Chapter 1370 A Fair Fight. (Fourth Update! Please Subscribe!)

He Fuqiong said: "Fellow Daoist has had a battle just now, and his mana has also been consumed."

"I split an avatar to send Junior Brother Cheng back to the sect. This battle is just fair."

Pei Ling said decisively, "I don't need to be fair."

Hearing this, He Fuqiong was slightly surprised, but soon understood what was going on, and when he looked at Pei Ling, a flash of admiration flashed across his eyes.

Immediately said: "We can fight first."

"My avatar will return soon."

"If Fellow Daoists can't even fight against me now, there is no need to wait for my incarnation to return."

"But if my fellow daoists can still compete with me after my incarnation returns, I will do what you wish."

Hearing this, Pei Ling frowned slightly, but after serious thinking for a moment, she nodded and said, "Okay!"

He Fuqiong lightly raised his arm, like a respectful guest: "Please!"

Pei Ling said, "Please!"

Just as the two of them spoke, the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword pierced the sky at the same time!

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

The huge flying sword spans the sky, and the mountains above it are undulating, surrounded by clouds and fog, like a fairy mountain in the clouds.

Countless sword lights rise and fall during the period, crossing the sky, with vigorous sword intent, permeating everywhere.

hum!

Suddenly, a ray of bright sword light pierced the sky, splitting through numerous emerald green hills in an instant, suppressing the sword intent all over the mountain in an instant, and the brilliance bloomed like the scorching sun. After entering the gate of Jianzong Mountain, it went straight to Wujianyuan.

The clouds and mists were thick, and the sword intent soared into the sky.

At the entrance of Wujianyuan, the elder Taishang who guarded this place just felt something, but saw the sword light shooting down from the sky, as fast as lightning, and in a blink of an eye, he had already rushed past him and escaped into Wujian. Deep in the abyss.

The Supreme Elder was startled, but soon recognized the breath of the sword light, and couldn't help frowning.

"The challenge of the son of Chongming Sect this time should not be underestimated."

"It seems that the suzerain is going to acquire Jianyuan's sword intent..."

Thinking of this, the Supreme Elder immediately sighed, and then continued to guard the entrance of Wu Jianyuan.

There are many sword intentions in the abyss, like the number of sands in the Ganges River, it is dim and unclear.

The sword intent diffused, like gauze-like clouds and shadows, one after another figure sitting or standing or wandering, all strange, but all immersed in the countless sword intents here, no one paid attention to the sword light passing by.

The center of Wu Jianyuan.

Five sword shadows floated in the air, and under one of the sword shadows whose head was like a lotus flower, a solitary figure was still sitting. His whole body was wrapped in sword intent, majestic and majestic. With his head hanging down, his neck was slender like a swan. She is a nun.

The female cultivator remained motionless, as if she was ignorant of her surroundings, and the sword intent on her side became more and more intense, as if heavy veils were falling down one after another, making it blurry and difficult to discern the details.

In the silence, the shadows of the five swords were ups and downs.

The one in the middle lost half of its sword shape at some point.

At this moment, a beam of sword light shot out like a frightened bird in the distance, and stopped not far from the five sword intents.

The sword light turned, and the incarnation of He Fuqiong and Cheng Dun appeared.

As soon as Cheng Dun landed on the ground, he coughed violently, blood gushed out of his mouth like a spring, and blood trickled down from the seven orifices.

The cracks all over his body have penetrated into the bones, and in many places, there are even pieces of flesh and blood peeling off, which seem to be turned into countless pieces at any time.

He Fuqiong's avatar struck out immediately, and with a slash of his sword, Cheng Dun's body was split in half in an instant!

Cheng Dun had no strength to fight back, and fell down in response.

The next moment, a wisp of spirit with weakened aura left the body in an instant, and [Sword Slaying Intent] lost its host, and immediately rose from Cheng Dun's body, gathered in the mid-air, and gradually condensed into a phantom of a broken sword. In the distance, the sword shadow in the middle blends together like one body.

Immediately, the sword shadow in the center shook slightly, and suddenly let out a sharp sword cry.

