Chapter 1373 Dao Heart. (The Third Update! Please Subscribe!)

Looking at the direction in which He Fuqiong's avatar left, Zujian Jianling sighed.

The clan-restraining treasures of the nine sects all have extremely high vision.

They are enshrined in the forbidden area of ​​the sect, and they will only be used when the sect encounters a major crisis.

It is rare to recognize a monk alone as the master.

And the suzerain of this generation of Hanyan Sword Sect is very in line with its conditions for acknowledging the master!

It's a pity that He Fuqiong's eyes are only on the natal sword that has grown up step by step with him...

In addition, the magic cultivator who fought against Cheng Dun just now is actually very good, but the other party used a knife...

While thinking, Ancestral Sword shook slightly, changed direction, returned to the Cold Dark Sword Sect, and headed to Qijian Mountain.

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Valley of Five Colors.

Numerous cracks were cut into the void and the earth. Amid the unbearable shattering sound, the bigger and bigger cracks continued to spread in all directions.

Pei Ling's body was covered with scars, bones were visible, blood was splashed all over his face, and his black shirt was dripping with blood. It looked extremely miserable, but his aura was steadily increasing and he was incomparably strong.

In mid-air, He Fuqiong's cassock fluttered against the wind, like the wings of a raven flying, standing in the air with a flat expression, and a flying sword with a hidden purple meaning and a jade-like texture was suspended beside him, with a clear light like water, shining brightly.

The two sides confronted each other from a distance, and the Qi machine was condensed like a thread, concentrating on each other's whole body.

"Senior Sword God, please!"

"please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Fuqiong didn't hesitate at all. Immediately, with a thought, the flying sword beside him suddenly turned into a clear light with a hint of purple, and slashed towards Pei Ling again.

The long sword pierces through the air, as fast as lightning, its sharpness is unparalleled, it seems that everything is falling apart before the blade, the void is cracked inch by inch, the sound of the sword continues, the cold light has already passed by, it is unstoppable!

Pei Ling suddenly closed his eyes, and said in a flat voice, "Forget!"

The voice fell, like an order.

But this time, the target of the law is no longer He Fuqiong, but himself!

In an instant, Pei Ling forgot all the spells, all supernatural powers, and all methods other than Dao of the Sword, including fairy art!

The sword's edge was like frost and snow, and in the blink of an eye, it had already cut to the point between Pei Ling's eyebrows, and it seemed that the next moment, it was going to come out through the head!

But at this moment, Pei Ling suddenly opened his eyes, with a sharp saber intent in his eyes, burst out suddenly, and the Nine Souls Saber, as gorgeous as a summer day and a moonlit night, immediately slashed out.

At this moment, all his thoughts were focused on this knife.

As if the blood-colored veil-like blood fiend steamed up, the long knife pierced through the air, and countless void fissures were formed instantly, the cold light was as swift as thunder, and the speed was not weaker than He Fuqiong's flying sword!

clang! ! !

The sound of the vast metal and iron is as real as it is, shaking the void, and the layers of ripples continue to spread towards the surroundings in a form visible to the naked eye.

As sparks splashed, the sword slashed fiercely, Pei Ling's arms were as firm as a rock, and he remained motionless.

One sword was useless, the flying sword separated from the Nine Soul Sword in an instant, and then made a turning point in mid-air. After regaining its momentum, it slashed down again.

At the same time, He Fuqiong, who was standing in the air, was slightly surprised, and immediately raised his arm lightly, pointing to the sword, and pointed toward Pei Lingxu.

Thousands of sword auras immediately emerged from He Fuqiong's body, like a raging sea tide, covering the sky and covering the sun. Every sword aura is bitter and cold, exuding a majestic, vast and terrifying sword intent.

The sword energy permeated the sea, like a nine-day river rewinding, and like thunder rolling down, surging down.

The entire Valley of Five Colors was instantly submerged by the ocean of sword energy.

In the valley, Pei Ling held the Jiupo Saber tightly, and the saber intent on his body became more and more intense.

Like the morning sun rising slowly.

He suddenly raised the saber over the top, and then slashed fiercely!

In an instant, Pei Ling's whole demeanor changed suddenly, Cui Wei, majestic, tyrannical, majestic...

Above its head, a huge blood-colored blade is rapidly condensing.

The blood blade is huge and vast, unimaginable, like a land that was born out of thin air, stretching across the sky, covering the sky, swallowing thousands of miles, with the momentum of vast oceans and thousands of mountains rushing.

boom! ! !

Amidst the deafening bang, the huge blood blade fell down like the sky!

When there was no time left, Pei Ling raised his saber again and slashed fiercely.

Next, the third knife, the fourth knife, the fifth knife...

In just a split second, he has already swung thousands of [Zhan Qiong]!

Clang clang clang clang clang...

The terrifying, tyrannical, domineering and fierce saber aura collided with He Fuqiong's flying sword and sword aura without any fancy in an instant.

Amidst the earth-shattering bangs, the saber energy was like glass falling to the ground, shattering one by one;

The jade-like flying sword was also instantly sent flying upside down by several sharp sword auras.

Boom boom boom boom boom...

Scattered saber and sword qi criss-crossed the sky, splashing in all directions, plowing the Five Colors Valley like a plow, like cracks in ravines and mountain streams all over the valley.

Countless ground springs gushed out and gurgled, almost becoming a country.

The valley that was originally flat is now jagged and undulating, and the terrain is beyond recognition.

He Fuqiong's sword energy Wang Yang was completely shattered, but the remaining sword energy continued to cut towards him.

Whoosh!

The jade flying sword pierced through the void in an instant and appeared in He Fuqiong's hand. He lifted the sword from his hand and dropped it, immediately slashing out a cold and terrifying sword energy.

boom! ! !

The sword light splashed like the moonlight after purification, cold and pure, soft as nothing, but irresistible.

All the remaining saber energy that had been cut in front of He Fuqiong's body was wiped out by this sword!

But before He Fuqiong slashed out the second sword, Pei Ling's figure moved, and instantly fled in front of him, without any fancy, directly slashed down!

Without any hesitation, He Fuqiong flew his sword through the air and slashed at Pei Ling fiercely.

clang! ! !

The Nine Soul Saber and He Fuqiong's flying sword slashed fiercely together again.

The terrifying sound waves rippled out again. Above the ground, the mud, sand and stone water, like soft water, followed the impact of the sound waves, forming circles of ripples, layer upon layer, and swayed away into the distance.

Pei Ling was knocked back half a step by Peiran's huge force, and He Fuqiong, who was standing in the air, was directly sent flying.

At this moment, in the Nine Souls Saber, the sword spirit emanated extremely excited emotions, as if instantly refreshed, and the sword intent became more vigorous and intense.

Before He Fuqiong stabilized his figure, Pei Ling stepped out, shuttled through the void, and rushed towards him again!

He Fuqiong competed with him in Taoism, and he and He Fuqiong competed for the bottom line!

Yes, from the very beginning, his sword was no weaker than He Fuqiong's flying sword!

The first time He Fuqiong's flying sword pierced through his chest, he used a method that he no longer remembers!

The second time, he separated his avatar, and wanted to use other methods again, but his natal knife was almost cut off by He Fuqiong's flying sword!

But after that, when he was in danger, he swung his saber continuously to resist, but abnormally blocked the more fierce attack of He Fuqiong's flying sword!

The third time he was no match for He Fuqiong's flying sword was when he found an opportunity with his avatar and formally used other methods...

The last time, the bloody hole on his right shoulder and the hideous wound on his body were all because he used other methods!