Chapter 1207 My Heart Is only the Sword! (Second Update! Please Subscribe!)

A familiar memory suddenly appeared in Pei Ling's mind.

mountain peak!

A solitary peak that is bare, barren of grass, but full of countless flying swords, stands between the vast sea of ​​clouds, it is not considered tall, but countless swords intertwine and rise, straight to the sky.

Wearing a simple gown and straw sandals, he walked with difficulty among the isolated peaks.

The texture of the gown was originally extremely wear-resistant, but now it is full of sword marks, riddled with holes, almost ragged, and even the flesh and blood under the clothes have been cut out of wounds, dripping with blood, the bamboo crown that binds the hair has long since fallen, and the long hair is scattered , described as embarrassing, pain came from all over the body.

Every step you take, there are blood stains.

Looking back under the lonely peak, the blood is winding, I don't know the geometry.

Pei Ling felt that he was extremely weak and exhausted. In addition to his fatigue and injuries, there were countless long swords on this lonely peak, exuding majestic sword intent, coercing him, driving him away, and provoking him all the time. watching him...

At every moment, he felt that he had reached his limit, and he could no longer take the next step. It seemed that he had exhausted all his will and strength to take the next step.

Pain, loneliness, despair, cold... Pei Ling quickly fell into a numbness. After an unknown amount of time, a clear sword cry, like lightning in the dark night, opened his muddled consciousness.

He raised his hand subconsciously, and a ray of light shot from a distance, like a swimming fish, circling around his arm nimbly, accompanied by a buzzing, lightly leaped, turning into a brilliant handle , Flying sword like frost and moon.

The flying sword is cold and sharp, as if it can cut through wind and water, and break through all obstacles, but it is one with him, like water and milk - blending, without distinction between each other.

As soon as Pei Ling grabbed the hilt of the sword, he felt that all the hardships, pains and dangers were like the snow and the sun, without any weight. He felt unprecedented peace and joy in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of him changed, and Pei Ling saw himself standing in the air with a long sword on his back. Not far away, five monks in white robes and golden crowns blocked the way in a fan shape.

These monks have a sinister and cold aura and luxurious attire. At this moment, their eyes are full of greed and they look at the long sword behind him: "All things are born, but people are the most expensive!"

"The breath of this sword spirit is pure, and its spirituality is extremely high. Since we met today, it should be used by my teaching."

"The Cold Darkness Sword Sect perverted, willing to be lowly, and as the respect of the human race, one of the nine great sects in the Panya Realm, lived and died with mere sword spirits. Deserved! Destroyed!"

"Kill this sword cultivator and take the sword spirit away!"

"kill!"

The brilliance of the technique bloomed and swept over in an instant.

"Zheng!"

The flying sword was unsheathed, and in the clear sound, it quickly broke through the heavy attacks.

After a long while, Jianxiu's robe was stained with blood and his breath was messy, but his eyes were still sharp, reflecting the cold light of the returning flying sword.

"Clang!"

The long sword was back in its sheath, and when he flicked his sleeves, he had already fled into the sky.

Behind them, five headless corpses were slowly falling down. The sword intent could not be condensed. The gems inlaid on the golden crown flickered several times to no avail.

Before Pei Ling could think about it, the surroundings were rippling like smoke for a moment, and he saw himself walking on a steep mountain path with a light robe and a long sword on his back.

This mountain peak is located in the mountains, the sea of ​​clouds is vast, the spirit beasts are flying back, the haze is like a belt, and the misty forests are more and more dusty.

Pei Ling walked in big strides, followed by a girl in a purple pink skirt who also carried a long sword.

Yan Ruo Shunhua, a young girl, has an apricot face and peach cheeks, and a slender but vigorous figure. When walking on the mountain path, she looks like a deer wandering in the forest.

Her head is full of blue silk in a double snail bun, with a pair of begonia flowers on her hairpin. The red crow pendant next to her ears sways slightly with her steps, as if dyed by gemstones. The girl's cheeks are slightly flushed, and her lips are red and her teeth are white. With bright eyes, she bit her vermilion lips lightly for a moment, seeming to muster up her courage, and asked in a crisp voice: "Brother, I don't quite understand the swordsmanship taught by Master last time, can you go to my cave and talk about it?"