The phantom of Broken Sword was drawn instantly as if being summoned, like a tiger returning to the forest, it flew towards him without hesitation.

Bang! ! !

An intense clash of gold and iron resounded in the air, and the broken sword entered into the shadow of the sword without hindrance, as if hundreds of rivers entered the sea, with no hindrance between them. Immediately, the shadow of the sword returned to its original state without any damage.

At the same time, in the entire Enlightenment Sword Abyss, a vast sword intent soared into the sky, tearing apart the sea of ​​clouds, mountains and mist at the mouth of the abyss in an instant, and pointing directly at the sky!

After continuing for a breath, [Sword Slaying Immortal Intent] just slowly stopped and returned to silence.

The incarnation of He Fuqiong struck again, and raised his hand to strike another sword. This sword directly struck Cheng Dun's soul.

At this moment, nearly half of Cheng Dun's soul has been eroded by the [Sword Intent to Slay Immortals], showing cracks that are the same as those in his physical body.

When the sword energy fell, Cheng Dun let out a scream of pain in an instant, and the part of his soul that had been eroded was cut into ashes by the sword!

After doing all this, He Fuqiong's avatar immediately restrained his sword intent, then took out a storage bag and handed it to Cheng Dun's remaining soul, and said in a deep voice: "Next, you will stay here to reshape your physical body."

"In this storage pouch, there are various materials for reshaping the physical body."

"As for your crime this time, you will be punished after I return."

Saying that, He Fuqiong's avatar immediately turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Dun endured the pain of being severely wounded, and immediately said: "Brother, wait!"

He Fuqiong's avatar stopped, but he didn't look back.

Cheng Dun hastily said again: "Pei Ling is extremely powerful, and his methods of magic are treacherous. Brother, please bring the ancestral sword and [Sword Intent to Slay Immortals]!"

The incarnation of He Fuqiong shook his head, and said lightly: "Do you know why you lost this time?"

Cheng Dun was taken aback, and immediately remembered what Pei Ling had just said to him.

If the opponent's cultivation base is still in the early stage of the Dao, then the battle will be very exciting...

Yes!

If Pei Lingxiu was like him, he would definitely win!

Thinking of this, Cheng Dun immediately replied: "I was defeated because my cultivation was not enough, and I failed to display the true power of the ancestor sword and [Sword Intent to Slay the Immortal]. If my cultivation..."

Before he could finish speaking, He Fuqiong's avatar could not stop shaking his head, and interrupted in a calm but majestic voice: "You lose because you don't believe in your own sword!"

After finishing speaking, the avatar of He Fuqiong strode away without waiting for Cheng Dun to say anything else.

hum!

The ancestral sword that had been silent all this time flew up from the side of Cheng Dun's body that had already turned into flying ash, and fled towards He Fuqiong's incarnation.

Cheng Dun's spirit stayed where he was, his expression panicked and dazed, but in his mind, he kept thinking about the last words of his senior brother...

Lost because you didn't believe in your own sword?

He didn't disbelieve in his sword, it's just that he wanted to win too much!

At this time, a cold voice suddenly came from not far away: "The suzerain is right."

"I am a sword cultivator, and my Dao heart is only the sword."

"Since you have made it this far, no matter what, you shouldn't doubt your sword!"

Cheng Dun suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the figure wrapped in sword intent and sword energy under the lotus sword head, saluted, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Huan, you have been reshaping your body all this time, but I don't know something."

"The holy son of Chongmingzong's generation has challenged the Emperor Kui of the Liugai Dynasty, the iron city lord of Yanxi city, and the head teacher of Suzhen Tiancen. He has won three battles and three victories. His strength cannot be judged by common sense."

"This fourth challenge is my Cold Dark Sword Sect."

"Zhengdao has lost three games in a row, and this fourth game, no matter what, can't lose again!"

Wrapped in the thick and substantial sword intent and sword energy, Huan Yunzhen slowly opened a pair of piercing bright eyes, and asked in a calm voice: "Can you tell me more about Pei Ling?"

Cheng Dun nodded: "Okay!"

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