flew and the swords slashed together, Pei Ling's arms were as solid as rock, motionless.

The sword had no effect, and the flying sword instantly separated from the Nine Soul Sword, then turned around in mid-air, recharged its momentum, and slashed down again.

At the same time, He Fuqiong, who was standing in the air, was slightly surprised. He then raised his arm slightly, pointed at the sword, and pointed towards Pei Ling.

Thousands of sword auras immediately appeared around He Fuxiong, like the rising tide of an angry sea, covering the sky and the sun. Each sword aura was piercingly cold, emitting a majestic, vast, and terrifying sword intent that made one's heart palpitate.

The sword energy filled the air like a sea, like a long river in the sky rolling back, or like thunder rolling down and surging down.

The entire Five Colors Valley was submerged in the ocean of sword energy.

In the valley, Pei Ling held the Nine Soul Sword tightly, and the sword intent in his body became more and more intense.

It's like the morning sun rising slowly.

He suddenly raised the knife over his head, and then slashed hard!

At that moment, Pei Ling's whole aura suddenly changed. Cui Wei, majestic, violent, majestic...

Above its head, a huge bloody blade was rapidly condensing.

The Blood Blade is huge and vast, unimaginable, like a landmass that emerged out of thin air, stretching across the sky, blocking out the light of the sky, swallowing thousands of miles, with the force of a vast ocean and thousands of mountains rushing forward.

boom!!!

Amidst the deafening noise, the huge bloody blade fell suddenly, like the sky falling!

When there was no time to make a move, Pei Ling raised his sword again and slashed hard again.

Next, the third sword, the fourth sword, and the fifth sword only took an instant, and he had already wielded thousands of slashes to cut the sky!

clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang

The terrifying, brutal, overbearing and fierce sword energy instantly collided with He Fuqiong's flying sword, and the sword energy was nothing fancy.

Amidst the earth-shaking loud noise, the sword energy was like glass falling to the ground, shattering; the sword energy was like snow meeting the sun, disappearing in large areas.

The jade-like flying sword was instantly knocked upside down by several sharp sword auras.

Boom boom boom boom…

Scattered sword energy and sword energy spread across the sky, splashing in all directions, plowing the Five Color Valley, and cracking the entire valley like ravines and mountain streams.

Countless springs gush out, tears flow, and the country is almost flooded.

The originally flat valley was now rugged and the terrain was beyond recognition.

He Fuqiong's sword energy was completely shattered, but the remaining sword energy continued to slash at him.

Whoosh!

The jade flying sword instantly penetrated the void and appeared in He Fulqiong's hand. He raised the sword and dropped it, immediately slashing out a cold and terrifying sword energy.

boom!!!

The sword light splashed like the moonlight after purification, cold and pure, as soft as nothing, but irresistible.

All the remaining sword energy that struck in front of He Fuqiong was cut into ashes by this sword!

But before He Fiqiong could strike out with his second sword, Pei Ling's figure moved and he instantly escaped in front of him. Without any fancy, he just slashed down with one sword!

He Fiqiong didn't hesitate at all, flying his sword through the air and slashing at Pei Ling.

clang!!!

The Nine Soul Sword and He Fukiong's flying sword struck each other fiercely again.

The terrifying sound waves rippled out again. Above the ground, the mud, sand and rocks were like soft water. Following the impact of the sound waves, they formed circles of ripples, layer by layer, and swayed into the distance.

Pei Ling was knocked back half a step by Peiran's huge force, and He Fiqiong, who was standing in the air, was directly knocked away.

At this moment, in the Nine Soul Sword, the sword spirit exuded an extremely exciting emotion, as if it was instantly refreshed, and the sword intention became more and more vigorous.

Before He Fuqiong could stabilize his body, Pei Ling took one step forward, shuttled through the void, and rushed toward him again!

He Fuxiong competed with him for Tao Xin, and he competed with He Fuxiong for his background!

Yes, his sword was no weaker than He Fuqiong's flying sword from the beginning!

The first time He Fuqiong's flying sword pierced his chest, he used another method that he can't remember now!

The second time, he separated his incarnation and tried to use other means again, but his natal sword was almost chopped off by He Fuxun's flying sword!

But then, in the critical moment, he continued to fight with his sword, but abnormally blocked the even more fierce attack of He Fiqiong's flying sword!

The third time he was no match for He Fukiong's flying sword, he used his clone to find an opportunity and officially used other methods...
Chapter completed!