Chapter 1178 Charm. (First Update! Please Subscribe!)

Clang clang clang clang clang...

In just a split second, the flying sword and the magic knife clashed in the air with thousands of moves.

The sword qi was unrestrained, and the saber qi was domineering and fierce. The faint blue light hanging in the air had already been smashed into pieces. The smoke and clouds flowed, and the sky was lowered. Only the sword light and the knife light illuminated this section of the river.

At the same time, Jianxiu, who was standing on the water, pointed at him and slashed at Pei Ling...

A jet of dark and cold sword energy whizzed towards Pei Ling.

Pei Ling also joined hands to form a knife, and slashed out with four fingers.

The extremely compressed blood-colored knife slashed towards Jianxiu like a horse.

clang! ! !

The sword energy shattered in an instant, and the power of the bloody saber energy was greatly reduced, but it continued to cut towards the sword repairer.

The sword cultivator stood with two fingers in front of his chest and pinched the magic formula. All the scattered sword intents in the world roared and gathered to form a huge and powerful sword formation.

ding ding ding...

The saber energy only advanced less than half a foot in the sword array, and then collapsed uncontrollably.

As soon as the sword cultivation method was changed, countless flying swords appeared on the long river and in the void, swimming and running like fish, regrouping instantly, switching from defense to attack.

Countless pitch-black sword auras shot at Pei Ling from all directions with a gloomy and formidable momentum.

Pei Ling's expression didn't change at all, he just raised his right hand, and then slashed fiercely towards the world.

A huge saber qi roared out, instantly cutting open a gap in the long river that the river could not heal for a long time, and the many malices under the river could not be hidden, and all kinds of true colors were revealed one after another.

There was a scream, and countless dead souls swam rapidly in mid-air, and a large net was quietly opened in a criss-cross pattern.

[Yin Kong Kong Ming Slash]!

Most of the densely packed flying swords were instantly annihilated, and the entire sword array was cut in half like a river, and all the sword energy that was aimed at Pei Ling was also dissipated without a trace.

Standing on the deck of the black boat, Pei Ling spoke in a cold, evil, grand way: "Curse!"

As soon as the words fell, Jianxiu's body immediately began to rot, pus gurgled from the wound, and there were hideous faces full of resentment.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee……"

Sharp and piercing laughter sounded, and all the faces opened their mouths in unison, letting out bursts of laughter.

Jianxiu didn't pay any attention to the injuries on his body. He moved like a ghost and rushed to Pei Ling in an instant. Using his fingers as a sword, he stabbed directly between Pei Ling's eyebrows!

In Pei Ling's eyes, runes rose and intertwined, weird and grotesque, [Eternal Curse Supernatural Power]!

【Forgotten "law"】!

The sword cultivator's aura dropped rapidly, but his body did not stop at all. The sword aura between his fingers continued to stab Pei Ling, without being affected by the [Forgotten "Dharma"] at all!

clang!

Pei Ling's four fingers formed a knife, cutting off the sword energy stabbed by Jianxiu.

Immediately, a substantial darkness permeated his body, like ink entering clear water, spreading rapidly, completely engulfing the sword cultivator in an instant...

After a long while, the [Mist of Nether Sky] gradually closed, the darkness faded, and under the bleak sky, Pei Ling's figure appeared. He stood in the air, holding the head of the sword cultivator in his hand. A headless corpse fell slowly and sank to the bottom of the river.

"Buzz!"

A mournful sound of the Qingyue sword resounded through the sky, and the pitch-black flying sword fell. The flying sword and its master lived and died together. , sank into the water together with Jianxiu's body.

At the same time, a long sword that looked like stars in the dark night came from the sky, but it was the Nine Souls Sword that returned and floated in front of Pei Ling.

Pei Ling turned her head and quietly looked at the head in her hand.

This sword cultivator of the Cold Dark Sword Sect has long lost his mind and only fights by instinct.

Therefore, his ["Method of Forgetting"] just now is of no use to him, because the other party doesn't remember everything about him...

Just as he was thinking about it, the head held in his hand suddenly turned into a puff of gray-black smoke, directly sinking into his palm.

Suddenly, an obsession with the sword, hatred for the living in the world, and desire to kill... Like breaking a dike to control water, surged out and roared into Pei Ling's mind.

Pei Ling's complexion immediately twisted, and it took a while before she gradually came back to her senses.

His expression became extremely dignified, and it was fate again!

It's just that the sword cultivator of the Han'an Sword Sect has already lost his mind. The fate of the other party was extremely chaotic, with all kinds of hatred, obsession, and killing emotions mixed together, which was more complicated and chaotic than the previous Gu Chuzi and the monks of the Samsara Tower.

While thinking about it, Pei Ling suddenly raised his head, but saw that the surrounding scenery changed, and the originally gray sky suddenly brightened.

The torrential river water under one's feet, which was originally turbid yellow, turned emerald green and clear.

At the bottom of the water, white shadows fluttered together, and the tulle skirts fluttered like fins, as dexterous as a shark.

"Wow!"

Amidst the splashes of water, a white figure suddenly emerged from the water, but it was a young girl with a charming posture, boldly dressed and wearing a veil, only revealing a pair of star-like eyes. On the white porcelain skin, there was a little bit of water, shining brightly, and the water flowed down the veil and hair, and soon, it slid over the slender neck like a crane's neck, and merged into the delicate collarbone.

There is also a pink double flower that came from nowhere in the collarbone, and further down is the emerald green river water.

She has a beautiful face and a graceful posture, and she walks slowly. There seems to be thousands of springs in her eyes. She looks at Pei Ling and walks towards him step by step.

As she approached, her graceful figure gradually emerged from the water.

The drenched gauze was clinging to her delicate body, and she was exquisitely stretched out, looming.

Behind her, a slim and white beauty who was also thinly dressed looked like a lotus emerging from the water, poking their heads out of the water one after another, and then swaying towards Pei Ling.

Each of them, as they walked, kept their eyes firmly on Pei Ling.

It was as if Pei Ling was the love of their life together, in their eyes and hearts, this one person was for everything.

Pei Ling suddenly felt that deep in her heart, there was an incomparably strong feeling of inadequacy.

"Wow, wow, wow..."

With the sound of the water gurgling, the beauties continued to approach him. Every step was like the wind supporting the weak willows and the water pulling the lotus. It was indescribably charming and gentle.

Taking another step, their veils suddenly floated down to the surface of the water, revealing a shy, charming, delicate and beautiful appearance.

Immediately afterwards, the tulle-like skirt fell powerlessly and floated on the emerald green water.

The beauties didn't realize it, they were still walking forward, the water fluctuated slightly, and the gauze was pulled down little by little.

The fragrance of the jade body is like the rising moon, revealing inch by inch.

In this scene, it was as if a sailor on a deep sea voyage encountered a group of shark girls.

A strong desire to wash away Pei Ling's reason, a kind of impulse to sink together with these beauties regardless, was surging like a tide.

The muscles of Pei Ling's whole body were tense, and his blood seemed to be boiling.

Seeing these beauties getting closer and closer to him, he suppressed all his thoughts and said with great difficulty: "Curse!"