As she spoke, she tentatively grabbed Pei Ling's clothes.

Seeing that he was walking non-stop, Pei Ling said in a flat voice: "Master, you have a high level of cultivation and are busy with affairs. You took the time to teach us, but you didn't take a photo?"

The girl froze for a moment, and then said with a lack of confidence: "I... I accidentally damaged my photo."

"Damn it?" Pei Ling frowned when he saw it, and there was displeasure in his tone, "Why are you so careless about something so important?"

"Senior brother..." The girl grabbed the corner of his clothes with both hands, twisted her delicate body slightly, trying to act coquettishly.

However, the next moment, she was brushed away, and Pei Ling said coldly: "I have no intention of remorse for ruining the picture, so frivolous, it is an insult to the teacher!"

"Go to Houya and think about it for a month."

"Wait for the master to go out next time, go forward and report it, and wait for it to be dealt with!"

The girl's face froze, and there was water in her eyes: "Senior brother, you..."

"Why? Dissatisfied?" Pei Linghan yelled, "My Han'an Sword Sect is the holy land of sword cultivators in the world. You can enter the sect to practice and worship under the master's sect, which is the dream of countless sword cultivators but is impossible due to various reasons! "

"Not only do you not want to practice hard, you study the way of swords hard, but you can even destroy the photos of the master's lectures. You are so careless and idle. How can you be worthy of the flying sword in your hand and your sword heart?"

"Miss your first offense, this time you will be dealt with lightly."

"Next time, I will personally throw you to Sword Sha Valley!"

Speaking of this, seeing the girl standing still, staring at him in a daze, with tears streaming down her cheeks, Pei Ling became even more indifferent, and said, "If you don't go to the back cliff within ten breaths, you will be punished!"

"...The picture is not bad." The girl heard the words, her tears became more and more violent, and her voice choked up, "I... I just... just want to stay with the brother for a while..."

Pei Ling listened, unmoved at all, stared at the girl coldly, and said word by word: "If you bother me with such meaningless things next time, don't blame me for throwing you into Sword Sha Valley! "

The girl opened her mouth slightly and said, "Brother, you..."

Her chest heaved violently, her blushing cheeks were instantly pale as paper, but she didn't say any more, but turned around and walked away quickly.

Seeing the girl's disappearing figure quickly disappearing into the mountain mist, Pei Ling nodded slightly, and said to herself, "It's finally quiet..."

Soon, he came to an uninhabited hillside and began to practice swords.

The sword light splashed like sudden snow, and among them, Pei Ling saw again that he sometimes hunted in blue shirt, carried a long sword, and flew above the vast forest, searching for demon cultivators and driving them to extinction; He turned the tide and rescued countless mortal beings; sometimes he gathered his clothes and sat quietly in a secret room, comprehending swordsmanship; Give it all...

One day, he stood up from the secret room, opened the portal formation, and the long wind blew across the mountains of Jianzong, carrying the dampness between the clouds and the unique coldness of Jianzong, and rolled up a corner of indigo blue majesticly. sleeves.

Outside the secret room, several young men and women of different heights knelt on one knee, with respectful gestures, and said in unison: "Welcome Master to leave the gate!"

Pei Ling looked around, nodded slightly, his whole body was introverted, and the surging power in his body was unrestrained. It seemed that picking up the stars, taking the moon, and moving mountains and seas was just a thought, but he had already entered the stage of harmony.

He asked a few questions about everyone's practice, and appointed the oldest male cultivator among them as the leader of his lineage: "I am a teacher on a whim, and I know the opportunity to overcome the catastrophe."

"It's just that there are great opportunities in this trip, but there are also great dangers."

"Arrange future affairs first today. If I don't come back once I leave, you should be self-reliant and self-reliant in the future, and practice hard. Don't fall into my reputation as Wei Duanju!"

The disciples were startled, and they were still waiting to be persuaded, when Pei Ling flicked his robe sleeves, and his body turned into a sword light, and his trace was faint, and he was thousands of miles away.

... In the dazed post station, in the lobby, Pei Ling suddenly came to his senses.

I remembered!

Wei Duanju, he is Wei Duanju of the Cold Dark Sword Sect!