Chapter 1213 My heart is only a sword! (Second update! Please subscribe!)

A familiar memory suddenly appeared in Pei Ling's mind.

mountain peak!

A bare peak with no grass growing on it, but filled with countless flying swords, stands in the middle of the vast sea of ​​clouds. It is not very tall, but countless swords are intertwined and rising into the sky.

Wearing a simple robe and mango shoes, he walked hard among the solitary peaks.

The texture of the robe was originally very resistant to wear and tear, but now it is covered with sword marks, riddled with holes, and is almost tattered. The flesh and blood under the robe has also been cut with many wounds, dripping with blood. The bamboo crown that bound the hair has long fallen off, and the long hair is disheveled.

, describes being embarrassed, with pain radiating from all over the body.

Every step he took was stained with blood.

Looking back at the bottom of the solitary peak, there is blood flowing in an unknown amount.

Pei Ling felt that he was extremely weak and exhausted. In addition to fatigue and injuries, there were countless long swords on this lonely peak, exuding majestic sword intent, oppressing him, driving him away, and provoking him all the time.

Looking at him...

Every moment, he felt that he had reached his limit and could no longer take the next step. It seemed that he had exhausted all his will and strength before he could take the next step.

Pain, loneliness, despair, cold... Pei Ling quickly fell into a state of silence. He didn't know how long it took before a clear sword cry was like lightning in the dark night, piercing his hazy consciousness.

He raised his hand subconsciously, and a ray of clear light shot out from a distance, like a swimming fish. It circled dexterously around his arm, and with a buzzing sound, it jumped lightly and turned into a brilliance.

, a flying sword as frosty as the moon.

The flying sword was cold and sharp, as if it could cut through the wind and water, breaking through all obstacles, but it was integrated with him, like water and milk - blending together without distinction.

Pei Ling grabbed the hilt of the sword and felt that all the hardships, pains and dangers were like snow meeting the sun, without any weight. His heart felt at ease and joyful as never before.

Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of him changed, and Pei Ling saw again that he was standing in the air with a long sword on his back. Not far away, five monks in white robes and golden crowns were blocking the way in a fan shape.

These monks have sinister and cold auras all over their bodies and are dressed in luxurious attire. At this moment, their eyes are full of greed as they look at the sword behind him: "Of all things born in nature, human beings are the most precious!"

"The breath of this sword spirit is pure and its spirituality is extremely high. Since we met it today, it is suitable for our teaching to use."

"The Han An Sword Sect is rebellious, willing to be humble, and actually using the dignity of the human race, one of the nine major sects in Panya Realm, to live and die with a mere sword spirit. It should be destroyed! It should be destroyed!"

"Kill this sword cultivator and take the sword spirit away!"

"kill!"

The brilliance of the spell bloomed and swept over him in an instant.

"Zheng!"

The flying sword was unsheathed, and with a clear sound, it quickly broke through numerous attacks.

After a while, the sword cultivator's robes were stained with blood and his aura was messy, but his eyes were still piercing, contrasting with the cold light of the returning flying sword.

"Keng!"

The long sword was returned to its sheath, and when he flicked his sleeves, it had already escaped into the sky.

Behind them, five headless corpses were slowly falling down. The sword intent could not be condensed. The gems inlaid on the golden crown flickered several times to no avail. They helplessly dispersed and returned to darkness. The life in the corpses was completely annihilated.

Before Pei Ling could think about it, the surroundings were filled with smoke for a moment, and he saw himself wearing a light robe and a long sword on his back, walking on a steep mountain path.

This peak is located among the mountains. The sea of ​​clouds is vast, spiritual beasts are flying around, mist is meandering like a belt, and the misty layers of forest are becoming more and more like coming out of the dust.

Pei Ling strode forward, followed closely by a girl in a purple jacket and pink skirt, who also carried a long sword on her back.

The girl has a beautiful face, an apricot face and peach cheeks, and a slender but strong figure. When walking on the mountain path, she looks like a deer wandering in the forest. There is an unconcealable excitement in her lightness and grace.

Her head is made of double snails made of blue silk, with a pair of begonia flowers in her hairpin. The red crow pendant beside her ears sways slightly with her steps, as if it was dyed by gems. The girl's cheeks are slightly scarlet, and her lips are red and her teeth are white, and her eyes are white.

With bright eyes, she bit her red lips for a moment, as if to muster up the courage, and asked in a clear voice: "Senior brother, I don't quite understand the swordsmanship taught by Master last time. Can you go to my cave and talk about it?"

