At this time, a black-robed monk behind him bowed slightly and reported: "My lord, those monsters from the Liuhu Dynasty are on their way."

When Su Lijing heard this, he immediately came to his senses and immediately ordered: "You guys, please step back first."

The subordinates took the order and left.

In Nuo Da Garden, Su Lijing was all alone in an instant.

He picked up the spiritual tea in front of him, took a sip, and nodded slightly...

This time, Pei Ling challenged the Liuhu Dynasty's final Kwai Yuzhi, Yan Xiong Tie Xiong Tuo, Su Zhentian Cen Fangwo, and won three times in three games. He must have a lot of trump cards.

Therefore, considering the seriousness of his subsequent injuries, to be cautious, I naturally sent some Hedao to test it out.

And those demon clans from the Liulu Dynasty are just right!

※※Five Color Valley.

The miasma that originally had all five colors disappeared in the sword fight, and the smoke and dust mixed with water vapor are slowly dying away.

On the devastated valley, He Fiqiong stood proudly, confronting Pei Ling in mid-air.

A section of the hem of the crow green cassock was cut off, and blood flowed from the sharp and smooth wound, slowly soaking the front.

Pei Lingxuan's robe was completely soaked with blood, and the warm liquid dripped from the corner of the robe. However, his momentum continued unabated, and his sword intent was like thousands of mountains, pressing down on the sky.

The long jade sword lingers around He Fuqiong's side. The sword's intent is as sharp as the lonely moon in the frosty sky, hanging high in the quiet night, splashing light and reflecting all things. It is high and lonely, and cold and majestic.

At this moment, outside the Five Color Valley, a figure quickly escaped. Its crow-green robes were fluttering in the wind, its hair was tied up in a bamboo crown, and its eyes were filled with lightning. It was the incarnation of He Fuwan.

The incarnation arrived on the battlefield, and instantly turned into a brilliant sword light, flying through the void, and escaping into the body of He Fiqiong as fast as thunder.

The next moment, He Fuqiong's aura suddenly erupted, and his brilliant sword intent soared into the sky!

Over the entire Five Colors Valley and above the sky, the clouds and smoke disturbed by the sword energy were wiped away in an instant, leaving only a vast blue sky and a clear blue sky.

The devastated valley seemed to feel some irresistible force and was constantly shaking. The land that was originally crisscrossed by sword marks once again rippled like water ripples, and in the blink of an eye it became as flat as a mirror.

But soon, all the sword intent converged towards He Fiqiong's body.

At the snap of his fingers, all the majestic sword intent merged into his natal sword, deep and restrained, without any dispersion.

He Fiqiong immediately flew up, escaped into the air, and looked straight at Pei Ling, facing each other from a distance.

The mountain wind hesitated and did not dare to blow into the valley for a long time.

The two men could not lift their sleeves, and could only hear the ticking of blood stains. He Fuqiong said calmly: "The incarnation has returned."

"I am at my peak now."

"You practice swordsmanship, I am the swordsman!"

"Since it is a sword fight, there is no need for those complicated tricks."

"The greatest truth is simplicity, one move determines victory or defeat!"

At this time, the blood on Pei Ling's body flowed down his arm towards the Nine Soul Sword, and the blood evil wrapped around the blade became more and more vivid.

Tick...tick...

The blood flowed along the blade of the Nine Soul Sword, fell to the tip of the blade, and then dripped little by little.

Feeling the unprecedented excitement of the sword spirit in the natal sword, its fighting spirit was so strong that it almost screamed. The sword spirit rose, vigorous and unstoppable, and the momentum had begun to brew. Pei Ling immediately replied:

"good!"

He Fuqiong nodded slightly, and beside him, the long jade sword rose little by little. Deep in the sword body, the purple intention slowly grew, and gradually came out of his body. All the sword god's sword intention, all his magic power, and all his feelings for the sword.

Enlightenment...all gathered into this flying sword.

