Chapter 383 Battle of Pei

"Now that we have a method to obtain the 'circle', can we go looking for the 'circle'?"

"No, it can't be found. It can only wait."

"Wait? Wait until when?"

"I don't know, but it will come."

"Why?"

"Because Kongtong is a famous sword sect in the world, and this dynasty has been included in the 'Thirty-three Sword Masters of the Tang Dynasty'."

"Why do you talk about Dao Qihui?"

cliff.

The morning dew has gone on the autumn grass, and everything is bright and clear.

"How much more can you pay to kill me?" Qu Zhu suddenly spoke in a low voice. He stood quietly under the morning light and looked at the young man sitting cross-legged. Their bodies were equally broken, their cloths were stained with blood, and their sword hilts were stained with blood. It's the same greasy blood.

Pei Ye didn't say a word, just drew his sword and slowly stood up.

"You always remind me of my old self." The old man looked at him, lowered his head and gently rubbed the blade, "So does the girl named Li in Bowang City. By the way, have you not received a reply from her for a while? "

Pei Ye suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the person in front of him, his body stiffened and he clenched the hilt of the sword.

Qu Zhu suddenly drew his sword at this moment.

A white light flashed across a distance of several feet in the blink of an eye, and when the boy's anger had just reached its peak, it was already at his throat.

But the next moment, the mighty cloud spread its wings around Pei Ye, and Liuli struck the snow-white blade with his sword. Qu Zhu's sword only paused for a moment before it completely shattered. Liuli pressed the sword against his chest and was knocked several feet away.

Pei Ye opened [Quail Head] despite the pain in his forehead, even before seeing Qu Zhu arrive. Even if his mind and state continue to be eroded, he will never relax here for a moment. When he sits cross-legged and closes his eyes, he is alert to all possible sneak attacks.

But at this time, Qu Zhu's defeat was much easier than imagined. Whether in Pei Ye's own heart, in the mouths of others, or seen from the side, this enemy had an image as deep as an abyss. Pei Ye was caught off guard at this moment. To his true weakness.

Yes, he attacks the heart first, or this also shows that he has indeed reached his limit.

Liuli exerted its due power forcefully. At a distance of forty miles, its power was still stronger than any other body, and Qu Zhu's power was indeed no longer as terrifying as they imagined.

But why did he still choose to come?

Liuli poured out her attacks wantonly at the torn black robe in the clouds, but this was no longer a cramped room. Qu Zhu had more space to avoid, and injuries no longer occurred so quickly.

However, the suppression was still absolute. Even after the first sword flash, he could not get close to Pei Ye again.

So who will get the pearl for him?

At this moment, Pei Ye felt the huge but cold chill behind him.

Countless calm sounds rang in the morning wind, like the hissing of a snake dragon. Pei Ye suddenly pressed his sword and turned his head. A sword dragon swam up from behind the mountain. It was white and thin, and seemed to dye the entire mountain top with sunlight. Into ice cold.

The old man does not need the [Sword Summoning Chapter] to summon the sword dragon.

In the belly of the mountain, Ming Qitian noticed that Mirror Dragon's "unfulfilled circle" turned out to be here.

The sword dragon suddenly rushed toward Pei Ye, and Liuli in the distance paused for a moment, suddenly falling into a dilemma. After defeating it last time, the sword dragon left. Now if it insists on fighting, who should Liuli deal with?

Nowadays, the young man is too fragile. As long as he misses a move or a half, an irreparable blood mark may appear on his body.

Of course, Pei Ye understood the situation in an instant.

So he pursed his lips and drew the sword, as if the injury on his body did not exist, and said softly in front of these two to three hundred sharp blades: "Don't worry about me."

Qu Zhu had just raised his energy and moved his sword forward when Liuli beside him suddenly pulled out an extremely strong cloud of energy and slashed forward again.

On the other side, the sword dragon poured down on the young man, like a silver waterfall. The black cat had already transformed into a handsome dragon shape, holding the sword to control the fire, and rushed forward before the young man.

The first white light was half a sword position faster and came straight towards him.

It does not carry sword skills, and because it is far away from the center of the formation, its strength is far less than that of its counterparts in the Sword Belly Mountain. However, it is still so powerful that the young man's arms trembled even though he was full of energy. After entering, the arc of [Shan Yu]'s bounce has stopped on the second sword light.

[Qing Ming] was released suddenly, and clashed with the sword forcefully. The white light stopped again, but Pei Ye once again drew back his strength, twisted his wrist to bind it into one, and [Broken Ye Huilan] came out of thin air. When he came out, the young man gave a low shout, and the bright moon arc, which could break gold and jade, chopped down the four sharp blades that came at the same time.

A round of "move energy" is exhausted.

On the Bowang Arena, he and Shang Huaitong fought hard for the space to make moves, because whoever "breathed" first at the back would not be able to continue to take the moves. He won that fight with his agile swordsmanship. Competition, but now it was him who felt suffocated by the swordsmanship.

