Seeing the scene of rabbits rising and falcons falling in the field, the void outside the Five Color Valley fell silent for a moment, and it took a while for the monks from the four sects who were watching the battle to come back to their senses.

The Sword God is here!

The old man from Jiuyi Mountain said in a deep voice: "The Sword God intervened... Was Cheng Dun defeated just now?"

Although they have been watching the battle from the sidelines, after the [Ming Tian Da Meng] was cast, the specific situation inside was unable to be pryed into.

Moreover, it was different from the last battle between the Iron City Lord in Wuwangze in Yanxi City. In that battle, although the Iron City Lord was also said to be in a dream, his tricks were widely used, blocking his vision and blocking his spiritual perception.

[The Mist of the Underworld] was messed up in pieces, but the real battle process can still be seen roughly.

But this time, the [Midian Mist] was like mercury pouring down the ground, filling the huge five-color valley without leaving any gaps.

Until this moment when the Sword God took action and the sword marks separated the entire battlefield, they saw nothing about the specific process during this period!

Qi Zilang stared at the valley and immediately shook his head: "Unlikely!"

"Even if Cheng Dun is not as strong as Pei Ling, he is holding the ancestral sword and using Wu Jian Yuan's sword intention. There is no way he will be defeated so quickly!"

"The Sword God probably just wanted to save Cheng Dun, so he suddenly intervened."

Queen Liulu's eyes flashed, she nodded slightly, and agreed: "That's right. In this battle, Pei Ling challenges the Sword God, but the one who comes to challenge is Cheng Dun."

"And he also brought the Ancestral Sword and Wu Jianyuan Sword Intent. He probably came without telling the Sword God."

Wen Ren Lingse glanced at Qi Zilang and Queen Liu Gu, but said nothing.

When Pei Ling's cultivation was still in the early stage of He Dao, he was already defeated by the Lord of Iron City and Headmaster Cen. Now that his cultivation has reached the middle stage of He Dao, it is very easy to defeat Cheng Dun.

Fellow Daoist Qi and Queen Liu Yan underestimated Pei Ling...

At this time, in the mid-air in the Five Color Valley, He Fulqiong looked at Pei Ling and suddenly said: "Fellow Daoist Pei, my junior brother has been defeated. This battle is over here, how about that?"

When the Sword God spoke, Dai Chengdun admitted defeat. The old man from Jiuyi Mountain, Su Zhen Tian Qi Zi Lang, and Queen Liu Gu were all shocked!

The faces of the three people were filled with incredible expressions.

How long ago did this battle begin?

Cheng Dun was holding the ancestral sword of the Han An Sword Sect, and he accommodated Wu Jian Yuan's sword intention regardless of life and death. How could he be defeated so quickly?

Just when the monks from the three sects were in shock, Pei Ling said calmly: "The victory has been decided, so naturally it ends here."

While speaking, he was already holding Mo Lilan's hand.

The palms of the two people touched each other, and Mo Lilan instantly turned into a mass of substantial darkness, quickly integrating into his body.

Suddenly, dense dark red lines appeared all over Pei Ling's body, which looked particularly strange.

In a moment, the darkness completely disappeared, the dark red lines on Pei Ling's body gradually disappeared, and his originally declining aura suddenly fully recovered.

Seeing that Pei Ling was so talkative, He Fukion was slightly surprised. Although he had never watched Pei Ling's previous three battles, he had heard about the conduct of this holy son of the Chongming Sect in the past two years.

Legend has it that this holy son was born with a deep demonic nature and was ruthless. He never left a living person alive in his hands, not even his family members or blood relatives.

But when I saw it today, it was completely different from the rumors.

As his mind was spinning, He Fukion said briefly: "Thank you very much."

Grain raft

He immediately turned around and looked at Cheng Dun, "How are you now?"

Cheng Dun's long hair was disheveled, and his originally handsome face was now too miserable to look at. Blood flowed uncontrollably from his seven orifices. The azure robes had been completely dyed, and warm blood dripped down the corners of his sleeves and robes.

Fall into the earth.

His exposed face, neck, and hands all had cracks like when porcelain burned out. What was shocking was that all the cracks were still cracking toward the inside of his body.

In the blood, liquids of other colors gradually mixed and gushed out.

On his blood-stained cheeks, you can already see the dense white bones inside.

[Immortal Killing Sword Intent] is so fierce that it can no longer be contained and is about to burst out of the body!

He Fuqiong's face gradually became serious.

Junior Brother Cheng’s Taoist body cannot be saved!

Now the [Immortal-Slaying Sword Intent] has begun to erode his soul. He is now sending this junior brother back to the sect, first cutting off his physical body, and then cutting off the eroded part of his soul. There is no problem if he wants to save his life, but his soul is incomplete.

, the next step is to reshape the body, and there is no hope of immortality...

No!

Not the path to immortality, but even the cultivation of the Hedao stage is impossible!

At this time, Cheng Dun raised the ancestral sword with his hands stained with blood and bones, and handed it to He Fuqiong little by little, saying in a difficult voice: "Senior...brother...I...violated the sect rules...right now...

...The crime deserves...the reward..."

"This battle... I originally wanted to save my face on my behalf... I didn't expect... but it actually ruined my... Sword Sect's... reputation..."

"My sin is unforgivable... I deserve death..."

"Now return...the ancestral sword...please...senior brother...give me a ride..."

He Fiqiong looked at him and shook his head slightly: "These are all small things, no big deal. Follow me back to the sect first."

As he spoke, he did not take the sword, but raised a finger and tapped it lightly.

Cheng Dun's twelve natal flying swords were immediately pulled, like birds returning to the forest, and turned into a brilliant sword light, all thrown into the sword box behind Cheng Dun.

Watching this scene, Cheng Dun was startled. He was about to say something else, but he saw He Fuqiong's figure flickering, and an incarnation that was exactly the same as him instantly appeared.

The avatar raised his hand and grabbed Cheng Dun's shoulder. Before he could react, the two instantly turned into a sharp sword light and flew away towards the Han An Sword Sect.

It was only then that He Fulqiong slowly turned around, looked at Pei Ling and said, "Make Taoist Pei laugh."

"I originally wanted to be like Emperor Zhongkui, Lord of Tiecheng, and Headmaster Cen, and come back here to challenge me in three days."

"But now, since I have arrived, and since the witnesses from the Liulu Dynasty, Yanxi City, Suzhentian, and Jiuyi Mountain are all present, I can now accept the challenge from my fellow Taoists."

Hearing this, Pei Ling was slightly startled, then frowned and asked, "You don't need the Zongzong Sword?"

At the moment, He Fuqiong directly asked his avatar to bring Cheng Dun and the Sword of Zhenzong back to the Hangan Sword Sect, leaving only one body to challenge him... This reminded him of his duel with the Emperor of the Liuhu Dynasty.

The opponent gave him ten moves first, but he defeated the emperor in that state with nothing!

But I heard He Fuqiong smile slightly and say calmly: "I have only used one sword in my life, and my sword is not the ancestral sword."

Pei Ling still shook his head and said seriously: "You can do it without the ancestral sword, but you have to wait until you return incarnation."
Chapter completed!