I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

PEI Ling immediately brandished the nine phantoms saber. The blade cut through the air and the sound was like the howls of ten thousand ghosts. In a shrill manner, it slashed towards the flying sword.

Clang!

The blade and the sword collided again, and sparks flew everywhere. The air trembled like water ripples.

PEI Ling was still in a stalemate with he fuqiong\'s flying sword earlier. Now that he fuqiong was trapped by the law, the power of his flying sword should have been even weaker. However, now that the sword and the blade had clashed, PEI Ling suddenly felt a numbing sensation in his palm and the nine souls saber almost slipped out of his hand!

PEI Ling\'s heart jolted in shock. Although he had split his clone and his power had been somewhat dispersed, the wound on his chest had yet to recover. Blood had already soaked through his entire front and was still dripping down the corner of his sleeve.

Under the effect of [ vipralopa stage immortal ], his aura was only stronger than before!

However, with this slash, he was actually at a disadvantage!

The purple light was piercingly cold as the flying sword and the nine souls saber separated upon contact. Like a fish swimming in the water, it turned in mid-air and once again accumulated its power, slashing towards PEI Ling.

The long sword came and went like lightning, flashing through the void, but its speed was even faster than before!

In an instant, the entire sky was filled with his vivid illusionary images, as if ten thousand swords were hanging in the air.

PEI Ling did not have time to use any other techniques as he slashed out with the nine souls saber once again.

Clang clang clang clang clang clang ...

In the blink of an eye, the sword and the saber had clashed more than a hundred times!

Sparks flew everywhere, pouring down like rain. The void cracked inch by inch, and cracks spread like a spider web across the world.

Blood flowed from PEI Ling\'s mouth and the wound on his chest bled even more. His entire body was covered in blood and the valley below had already formed a pool of blood, but it was gradually defending against the flying sword.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, mo minglan finally escaped to a safe position. Her ten fingers were like the blooming of an orchid as she quickly formed a spell.

Whoosh!

The flying sword arrived again. PEI Ling switched the nine souls saber from his numb right hand to his left. Then, he slashed again!

Clang!

PEI Ling\'s entire left arm was bleeding, and the skin and flesh of the torn wound were torn open. However, at the critical moment, he held the hilt of the nine souls saber with both hands, ignoring his injuries!

In mid-air, the purple light turned and the flying sword once again slashed at PEI Ling!

The long sword pointed in the air with a sharp aura and a towering sword intent. It was as deep as the abyss and as high as the mountains, as fast as lightning, and it came crashing down with a momentum of ten thousand units.

At the same time, he fuqiong\'s half-closed eyes suddenly opened. In his eyes, a majestic and terrifying sword intent emerged.

He turned his head and looked at PEI Ling\'s incarnation from a distance. He raised his arm slightly and pointed with his finger as a sword.

"Slash!"

A vast, destructive and powerful sword Qi appeared out of thin air and instantly slashed at mo minglan.

Mo minglan was currently casting a complicated and treacherous magic art. It was only a few breaths \'time before she could successfully cast [ netherworld dream ]. However, this short period of time was enough to kill this clone thousands of times!

As the situation took a turn for the worse, PEI Ling didn\'t hesitate. With a thought, mo minglan immediately stopped casting [ netherworld dream ] and quickly returned to her main body.

The incarnation flew to the side of PEI Ling\'s main body and directly stuck to his back. Mo minglan turned into a ball of darkness and merged into PEI Ling\'s body.

PEI Ling held his blade with both hands and raised it high, slashing at the flying sword that was coming at him.

At the same time, his voice was ethereal and calm. &Quot; "Crowd!"

Countless huge and sharp axes appeared between heaven and earth. They were the replicas of the treasure of Yanxi city, the [ evil-slaying axe ].

These replicas were as vast as the ocean and slashed at he fuqiong without any hesitation.

The next moment ...

Clang!

