Chapter 1372 All Laws in the World Can Be Cut with One Sword! (Second Update! Please Subscribe!)

Pei Ling immediately swung the Nine Soul Saber, the blade pierced through the air, and the sound was like the roar of thousands of ghosts, and he slashed towards the flying sword in a shrill manner.

clang! ! !

The swords slammed together again, sparks splashed like rain, and the void shook like water ripples.

Pei Ling was able to hold a stalemate with He Fuqiong's flying sword just now, but now He Fuqiong is trapped by the law, and the power of the flying sword should have been weaker, but right now, when the swords hit each other, Pei Ling suddenly felt numb, and the Nine Soul Sword Almost got out!

Pei Ling was startled. Although his avatar was separated and his strength was scattered, at this moment, the wound on his chest hadn't healed at all. The blood had already soaked through the entire front, and was still dripping down the sleeves and corners of his robe. Blood stains.

Under the effect of [End Dao Qingxian], his aura is only stronger than before, not weaker!

But now that the knife was cut out, he was actually at a disadvantage!

The purple light was piercing, and the flying sword and the Jiupo Dao split apart at the touch of a touch. They swam in mid-air like a fish, then regained their momentum, and slashed towards Pei Ling again.

The long sword came and went like lightning, flashing in the void, but its speed was faster than before!

In an instant, the entire sky was filled with his vivid phantoms, like thousands of swords hanging in the air.

Pei Ling didn't have time to use other means, and the Nine Soul Saber cut out again.

Clang clang clang clang clang...

In the blink of an eye, the sword clashed no less than a hundred times!

Sparks are flying one after another, splashing like heavy rain; the void is cracked inch by inch, and the cracks are densely covered in this world like spider webs.

Blood flowed from Pei Ling's tiger's mouth, and from the wound on his chest, the blood flow was even worse. The whole body was covered with blood, and a blood pool had already formed in the valley below, but Feijian was gradually blocked.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Lilan finally escaped to a safe place, her ten fingers were like orchids just blooming, and she quickly pinched the magic formula.

Whoosh!

The flying sword came again, Pei Ling switched the Nine Soul Sword from the right hand that had completely lost consciousness to the left hand, and then slashed out again!

clang! ! !

Pei Ling's entire left arm was bleeding, and the cracked wound was ripped apart, but at the critical moment, he hurriedly grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands regardless of the injury, and the Jiupo knife never let go!

In the middle of the sky, the purple light turned around, Senhan faced him, and the flying sword slashed at Pei Ling again!

The long sword pierced through the air, its momentum was fierce, and its sword intent was majestic, like a towering abyss standing tall, faster than a thunderbolt, and it came crashing down with the momentum of Wanjun.

At the same time, He Fuqiong's eyes, which had been half closed, suddenly opened, and a majestic and terrifying sword intent suddenly appeared in the eyes.

He turned his head, looked at Pei Ling's avatar from the air, raised his arm lightly to indicate the sword, and moved a little further away.

"cut!"

A majestic, destructive and powerful sword energy was born out of thin air, and instantly cut Mo Lilan sharply.

Mo Lilan was playing complicated and treacherous formulas one after another, and it only took a few breaths of time before [Dameng of the Underworld] was successfully cast, but this short few breaths was enough to make this incarnation die thousands of times!

The situation took a turn for the worse, Pei Ling didn't have any hesitation, and immediately with a thought, Mo Lilan immediately stopped casting [Dream of the Underworld] and quickly fled to the main body.

The avatar escaped to the side of Pei Ling's body, and directly stuck to his back. Mo Lilan turned into a mass of darkness in an instant and merged into Pei Ling's body.

Holding the saber in both hands, Pei Ling held up the cold blade, and slashed at the flying sword that was coming towards him.

At the same time, his voice was ethereal and calm: "Everyone!"

Immediately, countless huge and sharp giant axes appeared between the sky and the earth, which are exactly replicas of Yanxi Chengzong's treasure [Evil Slaying Axe].

