He Fiqiong said: "Fellow Taoist has already had a battle just now, and his mana has also been consumed."

"I will take another incarnation to send Junior Brother Cheng back to the sect. This battle is just fair."

Pei Ling said very decisively: "I don't need fairness."

Hearing this, He Fiqiong was slightly surprised, but soon understood what he was talking about. Looking at Pei Ling, a hint of admiration flashed through his eyes.

He immediately said: "We can fight first."

"My incarnation will return soon."

"If fellow Taoist can't defeat me now, there's no need to wait for my incarnation to return."

"But if my fellow Taoist can still compete with me after my incarnation comes back, I will do what my fellow Taoist wishes."

Hearing this, Pei Ling frowned slightly, but after thinking seriously for a moment, he nodded and said, "Okay!"

He Fuqiong raised his arm slightly, like a solemn guest: "Please!"

Pei Ling said: "Please!"

As soon as the two people finished speaking, the light and shadow of the sword pierced the sky at the same time!

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Han An Sword Sect.

The huge flying sword stretches across the sky, with undulating mountains and clouds covering it, like a fairy mountain in the clouds.

Countless sword lights rise and fall, across the sky, and the sword intent is vigorous and permeates everywhere.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a brilliant sword light pierced the sky, splitting through the mountains of green trees in an instant. In an instant, it suppressed the sword intent all over the mountain. The brilliance bloomed like the scorching sun. It escaped behind the mountain gate of Jian Sect and headed straight for Wu Jian Abyss.

The clouds and mist are thick, and the sword's intention is soaring into the sky...

At the entrance of Wu Jian Abyss, the Supreme Elder who was guarding this place had just realized something, when he saw the sword light shooting down from the sky, as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, it had already rushed past him and escaped into Wu Jian Abyss.

Deep in the abyss.

The Supreme Elder was suddenly startled, but soon he recognized the aura of the sword light and couldn't help but frown.

"This challenge from the Holy Son of Chongming Sect cannot be underestimated."

"It seems that the sect leader is going to realize Jian Yuan's sword intention..."

Thinking of this, the Supreme Elder sighed immediately, and then continued to guard the entrance of Wu Jianyuan.

There are many swords in the abyss, like the number of sands in the Ganges River, and it looks dark and unclear.

The sword intent dispersed, like gauze-like clouds and shadows, among which figures were sitting, standing, or wandering, all kinds of strange things, but they were all immersed in the countless sword intent here, and no one paid attention to the sword light passing by in the air.

Wu Jianyuan Central.

Five sword shadows are suspended in the air. Under one of them, a sword shadow that looks like a lotus flower, a solitary figure is still sitting down. The sword energy is wrapped around his body, and he is fierce and majestic. His head is lowered, and his neck is as long as a swan. It is obvious that

She is a female nun.

The female cultivator remained motionless, seemingly unaware of her surroundings. The sword intent on her side became more and more intense, like heavy veils falling down one after another, making it blurry and difficult to discern details.

In the silence, five sword shadows floated and sank.

The one in the middle, at some point, has lost half of its sword shape.

At this moment, a sword light from the distance shot out like a thunderous giant, and stopped not far away from the five sword intents.

The sword light turned, and the incarnations of He Fuxun and Cheng Dun appeared.

As soon as Cheng Dun landed on the ground, he coughed violently, blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain, and blood dripped down from his seven orifices.

The cracks all over its body have penetrated into the bones, and in many places, there are even pieces of flesh and blood peeling off, as if it will turn into countless fragments at any time.

He Fuxun's incarnation immediately took action, slashing with his sword, splitting Cheng Dun's body in half in an instant!

Cheng Dun had no power to fight back and fell down.

The next moment, a wisp of weakened soul left the body in an instant, and the [Immortal-Slaying Sword Intent] lost its host. It immediately rose from Cheng Dun's body, gathered in the mid-air, and gradually condensed into a phantom of a broken sword, which was not the same as the sword.

The sword, shadow and energy in the center in the distance blend together as if they are one body.