The nine souls saber was immediately forced away by the flying sword. With a flash of purple light, blood bloomed. The flying sword was light and smooth as it passed through PEI Ling\'s right shoulder.

The sword whistled through the air and the sword Qi that was originally aimed at mo minglan followed closely behind. As the incarnation had merged with the main body, it whizzed past PEI Ling\'s waist.

Fresh blood splattered like rain.

PEI Ling stood in the air, his entire body covered in blood. His cold face was covered in blood, and there were bloody holes on his chest and right shoulder. From his left shoulder to his right waist, there was a hideous sword wound that was so deep that his bones could be seen.

After being struck twice in a row and being riddled with injuries, PEI Ling stood on the spot without moving an inch. Not only did his aura not weaken, it instead rose steadily. His aura soared into the sky and his cultivation level soared again. He was advancing from the late-stage Dao integration realm to the peak of the Dao integration realm!

The power of the [ vipralopa stage immortal ] was getting closer and closer to that of an Immortal Technique!

PEI Ling slowly raised his head and looked at he fuqiong, who was looking down at him. He suddenly realized something. So ... That was what happened!

Ding ding ding ding ding ...

At this moment, the purple light swirled and the flying sword returned to he fuqiong\'s side. Like a giant whale swimming in the ocean, it swept across the sky and ocean, stirring up the wind and waves. All the clones of the evil-slaying axe that were slashing toward its master were completely shattered!

Seeing that PEI Ling\'s aura had become extremely terrifying and was about to exceed the level of the Dao integration stage, he fuqiong\'s expression was as calm as water.

"I cultivate the sword, not Dharma," he said calmly.

"All the techniques in the world can be cut with only one sword!"

"Your DAOs are too complicated."

"If it wasn\'t for his deep foundation, he wouldn\'t be able to block my sword!"

Hearing this, PEI Ling smiled. Due to his heavy injuries, his voice was hoarse."This might not be the case!"

"The test ends here."

"Senior sword God, please!"

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At the Arctic Dragon Sword sect.

The giant sword carried the mountains and rivers, and the pang continent hung high in the sky, hiding the clouds and mountains and the sea of mist. Sword light came and went, making it even more ethereal and full of sword will.

A green-robed figure escaped from the mountain Gate of the sword sect. His hair was tied up with a bamboo crown, and his eyes were filled with lightning. He stood tall and straight, but there was no sword will emanating from his body. It was condensed and restrained. It was he fuqiong\'s incarnation.

After flying for a while, he suddenly stopped and stood in the air.

In the next moment, the long sword broke through the air, followed by a simple-looking jet-black flying sword with a terrifying aura. It was the ancestral sword that was supposed to return to the peak of the sword Mountain.

Now, it appeared outside of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect, hovering beside he fuqiong\'s incarnation.

&Quot; I don\'t need to use any external forces for this battle, " he fuqiong\'s incarnation said calmly. &Quot; senior ancestral sword, please return to sword resting mountain. &Quot;

An old voice came from the ancestral sword, " "That devil cultivator just now was very unusual."

"I can give sect master a hand."

&Quot; No. &Quot; he fuqiong\'s incarnation shook his head slightly. &Quot; I already have my own sword. There\'s no need to trouble senior. &Quot;

Hearing the sect master\'s rejection, the ancestral sword buzzed slightly and said, " "I won\'t do anything, I\'ll just watch."

He fuqiong\'s incarnation still shook his head and said calmly, " "That PEI Ling has already fought three battles. The glazed tile dynasty, Yan Xi city, and su zhentian all used their sect protection treasures."

"As long as senior is present, even if you don\'t make a move, PEI Ling will be distracted and unable to use his full strength."

"This is very unfair to him."

"In this battle, I don\'t just care about winning or losing."

"Please return to the mountain, senior."

Seeing the sect master\'s firm attitude, the ancestral sword fell silent.

He fuqiong\'s incarnation did not waste any more time. He quickly turned into a sword light and flew toward the five color Valley.