These replicas were as numerous as a sea of ​​smoke, and they slashed at He Fuqiong without any hesitation.

next moment……

clang! ! !

Immediately, the Nine Soul Knife was forcibly shaken away by the flying sword, purple light flashed, blood blossomed, and the flying sword passed through Pei Ling's right shoulder lightly and smoothly.

The sword roar in the sky vibrated, and the sword energy that originally cut towards Mo Lilan followed closely behind, and because of the incarnation integrated into the body, it whizzed past Pei Ling's waist and abdomen.

Blood was splashed like rain.

Standing in the air, Pei Ling has become a blood man. His stern face is covered with blood stains. There is a blood hole on his chest and right shoulder, and there is a deep hole from his left shoulder to his right waist and abdomen. The hideous sword marks on the bones can be seen.

After two sword strikes in a row, Pei Ling stood still, completely motionless. Instead of weakening, his aura continued to rise steadily. His aura soared into the sky, and his cultivation base skyrocketed again. It was from the late stage of Hedao to the peak of Hedao!

The power of [End Dao Qingxian] is getting closer and closer to fairy art!

Pei Ling raised her head slowly, and looked at He Fuqiong who was condescending, and suddenly realized a little bit of understanding in her heart, so...it was so!

Ding ding ding ding...

At this time, the purple light flowed, and the flying sword returned to He Fuqiong's side, sweeping across the sky and the earth with a howl, like a giant whale swimming in the sea, stirring up the wind and waves, and counting all the replicas of the [Evil Slashing Axe] that were slashing towards its master. Chopped!

Seeing that Pei Ling's aura had become extremely terrifying, as if he was about to exceed the level of the Taoist stage, He Fuqiong's face was as calm as water.

His voice was flat: "My lord, practicing the sword is not practicing the law."

"Everything in the world can be cut with just one sword!"

"Your way is too complicated."

"If it weren't for the deep foundation, it wouldn't be able to stop my sword!"

Hearing this, Pei Ling smiled slightly, his voice became hoarse due to the severity of his injuries: "That's not necessarily the case!"

"Exploration, so far."

"Senior Sword God, please!"

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

The huge sword bears mountains and rivers, and the huge land hangs high in the sky, covering the sea of ​​clouds, mountains and mist.

A crow-green figure escaped from the gate of Jianzong Mountain, with hair tied in a bamboo crown, star eyes full of electricity, and a tall and straight posture, without any sword intent escaping from his body, concise and restrained, it is the incarnation of He Fuqiong.

After flying away for a while, he suddenly stopped and stood in the air.

At the next moment, the long sword pierced through the air, followed by a black flying sword with a simple style and a terrifying aura. It was the ancestral sword that should have returned to the top of Qijian Mountain.

Right now, it appeared outside the Han An Sword Sect, hovering beside He Fuqiong's avatar.

He Fuqiong's avatar said calmly: "I don't need to borrow any external force for this battle. I also invite Senior Zujian to return to Qijian Mountain."

From the ancestral sword, an old voice came out: "The demon cultivator just now is very unusual."

"I can help the suzerain."

The avatar of He Fuqiong shook his head slightly: "I already have my own sword, so I don't need to bother senior."

Hearing the suzerain's refusal, the ancestor sword hummed slightly, and said again: "I won't make a move, just go and watch."

The incarnation of He Fuqiong still shook his head, and said calmly: "Then Pei Ling has fought three times before, and the Liugian Dynasty, Yanxi City, and Suzhentian all used the treasures of the Zhenzong."

"As long as the senior is present, even if he doesn't make a move, Pei Ling will also be distracted and on guard, unable to go all out."

"It's very unfair to him."

"In this battle, I am not only winning or losing."

"I also invite the seniors to return to the mountain."

Seeing the suzerain's resolute attitude, Zu Jian suddenly fell silent.

He Fuqiong's incarnation stopped wasting time, and quickly turned into a sword light, and fled towards the Valley of Five Colors.

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