Chapter 1374 Open My Way to Immortality with only the Knife in My Hand! (Fourth Update! Please Subscribe!)

Even though his saber can compete with He Fuqiong's flying sword, as long as he uses other means, it will shake his sword skills!

The Dao of the Sword is his major since he joined the Chongming Sect.

When he was using a knife, as long as he had any doubts, He Fuqiong's flying sword could immediately cut through all his defenses!

This is not a battle of swords, but his lack of Dao heart!

But now, Pei Ling voluntarily forgot all means other than the Dao of the Sword, and bet the outcome of this battle, the success or failure of the Immortal Road, and his own path in the Dao of the Sword.

Pure, concise, persistent, unyielding... All dharmas are forgotten, and the truth begins to appear!

With such a flawless mind, what is compared is the real knife and sword!

In addition, I don't know if it was his own illusion, after forgetting many methods, he felt that his knife was obviously faster than before! Stronger than before!

It seemed that many invisible cobweb dust had been wiped away from the Nine Souls Blade in an instant.

The spirit of the sword and the body of the sword are filled with the joy and intimacy of blending with his aura and becoming one.

Even though he has never practiced Dao of the Sword above the Composite Stage until now, but... that's enough!

When his thoughts turned, Pei Ling had already rushed to He Fuqiong, without any hesitation, the Nine Soul Sword slashed down!

Forget all kinds of methods, abandon my supernatural powers, and open my way to immortality with only the knife in my hand!

He Fuqiong didn't have time to recover, and immediately stabbed Pei Ling's eyebrows with a sword, as if to force him back!

Pei Ling didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, and the speed of the Nine Soul Sword's slashing speed increased instead of decreasing!

puff! !

boom! ! !

He Fuqiong fell into the valley like a meteor, the whole ground trembled, and the smoke and dust mixed with mud and water were like rain.

A crow-green cassock with a blood-stained corner fluttered in the air for a few times before falling down weakly, but in the freshly baked deep pit, in the turbid water mixed with mud and sand from the ground spring, a smear of bright red was slowly dissipating.

From the left shoulder to the right abdomen of He Fuqiong, there was a knife mark as deep as the bone, and the blood rushed out!

Pei Ling stepped into the air and stood, with blood dripping down between her brows, running down the bridge of her nose and chin, and sinking into the skirt of her clothes.

The wound between his eyebrows was not deep, it was just a flesh wound, and under the circulation of mana, it healed in no time.

But at the critical moment, his saber was faster than He Fuqiong, and he slashed the opponent first. This sword mark was just a scratch from the flying sword.

He Fuqiong slowly stood up from the pit, with sword intent lingering and transpiring all over his body, almost as real, he raised his eyes that seemed to contain thousands of lightning, and finally looked at Pei Ling with unprecedented seriousness: "I see. "

"Your way is not mixed, but a few fellow practitioners!"

Pei Ling stood in mid-air, but did not continue to make a move, but asked straightforwardly: "When will your avatar arrive?"

He Fuqiong said indifferently: "Here we are."

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Outside the Valley of Five Colors.

void.

The four spectator monks stood in the air, all staring at the scene in the valley.

The fight between Pei Ling and He Fuqiong was really too fast, and with their cultivation base, they couldn't help but hold their breath and concentrate, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

Seeing that Pei Ling was at a disadvantage, the other three people except Wenren Lingse all heaved a sigh of relief, and their expressions relaxed.

Su Zhentian Qi Zilang sighed: "Sword God's sword is stronger than before!"

The old man of Jiuyi Mountain stroked his long beard and smiled slightly: "One sword breaks ten thousand spells, this is the sword of Han'an Sword Sect."

"Or it should be said that this is the sword of the Cold Dark Sword Sect."

Empress Liu Greed nodded, and the pearl hairpin and tassels swayed gently, refracting thousands of pearls, making her look even more graceful. She said softly, "When Daoyou He was young, there was only one peer who could receive his sword."

