Chapter 1369 Accept the Challenge Now. (The Third Update! Please Subscribe!)

Seeing the scene of rabbits rising and falling in the arena, the void outside the Valley of Five Colors fell silent for a moment, and it took a while for the monks of the four sects watching the battle to come back to their senses.

Sword God is here!

The old man of Jiuyi Mountain said in a deep voice: "Sword God intervenes... Cheng Dun was defeated just now?"

Although they have been watching the battle from the sidelines, but after the casting of the [Day of the Underworld], there is no way to peep into the specific situation inside.

Moreover, it was different from the last battle of Yanxi City's Hopeless Ze Zhong Tie City Lord. In that battle, although Tie City Lord fell into a big dream, his tricks were wide open, covering the field of vision and blocking the perception of divine sense. [Mist of the Nether Sky] was messed up here and there, but the real battle process can still be seen roughly.

But this time, the [Mist of the Nether Sky] was like mercury pouring down the ground, filling the vast valley of five colors without leaving any gaps.

Until this moment when the sword god made a move, and the sword marks separated the entire battlefield, they didn't see anything about the specific process during this period!

Qi Zilang focused on Gu Zhong, and immediately shook his head: "Impossible!"

"Even if Cheng Dun is not as strong as Pei Ling, but now that he holds the ancestral sword and uses the sword intent of Wu Jianyuan, it is impossible for him to lose so quickly!"

"Sword God probably just wanted to save Cheng Dun, so he intervened suddenly."

Empress Liu Greed's eyes flickered, she nodded slightly, and agreed: "That's right. In this battle, Pei Ling challenged the sword god, but it was Cheng Dun who came to challenge."

"And he also brought the Ancestral Sword and Wu Jianyuan's Sword Intent, and he probably came here without telling the Sword God."

Wenren Lingse glanced at Qi Zilang and Empress Liuda, but did not speak.

When Pei Ling's cultivation was only in the early stages of the Dao, the Lord Tiecheng and the head teacher Cen were already lost. Now that his cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Dao, it is very easy to defeat Cheng Dun.

Fellow Daoist Qi and Empress Liu Greed underestimated Pei Ling...

At this time, in the valley of five colors, in mid-air, He Fuqiong looked at Pei Ling, and suddenly said: "Fellow Daoist Pei, my junior brother has already been defeated, this battle will end here, how about it?"

Hearing the Sword God's opening, he conceded defeat on behalf of Cheng Dun. The old man of Jiuyi Mountain, Suzhentian Qi Zilang, and Empress Liu Greed were all shocked!

The faces of the three of them were full of inconceivable expressions.

How long has this battle just started?

Cheng Dun held the ancestral sword of the Han Anjian Sect, and he tolerated and realized Jianyuan's sword intent regardless of life and death, how could he lose so quickly?

Just when the three cultivators were extremely shocked, Pei Ling said in a flat voice: "The victory and defeat have been decided, so naturally it will end here."

When he spoke, he had already held Mo Lilan's palm.

The palms of the two touched each other, and Mo Lilan instantly turned into a mass of substantial darkness, which quickly merged into her body.

Immediately, dense dark red lines appeared all over Pei Ling's body, which looked very strange.

After a while, the darkness completely disappeared, and the dark red lines on Pei Ling's body also gradually disappeared, and his originally descending aura immediately recovered completely.

Seeing that Pei Ling is so talkative, He Fuqiong was a little surprised. Although he hadn't watched Pei Ling's previous three battles, he had heard about the behavior of this Chong Ming sect's holy son in the past two years.

Legend has it that this holy son was born with a deep demonic nature, ruthless and merciless, and never left a life in his hands, even his siblings and blood relatives.

But when I saw it today, it was completely different from the rumors.

When his thoughts turned, He Fuqiong said briefly: "Thank you."

Immediately turned around and looked at Cheng Dun, "How are you doing now?"

Cheng Dun's long hair was disheveled, and his originally handsome face was horrible at this moment. Blood flowed out of his seven orifices unstoppably. fall into the earth.

Cracks appeared on the exposed face, neck, and hands, like when porcelain was burnt out. What is shocking is that all the cracks are still opening towards the inside of his body.

In the blood, liquids of other colors gradually mixed and gushed out.

On his blood-stained cheeks, bones could already be seen inside.

[Sword Slaying Immortal] Unparalleled fierceness, it has become more and more unbearable, and it is about to break out!

He Fuqiong's complexion gradually became serious.

Junior Brother Cheng's Taoist body must be lost!

Right now [Sword Sword Intent to Slay Immortals] has begun to erode his soul. Now he will send this junior brother back to the sect, cut off his body first, and then cut off the eroded part of his soul. It is no problem to save his life, but his soul is not complete. , the next step is to reshape the physical body, and there is no hope of longevity...

No!

It's not the Dao of Longevity, but it's impossible to even restore the cultivation base of the Dao stage!

At this time, Cheng Dun raised the ancestral sword with his blood-stained hands, which were covered with bones, and handed it to He Fuqiong little by little, and said in a difficult voice: "Master... senior brother... I... violated the rules of the sect... the current ...you deserve it...you deserve it..."

"This battle... I originally wanted to do justice for me...to save my face...I didn't want to...but I fell...Jianzong...fame..."

"My crime is unforgivable... I deserve death..."

"Return... the ancestor sword... please... senior brother... give me a ride..."

He Fuqiong looked at him and shook his head slightly: "These are trivial matters, it's nothing serious, follow me back to the sect first."

As he spoke, he didn't take the sword, but raised a finger and tapped lightly.

Cheng Dun's twelve natal flying swords were immediately drawn, like a bird returning to the forest, turning into a brilliant sword light, and threw them all into the sword box behind Cheng Dun.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Dun was startled, and he was about to say something more, but he saw He Fuqiong's figure flicker, and instantly separated an incarnation that was exactly the same as him.

The avatar raised his hand and grabbed Cheng Dun's shoulder. Before he could react, the two of them instantly turned into a sharp sword light, and flew towards Han An Jianzong.

It wasn't until this time that He Fuqiong turned around slowly, looked at Pei Ling and said, "You made fellow Daoist Pei laugh."

"Originally, I wanted to come here to fight again in three days, just like Emperor Zhongkui, Lord Tiecheng, and Master Cen."

"But now, since I have arrived, and the witnesses of the Liuyuan Dynasty, Yanxi City, Suzhentian, and Jiuyi Mountain are all present, I can now accept the challenge of fellow Taoists."

Hearing this, Pei Ling was startled for a moment, then asked with a frown, "You don't use the Zhenzong Sword?"

Right now, He Fuqiong directly asked the avatar to bring Cheng Dun and Zhenzong's sword back to the Han'an Sword Sect, leaving only the main body to fight with him... This reminded him of the confrontation with the emperor of the Liugai Dynasty at that time.

The opponent gave him ten moves first, but he won the emperor in that state, nothing!

But He Fuqiong smiled slightly and said calmly: "I only use one sword in my life, and my sword is not the ancestor sword."

Pei Ling still shook his head, and said seriously: "You don't need the ancestor sword, but you have to wait for your incarnation to return."

"What I want to challenge is the Sword God in its prime!"