I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

Even though his saber could compete with he fuqiong\'s flying sword, if he used any other means, it would shake his own saber Dao!

Saber Dao had been his main cultivation since he entered the heavy ocean sect.

When he was using his saber, he fuqiong\'s flying sword would immediately break through all his defenses if he had any doubts!

This wasn\'t a battle between swords, but a flaw in his Dao heart!

But now, PEI Ling had taken the initiative to forget all methods other than the blade Dao. He had placed the victory and defeat of this battle, the success and failure of the immortal path, and his own Dao path into the blade Dao.

Pure, condensed, determined, unyielding ... All the laws were forgotten, and the truth was revealed!

With such a flawless Dao heart, only then would they be competing with a true saber and sword!

In addition, he didn\'t know if it was an illusion, but after forgetting many methods, he felt that his blade was obviously faster than before! It was even stronger than before!

It was as if it had brushed away the many invisible cobweb-like dust on the blade of the nine souls in an instant.

The saber spirit and the saber body were filled with the carefreeness and intimacy of blending and becoming one with his Qi.

Even though he had never cultivated any saber Dao techniques above the Dao integration stage ... That was enough!

As his mind raced, PEI Ling had already rushed in front of he fuqiong. Without any hesitation, he slashed down with the nine souls saber!

I\'ve forgotten all the Dharma, abandoned my divine arts, and opened My Immortal path with the saber in my hand!

He fuqiong could not catch his breath and immediately stabbed his sword at PEI Ling\'s forehead, as if he wanted to force him to retreat!

PEI Ling had no intention of dodging. The nine souls saber\'s speed did not decrease but increased instead!

Pfff!

BOOM!

He fuqiong was like a shooting star that fell into the valley. The entire ground trembled, and the dust and mud mixed together like rain.

A Crow-green robe with a corner stained with blood fluttered in the air several times before it fell powerlessly. In the deep pit that was freshly made, a touch of bright red was slowly spreading in the muddy water of the spring.

From his left shoulder to his right abdomen, he fuqiong had a deep gash that revealed his bones. Blood was gushing out!

PEI Ling stood in the air, fresh blood dripping from his brow, flowing down his nose, chin, and into his clothes.

The wound between his eyebrows was not deep, it was just a flesh wound. Under the circulation of his mana, it healed in a moment.

However, at the crucial moment, his saber was faster than he fuqiong\'s and hit his opponent first. This sword mark was only a scratch on the flying sword.

He fuqiong slowly stood up from the pit, and the sword intent around him was so dense that it almost seemed to be tangible. His eyes, which seemed to contain thousands of lightning bolts, looked up and looked at PEI Ling with an unprecedented seriousness."I see."

"Your DAOs aren\'t mixed, you cultivate several DAOs at the same time!"

PEI Ling stood in mid-air and did not continue to attack. Instead, he asked directly, " "When will your incarnation arrive?"

"We\'re here," he fuqiong said lightly.

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Outside the five color Valley.

In the void.

The cultivators from the four sects stood in the air and looked at the scene in the valley without blinking.

PEI Ling and he fuqiong\'s battle was simply too fast. Even with their cultivation, they could not help but hold their breaths and concentrate, not daring to be distracted.

Seeing that PEI Ling was at a disadvantage, other than Wenren lingse, the other three heaved a sigh of relief, their expressions relaxing.

"The sword God\'s sword is even stronger than before!" Qi zilang sighed.

The elder from the nine luminaries mountain stroked his long beard and smiled. &Quot; "This is the sword of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect."

"Or rather, this is the true sword of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect."

Empress Liu Fei nodded, and the tassels on her pearl hairpin swayed gently, reflecting thousands of Pearl lights and making her look more graceful. She said in a soft voice, " "When fellow Daoist he was young, there was only one person of the same generation who could receive a single sword strike from him."

"Let\'s not talk about the past and just talk about the present. PEI Ling\'s only chance of winning is that celestial technique."

