Chapter 1368 One Sword. (Second Update! Please Subscribe!)

Cheng Dun looked dazed, this time he specially invited monks from the other four sects of the Righteous Way to watch the battle, just to slay the holy son of the Chongming Sect in front of the entire Righteous Way!

But now, not only is he defeated, but he has not seen many methods used by this holy son of Chongming Sect in the first three battles! Even the magic knife has never been unsheathed!

The opponent hasn't used his full strength yet!

Seeing that there were more and more cracks on Cheng Dun's body, Pei Ling said indifferently: "The Zhenzong Sword of the Hanyan Sword Sect and your sword intent just now are really powerful."

"If my cultivation is still in the early stage of Daoism, this battle should be very exciting."

"I came here to challenge the suzerains of the nine sects to seek the Dao. I only decide victory and defeat, not life and death."

"If you don't have other cards and means, this battle will come to an end."

Hearing this, Cheng Dun suddenly came back to his senses. He looked at the figure exactly like himself standing in front of him, and was about to speak, wanting to fight for another chance to fight the opponent, when suddenly he saw the whole dream, like thin Like paper, it was instantly cut into two halves!

Cheng Dun woke up suddenly, and returned to the present world all at once.

I saw that the entire Valley of Five Colors, and even the entire world, were divided into two worlds by a narrow and narrow sword mark!

An extremely familiar figure from the back appeared in front of him at some unknown time.

"Brother..." Cheng Dun subconsciously shouted.

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

Iron Sword City.

A unique mansion in the north of the city, with a backyard, and an underground secret room.

In the skull lamps on the four walls, the pale bone fire slowly burned, illuminating the space.

The bluestone paved ground is flat and tidy, and in the center is a pool of blood. The pool is filled with fresh blood, and the sweet smell is permeating. At this moment, in the pool of blood, bubbles the size of fists are constantly popping up, rolling slowly, like blood in the water. , hiding some living thing, constantly struggling, wanting to rush out.

By the pool, a tree of bronze-colored spiritual wood stretched its branches and leaves. The leaves on it were faded, and each leaf was full of densely packed eyes, mixed with streaks of bloodshot eyes. It turned occasionally, which was terrifying.

Su Li was dressed in a golden crown and sat down under a tree, his body was lingering with corpse air, and his face became pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

In his eyes, black flames rose, and evil intentions were like a tide. He calmly looked at the blood pool in front of him, and from time to time he used a formula to control the changes in the pool water.

At this moment, the restriction of the secret room was carefully touched, and then, the voice of a subordinate rang in his ears: "My lord, there is news about Pei Ling."

Su Lijing tilted his head slightly, and played two spells, temporarily restraining the living creatures at the bottom of the pool, and immediately ordered: "Come in."

The restriction was opened, and soon, a black-robed monk who described as capable walked in quickly, knelt down on one knee not far away, and said in a deep voice: "My lord, during this time, the subordinates have been using [窅Yuanhua Kongjing monitored Pei Ling's movements, and after finding out that he had entered the Jianzong territory, he headed towards the Valley of Five Colors."

"After it arrived at the Valley of Five Colors, the dharma boat has been hanging above the valley without any movement."

"Not long ago, I saw that Pei Ling had sent a letter of war to the Han An Jianzong. The battle should be three days away."

Su Lijing nodded slightly, "Yuanyuan Huakong Mirror" was refined by him after imitating the "Wanhuaming Mirror" specially used for the Dharma Treasure of the Chongming School and the Supervisory Hall.

[Wanhua Ming He Jing] is the top magic weapon of the Supervision Hall, which claims to be able to peek into Jiu Ming from below, and to explore Jiu Xiao from above. All the affairs of the world can be seen through with one mirror!

And the [Yuan Yuan Hua Kong Jing] he imitated can only monitor one area, but when refining, he added many concealment methods, so, compared to this [Wan Hua Ming He Jing], other Concealment is stronger.

Right now, in order to keep abreast of Pei Ling's movements, he asked his subordinates to secretly spy on the opponent's Fazhou with this mirror.

Thinking of this, Su Lijing said lightly: "Got it."