The continuous sword light, not to mention each one was so strong that it was difficult for him to take advantage of it. Every time he parried, he took a big bite from his "qi". No matter how clever Pei Ye's sword was, he couldn't take it in one breath. More than two hundred swords.

So while there was still room, Hei Chi held his sword and barely blocked a blow for him, and Pei Ye raised his sword again to strike.

But Hei Chi's body was immediately cut with a white sword mark.

Hei Chi's current strength is not as strong as his, and he cannot catch such a sword at all. If he wants to play any role in the sword fight, he can only resist with his body.

Pei Ye never thought that "two hundred" was such a far-reaching number. After several breaths, he only broke about thirty or forty swords. A white light swept across the black dragon's body, and its scales collapsed, and bright red blood flew out.

The black dragon's green eyes did not fluctuate, and it continued to expand the space forward. Pei Ye grabbed it, gritted his teeth and swung his sword, using the blood marks on his thigh to exchange for the next breath.

On the other side, Liuli's moves, which were not fully supported, suddenly loosened up. There was more defense than attack. The pressure on Qu Zhu's body was visibly reduced. Some mysterious lines began to be outlined in the air. Liuli showed some stagnation while moving.

"Don't act on impulse." Hei Chi stepped forward calmly, "I can still block seven or eight swords-when he completely locks Liuli, everything will be over."

Pei Ye pursed his lips and said nothing, just staring at the front. The dense and powerful sword light really made him almost unable to speak.

On the other side, Qu Zhu was indeed calmly implementing his plan to lock Liuli. That was a pattern that had not been seen in the previous two times. Perhaps it could only work at this distance.

It didn't need to be perfect, nor did it take long. Even half a breath would allow him to easily take off the boy's head.

Before that, the first question was whether the boy could survive this sword dragon.

Hei Chi was right. This man had already thought about everything that would happen from the moment he exposed his whereabouts.

The sword light was pouring down like a rainstorm, but in just two breaths, Pei Ye didn't know how many swords he had swung. The power of each sword made his body tremble and he gritted his teeth to hold on.

Behind him, those swords were broken by the strong sword and floated in the air. Even though they were far away from the Five Peaks Lotus Heart, they were slowly reorganizing into sword dragons.

"I'll help you stop it, you go to take care of Liuli first!" Hei Chi said very quickly.

"You get out" Pei Ye suddenly squeezed out a few words from his teeth.

"What?"

"I'll do it myself."

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The boy's hoarse voice was full of determination. Black Chi would not continue to argue at this time - just as the boy would put its suggestions first, it had begun to believe in the boy's persistence. "Okay." Black Chi replied, and the shadow of the Chi flowed out of the sword formation and flew towards the sky where Liuli was.

The overwhelming pressure enveloped the boy in an instant.

Two blood marks suddenly appeared on his body. Without the restraint of Black Chi, the feeling of being in the sea of ​​swords completely descended on him.

This was not a mechanical round, which could allow the boy to break more than ten swords and then suffer a sword wound. When he really took on this airtight pressure, the subtle and hidden flaws in the boy's swordsmanship were infinitely magnified. As a result, the time for each of Pei Ye's "moves" to last became shorter and shorter, and the time for breathing became longer and longer.

But the boy just gritted his teeth and stared, and he remembered every sword that passed through the flaws of his swordsmanship.

The remaining 165 swords were all poured on him alone.

After swallowing the elixir, the wounds on his body had begun to heal, but now they were washed out again. Cruel and deep sword marks were carved on his body, and the boy was almost a bloody man.

But he persisted after all.

And he counted the number of sword dragons - a total of 237 swords.

The boy stood on the ground panting with the sword in his hand, and looked up with some difficulty. Above the sky, the formation was almost formed.

The black dragon used the dragon fire to destroy the formation, but Qu Zhu took the sword of Liuli. A mighty mysterious energy hit his body, and the scales flew and blood fell.

It immediately flew up again, but the process of breaking the formation was interrupted, and there was little dragon fire left.

Pei Ye had no time to help them. On his side, the demon sword that had been broken before had been reorganized into a complete sword flow - only in this form could their attack be completely flawless. And he just took too long.

In fact, even though he was seriously injured, the boy still maintained his extremely exquisite swordsmanship. If he was an enemy standing in front of him, he would have cut his throat countless times.

But they were just snow-cold sword blades. This kind of thing is an absolute nightmare for any Jianghu cultivator. Now that he has lost the protection of Liuli, the boy must face it alone.

The sword dragon only lowered its head and screamed and pounced again. It will never be tired or injured, but Pei Ye's condition is almost precarious.

But he knew that everything depends on himself now.

Under the torn sleeves, the bloody arm was exposed. Pei Ye gritted his teeth and twisted the sword. As the muscle bundle bulged, [Mountain Feather] came forward again.