The flying sword hangs high in the sky, its purple meaning is strong, and its momentum is majestic. It is like a purple sun in the sky. The sword's meaning is vast and piercing the heaven and earth.

At the same time, Pei Ling let go, and the Nine Soul Saber jumped up, also suspended in the air, its aura rising steadily.

All of Pei Ling's sword intent, all of his magic power, and all of his foundation in the Hedao stage... were poured into the sword.

The long sword is gorgeous, the blade is dotted with fluorescence, like the twinkling stars on a summer night, its power is majestic, the sword's intention is unparalleled, and the blood evil is lingering and spreading, like a torrential sea of ​​blood, following it like a shadow, roaring and roaring.

In the blink of an eye, the sea of ​​​​blood surged up and turned into a huge pillar of air, soaring into the sky!

After accumulating momentum, both of them did not hesitate at all. At the same time, with a thought, they locked the opponent with their swords and swords in an instant.

"cut!"

"cut!"

The next moment, the swords were slashed out at the same time!

boom!!!

In just an instant, the Nine Soul Sword and the Feijian slashed together!

The void shattered instantly, with the sword as the center, and a terrifying force suddenly erupted.

The monks from the four sects who were already standing very far away and stepped into the void outside the Five Colors Valley had no time to react. They were instantly swept away by the overwhelming force. The entire Five Colors Valley seemed to have undergone a huge change. A sea of ​​blood spread across the ocean, wantonly.

The flow disappeared, and the purple light soared into the sky fiercely, rolling like a tide.

The two intertwined and fought, like a huge millstone, grinding the world bit by bit. Countless smoke and dust rolled back into the sky, swirling majesticly, like waterfalls flowing backwards, like towering pillars of air, reaching up to the sky. It was vast and terrifying. The whole valley was filled with chaos and blood.

Sea and purple light are the only two colors.

After a long time, the huge air column like a waterfall flowing backwards finally gradually dissipated, and the full view of the Five Colors Valley was revealed again.

But they saw that the entire valley, together with the surrounding mountains, had disappeared and turned into a black abyss.

In the abyss, the smoke slowly evaporated, obscuring the vision, and it was filled with extremely strong sword intent and sword intention.

At this time, a terrifying and terrifying aura suddenly rose from the bottom of the abyss.

His domineering and brutal, cold and cold Cui Wei is so close to the stage of transcending the tribulation! It is like a vast sea flowing across the sea, and his desire for the sword is almost as real as the water.

At the bottom of the abyss, among the bumpy rock formations, Pei Ling slowly stood up.

He was covered in blood at the moment, and even his black hair was wet with blood. His original appearance was completely covered up, and he looked like a bloody man. The robes on his body had been torn to pieces in the impact just now, and were in ruins.

The Nine Soul Sword was inserted into the rock beside him. It had consumed all its power, and its breath was extremely weak, like a new sprout, but the sword spirit was inside.

But there is a constant sense of excitement.

"Ding dong! If the host [Xianlu Zhengfeng] is successfully detected, the system will give you a [Xianlu Blessing] for free..."

"Ding dong! Han An Sword Sect detected..."

"Ding dong! The system will give you [Xianlu Fuyuan: Han An Sword Sect] for free..."

At this time, the system beep sounded suddenly, and Pei Ling immediately lost control of his body.

In an instant, countless memories of spells, supernatural powers, and magical arts came back to his mind.

He remembered all the methods he had forgotten just now, and also remembered the complete process of this battle!

Before he forgot, he used [Modao Qingxian]!

And after forgetting all means other than the way of the sword, [The End of the Path] still exists, but he himself does not remember it.

Therefore, although he only used the sword technique to compete with He Fuxiong, his opponent had a quasi-immortal technique.

Especially when his injuries became more and more serious, until the last blow, [Mo Dao Qing Xian] burst out with the power of several immortal arts!
Chapter completed!