Guyan

Suddenly, the sword shadow in the center shook slightly, and suddenly let out a sharp sword cry.

The phantom of the broken sword was instantly pulled as if summoned, like a tiger returning to the forest, and flew towards it without hesitation.

Keng!!!

An exciting sound of gold and iron clashing resounded in the air, and the broken sword entered the sword shadow without any hindrance, just like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, with no hindrance between them. Suddenly, the sword shadow returned to its original state, without any damage at all.

At the same time, in the entire Wu Jian Abyss, the vast sword intent soared into the sky, instantly tearing apart the Yunkou Yunshan Mist Sea, pointing straight to the sky!

After a continuous breath, [Immortal Killing Sword Intent] slowly rested and returned to silence.

He Fuqiong's incarnation struck again, raising his hand and striking out with another sword. This sword directly struck Cheng Dun's soul.

At this moment, nearly half of Cheng Dun's soul has been eroded by the [Immortal-Slaying Sword Intent], showing cracks that are the same as those of his physical body.

As the sword energy fell, Cheng Dun instantly let out an extremely painful scream, and the part of his soul that had been eroded was cut into ashes by this sword!

After doing all this, He Fuqiong's incarnation immediately restrained his sword intent, then took out a storage bag and handed it to Cheng Dun's remaining soul, and said in a deep voice: "Next, you will stay here to reshape your body."

"This storage bag contains various materials for reshaping the body."

"As for your crime this time, I will wait until I return to punish you."

Having said that, He Fuqiong's incarnation immediately turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Dun endured the pain of being severely wounded in his soul and immediately said: "Brother, wait!"

He Fuqiong's incarnation stopped, but did not look back.

Cheng Dun quickly added: "Pei Ling is extremely powerful and has treacherous demonic methods. Please bring the ancestral sword and the [Immortal-Slaying Sword Intent] with you, senior brother!"

He Fuqiong's incarnation shook his head and said calmly: "Do you know why you lost this time?"

Cheng Dun looked startled, and then he remembered what Pei Ling had just said to him.

If the opponent's cultivation level is still in the early stage of Hedao, then the battle will be very exciting...

Yes!

If Pei Ling was as good as him, he would definitely win!

Thinking of this, Cheng Dun immediately replied: "My failure is that my cultivation level is not enough, and I am unable to exert the true power of the ancestral sword and [Immortal-Slaying Sword Intent]. If my cultivation level..."

Before he could finish his words, the incarnation of He Fukion shook his head and interrupted in a calm but majestic voice: "You lose because you don't believe in your own sword!"

After saying this, He Fuqiong's incarnation strode away without waiting for Cheng Dun to say anything else.

Buzz!

The Ancestral Sword, which had been silent all this time, flew up from the side of Cheng Dun's body, which had begun to turn into ashes, and fled towards He Fuqiong's incarnation.

Cheng Dun's soul stayed where he was, looking confused and confused, but in his mind, he was constantly thinking about his senior brother's last words...

Lose because you don’t believe in your own sword?

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in his sword, it’s just that he wants to win too much!

At this time, a clear and cold voice suddenly came from not far away: "The sect leader is right."

"I am a swordsman, and my Taoist heart is only about swords."

"Since you have come this far, no matter what, you should not doubt your sword!"

Cheng Dun suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the figure under the lotus sword head that was heavily wrapped in sword intent and sword energy, saluted, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Huan, you have been reshaping your body during this time, but...

I don’t know something.”

"The Holy Son of the Chongming Sect has challenged the Emperor Zhongkui of the Liulu Dynasty, the Lord of Tiecheng of Yanxi City, and the Headmaster of Suzhen Tiancen. He has won three times in three battles. His strength cannot be measured by common sense."

"This fourth challenge is from my Han An Sword Sect."

"Zhengdao has lost three games in a row. In this fourth game, no matter what, we cannot lose again!"

Wrapped in the sword energy that was as rich as substance, Huan Yunzhen slowly opened his bright eyes as cold as autumn water, and asked in a calm voice: "I wonder if you can tell me more about Pei Ling?"
Chapter completed!