The voice outside the door immediately said respectfully: "Yes!"

Then, the voice hesitated and said, "There is one more thing."

"The person who sent the letter of war also brought a flying sword on Pei Ling's order."

"This is the natal flying sword of Supreme Elder Wei Duanju. The spirit of the flying sword has been corroded by the death energy, but it has not died..."

He Fuwan was slightly surprised, and then asked: "Did the person who sent the sword say anything?"

The voice outside the door said: "I didn't say anything."

He Fiqiong thought for a while and then said: "I know, you can send it to Xinshangfeng and give it to the Supreme Elder Yan Sichun."

The voice outside the door responded: "Yes!"

After a while, the visitor left, and He Fiqiong continued to practice.

※Five Color Valley.

High above the sky, the huge Dharma boat was suspended quietly, with countless demons and ghosts swimming around the boat quickly, and the Yin Qi was diffused. Not far away, an exquisite embroidered building also stood in the air, with the bead curtain swaying in the strong wind.

The vast valley below is like a vast plain, with five intertwined and vivid colors, and a fishy and sweet smell steaming up in the dead silence.

Inside the Dharma boat, the top cabin.

Pei Ling is occupying the main position, closing his eyes slightly, calming down and nourishing his energy.

The letter of war has been sent to the Han An Sword Sect, and the war is about to begin. However, this period of time is not suitable to continue discussing the Tao with Wenren Lingse.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a strange aura quickly approaching the Five Colors Valley.

Pei Ling immediately opened his eyes. It was Han An Sword Sect's sword intent. It must have come to find him specially.

Pei Ling immediately raised his head and looked in the direction where the aura was coming from. His eyes instantly penetrated all the barriers.

It fell on a long and vigorous figure.

The man's long hair was disheveled, he wore cloud boots, wore a ceremonial robe with a stone and green pine pattern, and carried a sword box on his back. His brows were smooth and handsome, like a solitary pine on the edge of a rock, with the air of a man standing high in the sky.

Its escape speed was extremely fast. One moment it was far outside the Five Color Valley, and the next moment it had escaped into the valley and appeared in front of the Dharma Boat.

Immediately afterwards, a plain, clear voice spread throughout the world in an instant: "Cheng Dun, Han An Sword Sect, before Senior Brother He takes action, he would like to learn the clever move of the Holy Son of Chongming Sect in advance!"

Upon hearing this, Pei Ling moved and immediately appeared on the deck of the Dharma Boat.

At the same time, the beaded curtain of the embroidered building was rolled up, and Wenren's soul also turned into light and stood up in the air.

Pei Ling carefully looked at Cheng Dun in front of him. Although he was a little surprised by the challenge from other sword cultivators from the Hanpai Sword Sect,

But when he challenged Yanxi City and Su Zhentian before, Wenren Lingse and Meng Hongxuan also challenged him in advance.

Therefore, facing the challenge of the Han An Sword Sect sword cultivator at this moment, he was not too surprised. After thinking for a moment, he said calmly: "Okay."

After the words fell, Pei Ling took a step forward and left the Dharma Boat, stopping in the void.

Immediately, a message was sent to Shi Nanzi, "Drive the Dharma boat to a farther place."

Shi Nanzi quickly sent a message and replied: "Yes!"

Immediately afterwards, the runes all over the giant dharma boat lit up brightly, and instantly turned into a huge phantom, quickly escaping into the distance.

At this time, Wenren's voice suddenly sounded in Pei Ling's ears: "Cheng Dun is the great elder of Han An Sword Sect,

He is also the direct younger brother of the same master as the sword god of the Sword Sect."

"The two of them grew up together since childhood and have a deep relationship. After the Sword God took over the position of the sect leader, Cheng Dun has been his deputy."

"Over the years, the Sword God has devoted himself to training, and most of the affairs of Han An Sword Sect have been left to Cheng Dun to take care of them."