As she said that, she tentatively grabbed Pei Ling's clothes.

Pei Ling saw that he was not stopping and said in a calm voice: "Master has a high level of cultivation and is busy with work. He took the time to teach us, but you didn't even take a picture?"

The girl paused for a moment, and then said without confidence: "I... I accidentally damaged my photo."

"Broken?" Pei Ling saw it and immediately frowned, with displeasure in his tone, "Why are you so careless about such an important thing?"

"Senior brother..." The girl grabbed the corners of his clothes with both hands and twisted her delicate body slightly, trying to act coquettishly.

However, the next moment, she was brushed away, and Pei Ling said coldly: "You ruined the photo and showed no regrets. It is so frivolous and insulting to the teacher!"

"Go away and think about it for a month."

"When Master comes out of confinement next time, come forward and report it, and wait for your decision!"

The girl's face froze, and there was a glimmer of water in her eyes: "Senior brother, you..."

"What? You don't accept it?" Pei Linghan shouted, "Our Han An Sword Sect is the holy land of sword cultivators in the world. The fact that you can enter the sect to practice and become the master's disciple is something that countless sword cultivators dream of but cannot achieve due to various reasons!

"

"Not only do you not practice hard and study kendo hard, but you can even damage the photos of Master's lectures. You are so careless and idle. How can you be worthy of the flying sword in your hand, how can you be worthy of the heart of your sword?"

"This is your first offense, so you will be dealt with lightly this time."

"Next time, I will personally throw you to the Sword Evil Valley!"

At this point, when he saw the girl standing still, staring at him blankly, with tears soaking her cheeks, Pei Ling became even more indifferent and said: "If you don't go to the back cliff within ten breaths, your crime will be increased!"

"...The photo is not bad." When the girl heard this, her tears became more and more intense, and her voice choked up, "I...I just...just want to stay with my senior brother for a little longer..."

Pei Ling listened without being moved at all. He stared at the girl with cold eyes and said word by word: "If you bother me with such meaningless things next time, don't blame me for throwing you into the Valley of Sword Evil!

"

The girl opened her mouth slightly and said: "Senior brother, you..."

Her chest heaved violently, and her cheeks, which were originally red with shame, turned pale as paper in an instant. However, she didn't say anything more, but turned around and walked away quickly.

Watching the girl's retreating figure quickly disappearing into the mountains, Pei Ling nodded slightly and said to himself: "It's finally quiet..."

Soon, he came to a deserted hillside and started practicing sword practice.

The sword light splashed like sudden snow, and Pei Ling saw that sometimes he was hunting in blue clothes, carrying a long sword on his back, flying over the vast sea of ​​​​forests, searching for demon cultivators, and driving them to death; sometimes he was flying through the starry night, reversing natural disasters, and falling.

turn the tide, save

He aids countless mortal beings; sometimes he gathers his clothes and sits quietly in a secret room, meditating on swordsmanship; sometimes he sits on a high platform, chatting with many colleagues, and exchanges practice experiences; sometimes he looks stern, and talks to several young disciples, giving advice.

Grant...

One day, he stood up from the secret room and opened the portal formation. The long wind blew through the mountains of Jianzong, bringing with it the moisture in the sea of ​​clouds and the unique coldness of Jianzong, and rolled up a corner of indigo.

Clothes.

Outside the secret room, several young men and women of different heights knelt on one knee with respectful gestures and said in unison: "Welcome Master to come out of seclusion!"

Pei Ling looked around and nodded slightly. The aura around his body was restrained, and the power surging in his body was overwhelming. He could reach for the stars and the moon, and move mountains and seas with just one thought, but he had already entered the stage of harmony.

He lightly interrogated everyone about their practice, and named the eldest male cultivator among them, making him the leader of his lineage: "On a whim, I know where the opportunity to escape the tribulation lies."

"It's just that this trip has great opportunities and great dangers."

"I will arrange my funeral arrangements today. If I leave and never come back, from now on you should be self-reliant and practice diligently. Don't let my reputation, Wei Duanju, be ruined!"

The disciples were startled, but before they could be persuaded, Pei Ling flicked his robe sleeves, and his body transformed into sword light, and suddenly he was nowhere to be found, and he was already thousands of miles away.

...In the dazed inn, in the lobby, Pei Ling suddenly came back to his senses.

Remembered!
Chapter completed!