Seeing that the Lord had no other orders, the black-robed monk retreated and left.

In the secret room, only Su Lijing was left alone. He looked at the pool of blood in front of him and groaned slightly.

The sword god of the Hanyan Sword Sect has been the top talent of the nine sects since he entered the Tao. The name of the sword god is recognized by the nine sects. Among them, the strongest one!

In the last battle against counterfeits, he, the leader of Tianshengjiao, the Great Buddha Order of the Reincarnation Pagoda, and the owner of Wushi Villa all fought against that sword god.

After several fights, Su Lijing, the leader of Tianshengjiao, and the Great Buddha Order of the Reincarnation Pagoda fought to a draw with the Sword God, and none of them noticed any problems.

But after the owner of Wushi Villa fought with the sword god, he bluntly said that the other party was just an incarnation, and the deity did not come to Jiuyi Mountain at all!

The original plan of the Reincarnation Pagoda in the war against counterfeits was to draw all the main forces of the five sects of the counterfeit way to the boundary of Jiuyi Mountain by besieging Jiuyi Mountain and slaughtering the people under its rule. Can kill more creatures.

In the end, because of the sword god sitting in the rear and some other arrangements of the hypocrisy, the battlefield has always been at the boundary of Jiuyi Mountain, and it has not really spread to the other four sects of the hypocrisy...

Therefore, it is the best opportunity for Pei Ling to challenge that sword god this time!

Tiexiong Tuo of Yanxi City used the [Seven Kills Misfortune Banner]; One of the five sword intents!

If Pei Ling can win this battle, it will be a miserable victory!

You have to be ready to shoot at any time...

Thinking of this, Su Lijing stood up and was about to walk out of the secret room when he saw a figure in black robe suddenly appear in the secret room.

It was just that subordinate who had just left and returned. After seeing Su Lijing, he quickly knelt down on one knee and said quickly: "My lord, I just received the news that Cheng Dun, the Great Elder of the Hanyan Sword Sect, , is already fighting Pei Ling!"

Hearing this, Su Lijing's complexion did not change at all.

He has met Cheng Dun, the great elder of the Han'an Sword Sect, many times. This person is quite capable, but even Zhong Kui Youzhi, Tie Xiong Tuo, and Cen Fangwo are not Pei Ling's opponents. This Cheng Dun is just looking for death!

"There is no need to report such trivial matters." Su Lijing said calmly at the moment, "Don't waste my time."

Hearing the words, the black-robed monk hurriedly said again: "Cheng Dun please bring out the ancestral sword of Jianzong Qijian Mountain, and it contains one of Wu Jianyuan's five sword intentions!"

Ancestral Sword?

Wu Jianyuan's sword intent?

Su Lijing was taken aback for a moment, but after he realized it, he didn't say anything, and his figure disappeared from the secret room in an instant.

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

Valley of Five Colors.

The darkness pervading the entire valley slowly dissipated like an ebbing tide, and the [Mist of the Nether Sky] faded away, revealing the true face of this place.

Pei Ling and Mo Lilan stood up in the air with their sleeves flapping.

In the void not far from them stood Cheng Dun, who had countless cracks all over his body, and before him, at some point, there appeared a tall and straight figure, with a bamboo crown and cloud shoes, wearing a crow-green cassock, his eyes were like purple lightning, Gu Pan The room is cold and mighty, and it is shining brightly, as if it can penetrate the whole world.

The two sides faced each other at a distance, separated by a huge sword mark like an abyss.

Pei Ling's attention had already been fully focused on the sword cultivator in the crow green dharma robe, the master of the Han An Sword Sect, the sword god He Fuqiong!

That sword just now... so fast!

Moreover, with only one sword, he split his [Mist of the Underworld] and shattered the fairy technique [Dream of the Underworld]!

The strength of this sword god is stronger than that of Cheng Dun who holds the ancestral sword and has a terrifying sword intent in his body!

Emperor Zhongkui of the Liugai Dynasty, Tiecheng Lord of Yanxi City, Master Cen of Suzhentian...these opponents he had fought hard before were no match for the opponent's sword just now!

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