"Don't talk about the past, but now, the only chance for Pei Ling to win is that immortal technique."

"But He Daoyou's sword is too fast, he has no chance!"

Qi Zilang nodded: "That's right! The Sword God just now didn't use the Ancestral Sword, didn't need to comprehend Jianyuan's sword intent, and thought it was because he was too arrogant, so it turned out that he didn't need it."

"I really didn't expect that after not seeing the sword god for many years, his swordsmanship has improved to such an extent!"

The old man in Jiuyi Mountain smiled slightly, but he was quite emotional in his heart.

He recalled the previous scene in Tianchen Peak. At that time, all the elders believed that the mountain master's strength was comparable to that of the sword god, but the mountain master bluntly said that without foreign objects, he was not as good as the sword god...

At that time, he thought it was the mountain master's self-effacing.

He didn't know the difference until he saw He Fuqiong's sword today...

The Cold Dark Sword Sect has a sword god in charge, so you can really rest easy!

Thinking of this, the old man of Jiuyi Mountain nodded confidently and said: "This battle, the overall situation is settled!"

Both Qi Zilang and Empress Liu Greed nodded in agreement: "He Daoyou is worthy of the name of Sword God!"

"Sword God is worthy of being a Sword God. Sure enough, the sword's heart is clear, and with the frost blade in hand, it is invincible!"

As soon as the words fell, the situation in the Valley of Five Colors suddenly changed.

Pei Ling was already bruised and covered in blood, but he suddenly changed his previous style of play, abandoning all laws and supernatural powers, not even trying celestial arts, and only used that magic knife.

The shadows of swords, lights and swords were like shadows, accompanied by the thunderous sound of cracking the air, spreading across the entire battlefield.

In an instant, Pei Ling not only blocked He Fuqiong's sword, but also turned his defense into an attack, and killed He Fuqiong!

boom! ! !

With a loud noise, He Fuqiong fell heavily to the ground, forcefully smashing the valley out of a big hole.

The faces of the old man in Jiuyi Mountain, Empress Liu Greed, and Su Zhentian Qi Zilang froze for a moment, with shock in their eyes.

Pei Ling's saber is actually stronger than the Sword God's sword? ?

How can this be? !

Wenren Lingse heaved a sigh of relief. The sword god has only used his avatar to fight these years. The strength of the deity is indeed too unexpected.

Fortunately, Pei Ling has stabilized his position, so it should be fine...

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

In a secluded manor far away from the Valley of Five Colors.

In the backyard, the pavilions and pavilions are covered by Yaohua Qicao, and the entire unique mansion is shrouded in a phantom formation, and there are several formations that conceal the atmosphere and conceal the movement to isolate the inside and outside.

In the gazebo, Su Lijing was dressed in a golden crown and sat upright. Behind him stood a group of subordinates in black robes, all of whom were respectful and held their breath.

In the mid-air outside the gazebo, there is a huge mirror floating.

This mirror is in the shape of an ellipse, surrounded by white phalanxes on the edge. On the phalanxes, the runes shine and the Yin Qi diffuses. On the back of the mirror, there are densely packed eyeballs, each eyeball contains rich darkness, coldness, death, resentment...

At this moment, in the mirror surface, there are layers of water ripples, showing the battlefield in the Valley of Five Colors.

The jade flying sword with purple meaning was flying across the sky. Even though Pei Ling used the law, he was still pierced through the chest by the flying sword and splashed blood into the sky, but he was seriously injured on the spot!

Looking at this scene, Su Lijing nodded in satisfaction.

It was right not to make a move last time, Pei Ling is seriously injured now!

In the next battle, even if Pei Ling could turn defeat into victory, he would definitely pay a very heavy price. At that time, he can easily kill the opponent without any effort!

And if He Fuqiong wins...then there's no need for him to do it himself!

Of course, the best result is that both parties die together!

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