"But fellow Daoist he\'s sword is too fast. He doesn\'t have a chance!"

Qi zilang nodded,"that\'s right!" Sword God didn\'t use the ancestral sword and didn\'t comprehend the sword essence of sword abyss. I thought he was too arrogant, but it turns out he didn\'t need it. "

&Quot; I didn\'t expect that sword God\'s swordsmanship would have advanced to such a level after not seeing him fight for so many years! &Quot;

The elder from the nine luminaries mountain smiled, but he felt rather emotional.

He recalled the scene at the Morning Star Peak. At that time, the group of Grand elders all thought that the mountain chieftain\'s strength could be on par with the sword God, but the mountain chieftain bluntly said that he was inferior to the sword God without using external objects ...

At that time, he had thought that the mountain chieftain was being modest.

It was only when he saw he fuqiong\'s sword today that he realized the difference between them ...

With the God of sword in charge of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect, there was nothing to worry about!

At the thought of this, the elder from nine luminaries mountain nodded confidently. &Quot; "The outcome of this battle has been decided!"

Qi zilang and Empress Liu Fei nodded in agreement, " "Fellow Daoist he is indeed worthy of the title of sword God!"

&Quot; the sword God is indeed the sword God. His sword heart is indeed brilliant. With the Frostblade in hand, he is invincible! &Quot;

As soon as he finished speaking, the situation in the five color Valley changed.

PEI Ling was already covered in wounds and was bathed in blood, but he suddenly changed his previous fighting style. He abandoned all laws and magical powers, and didn\'t even try immortal techniques. He only used that demonic blade.

The glints and shadows of swords and sabers spread across the entire battlefield with thunderous sounds.

In that instant, not only did PEI Ling block he fuqiong\'s sword, but he also turned his defense into an attack and charged towards he fuqiong!

BOOM!

With a loud crash, he fuqiong fell heavily to the ground, creating a large pit in the valley.

The old man from the nine luminaries mountain, Empress Liu Kuang, and Qi zilang were all stunned.

PEI Ling\'s blade was actually stronger than the sword God\'s sword?

How was this possible?

Wenren lingse heaved a sigh of relief. All these years, the sword God had only used his incarnation to fight. The strength of his real body was indeed beyond her expectations.

Fortunately, PEI Ling had already stabilized his position and should be fine ...

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At the Arctic Dragon Sword sect.

In a quiet manor far away from the five colored Valley.

In the backyard, the pavilions and buildings were hidden by the Jade flowers and grass. The entire residence was shrouded in an illusory formation. There were also several layers of formations that concealed aura and movement to isolate the inside from the outside.

Inside the pavilion, su Lijing was dressed in luxurious clothes and a golden crown. He sat upright and still, and a group of black-robed subordinates stood behind him. They were all respectful and held their breaths in concentration.

In the air outside the pavilion, there was a huge mirror.

The mirror was oval in shape, and there were many white finger bones surrounding it. On the finger bones, runes were shining, and Yin Qi was spreading. On the back of the mirror, there were many eyeballs. Each of them contained darkness, coldness, silence, and hatred ...

At this moment, water-like ripples spread out in the mirror, showing the battlefield in the five colored Valley.

The Jade flying sword that contained a purple intent streaked across the vast sky. Even though PEI Ling had used his nomological laws, his chest was still pierced by the flying sword. Fresh blood splattered into the sky, and he was seriously injured on the spot!

Looking at this scene, Su Li Jing nodded his head in satisfaction.

It was right that he did not make a move the last time. PEI Ling was severely injured now!

In the following battle, even if PEI Ling could turn defeat into victory, he would definitely pay a heavy price. At that time, he wouldn\'t need to spend much effort and could easily kill the other party!

And if he fuqiong won ... Then, there was no need for him to do it personally!

Of course, the best outcome would be for both sides to perish together!