"I haven't seen Cheng Dun take action in many years."

"It's a little strange that he suddenly came to challenge you this time."

After hearing these words, Pei Ling's expression remained unchanged. Cheng Dun was not making a sneak attack, but a head-on challenge. No matter what, he could not refuse this battle.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately sent a message: "If Cheng Dun's strength is average, I will show mercy."

Wenren Lingse secretly felt relieved, then looked at Cheng Dun and said, "Fellow Daoist Cheng, why do you suddenly want to challenge Pei Ling?"

Cheng Dun said calmly: "I heard that the Holy Son of the Chongming Sect challenged me as the leader of the five sects of the Righteous Path. He has won three times in three battles. Out of curiosity, I planned to come over and ask for advice."

Wen Ren Lingse felt even more strange. Cheng Dun was not a competitive person, and his strength was not bad, but compared to Zhong Kui Youzhi, Tie Xiong Tuo, and Cen Fangwo, the three masters of the sect, he must have some advantages.

gap.

Zhong Kui Youzhi, Tie Xiong Tuo, and Cen Fangwo all used the magic weapon to suppress the sect, and even used the [Seven Kills to Disaster Disaster Flag], [Lawless Heavenly Seal] and other methods with the sect's background, but in the end they were still defeated by Pei Lingzhi.

hand.

As long as Cheng Dun is not stupid, he will definitely be no match for Pei Ling!

Taking the initiative to challenge this time is always a bit baffling...

At this time, seeing that the Dharma Boat had already fled into the distance, Pei Ling immediately said: "It's time to start."

Cheng Dun said, "Wait a little longer, I have to wait for a few people."

Waiting for someone?

Pei Ling was slightly startled. Suddenly, majestic mountains appeared in the void not far away. The mountains were as dark as black, and the emeralds were like gauze. An old man with white beard and hair strode out. His breath was ethereal, coming out of the dust.

It's the monk from Jiuyi Mountain whom I met before.

After the old man from Jiuyi Mountain appeared, he glanced around and saw Cheng Dun, Wenren Lingse and Pei Ling standing in the sky. There was no other person in sight. He was a little confused. Why did Cheng Dun suddenly invite him to come here just now?

?

Immediately, huge flower branches hung upside down from the sky, and a little bud on the branch grew rapidly and bloomed. Qi Zilang, the Supreme Elder of Suzhen Heaven, slowly stood up from the flower stamens; the phoenix wheel in the sky, the bead curtain shook, and the phoenix crown

Zhai Yi's figure is dignified and elegant, but she is Queen Liu Meng.

When these two people saw Pei Ling and Wenren Lingse and the old man from Jiuyishan who arrived first, they were also puzzled.

But before anyone could say anything, Cheng Dun immediately looked at Pei Ling and said, "That's it."

Pei Ling nodded and said, "Please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, in the sword box behind Cheng Dun, the sword energy suddenly burst out, like a huge qi machine room flowing backward like a waterfall.

Immediately twelve flying swords with dazzling brilliance and freezing coldness flew out.

Each flying sword was as clear as a mirror, with the sword's intention lingering on it and its power so powerful that it slashed at Pei Ling with the force of thunder.

Pei Ling remained motionless and said in a faint voice: "Sleep!"

The Twelve Flying Swords immediately fell silent, the brilliance shrank, the sword body dimmed, and all the sword spirits in the flying swords seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep together.

The sword intent on the flying sword was greatly reduced, its power was dispersed, and its speed dropped sharply. However, in the blink of an eye, it was reduced to twelve iron handles.

Cheng Dun also felt a strong sense of sleepiness coming over his heart, and his eyelids wanted to close uncontrollably... At the critical moment, the shadow of the sword in his eyes grew louder.

Zheng!!

A clear sound of a sword resounded through his ears, like the roar of a dragon in the sky, like a big yellow bell, and in an instant, he suddenly woke up.
Chapter completed!