The silver sharpness submerged him again.

In an instant, blood flew again. Pei Ye struggled to support himself in this waterfall-like wash, trying his best to block every sword blade that could be blocked, and a pair of dead pupils stared hard at the front.

He knew he was about to reach his limit, but

A sword light cut through his left arm, and Pei Ye immediately remembered the flaws of this sword move again and again.

In the sword fights at the limit, he cast his sword skills into a mirror, looking for any part that could not reflect the figure of the flying sword blade on the opposite side, and also gradually saw through the limits of his moves.

After calling out Hei Chi, he has been striving to climb towards this realm.

He didn't know if he could do it, he only knew that he had to do it.

Until the 72nd sword light passed by.

When it brought a blood light from the side, Pei Ye's mind and eyes were full of the sword shadow in front of him, and his body was having to breathe again.

Then suddenly, something was unblocked.

His sword strokes were getting shorter and shorter, and his breathing was getting longer and longer. So at this moment, "breathing" suddenly had no end.

One step up, "movement qi" lost its meaning on the boy's sword. Even though he was already in the quail head, the sword light in front of him suddenly became slow and clear.

When Ming Qitian said that he had entered the "clumsy" realm, he didn't feel anything, but when he entered the "spiritual" realm, the feeling of being reborn was so clear.

Moves are just sword movements again and again, why should there be such obvious cuts between each other?

The remaining 165 swords, the cold light in the sky approached his body and throat.

Pei Ye looked at them, opened his hand and loosened his grip on the hilt again - this was the time he had just fought hard for and used to breathe.

Then the sword rain fell, and Pei Ye's whole body was splashed with flying waves and broken jade. The sword shadows were cold and the thin blades were sharp, but the continuous "ding ding" sound seemed to be connected into a string of crisp jumping beads. The nearly ten-foot-long sword dragon was broken into pieces by the boy's sword.

When the last "ding" sound faded into a long echo, a mirror of dawn light had fallen behind the boy.

But Pei Ye's mood at this moment had nothing to do with the calm and graceful scene. When he slashed the last sword into the ground, he gritted his teeth and twisted his body, staring at the black robe in the air.

Liuli was already stuck in the formation, and Pei Ye didn't even use his mind to mobilize it. He jumped up from behind and stretched out his hand to hold it firmly. His broken body pressed against the black robe before Liuli, and golden dots appeared in his murderous eyes.

Qu Zhu turned his face and seized this opportunity to silently sweep the knife up, but the next moment Liuli roared with a mighty cloud of air, and defeated him with a sword in the boy's hand.

The formation in his hand suddenly collapsed, and Qu Zhu leaned back quickly, but the boy held the sword in the air and almost didn't give way.

Entering the spiritual realm, the powerful mysterious energy in the Liuli Sword was able to exert itself more unstoppably. Pei Ye almost gritted his teeth and pressed the man in front of him to break his sword light with one sword after another. All disadvantages were obscured by the powerful cloud and the old man's weakness.

In the sword light and shadow, Qu Zhu was finally forced to stagger to the ground. The young man gritted his teeth and roared, and pierced his body with a sword, nailing him firmly into the huge rock.

The cloud had actually flowed through his body in an instant, causing the greatest degree of damage and control, but the young man's eyes were red gold and his veins were bulging. He still roared and pressed his most insignificant strength into the sword.

Under the pale golden morning light, the morning breeze blew over the soft grass. The young man pressed against the tattered black robe and nailed him under the tall rock. The two bodies pressed against each other, and the blood mixed together, dripping stickily along the corners of the clothes onto the green grass.

Pei Ye panted heavily, and his pupils had almost completely turned golden.

".Good talent." The broken and blood-soaked mask was slowly raised up close, and the old man squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat, ".Good fighting spirit."

"But you can't survive like this." He stared into the boy's eyes.

It was the first time that Pei Ye looked into his eyes so closely, and he suddenly realized that the expression in his eyes had never been cold and indifferent, but just calm and unruffled.

Suddenly, a kind of deepest panic in his heart surged out infinitely, and the imperial edict in his mind began to riot wildly. Pei Ye's whole body was cold, and his eyes suddenly turned deep into red gold.

"You won." Qu Zhu said softly, "It's a pity that the reward is not paid now."

A fateful tremor rose from the depths of his heart, and Pei Ye was not unfamiliar with this feeling.

The two eyes met, and the world stopped instantly.

A pair of enchanting eyes of a furious and uncontrolled boy; a pair of bright pupils of a calm and indifferent old man.

Everything else faded away quickly, and from behind the old man, a bright jade light spread out. It was the boundless fairy palace, white clouds flowing, and the vast starry sky.

"You know that the last soul-stealing bead is so important, why do I have to face you alone all the time, young man who always creates miracles." Qu Zhu looked at him weakly and hoarsely, "Because between the two of us, I will never be the loser no matter what."