I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

Chapter 1367 Sword God.

Soon, the protective array in the cave was opened, and a cultivator with long hair and a sword on his back strode in.

He wore a pair of cloud boots and a green robe with pine patterns. His eyebrows were bright and his body was long and strong. His sword essence was cold.

After he entered, he bowed in front of the Jade platform and said, " "Senior brother, sorry for disturbing your cultivation."

The cultivator in the crow-green robe looked calm and asked directly, " "What's the matter?"

"I just received news from my subordinates. The spiritual boat of the Zhong gang sect's Holy Son, PEI Ling, has already entered the territory of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect."

PEI Ling ...

The cultivator nodded and said,"In other words, the next person he's going to challenge is me?"

This cultivator was the current sect leader of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect, the God of swords he fuqiong!

"That's right!" The cultivator with the scattered hair replied.

"PEI Ling's first three battles were all like this. I believe that the official challenge will be sent over very soon."

&Quot; I know, " he fuqiong said calmly. &Quot; is there anything else? "

The cultivator with scattered hair was stunned and quickly said, " "Senior brother, PEI Ling defeated the current Emperor of the Zhongkui clan in his first battle with a cultivation base at the Return To Void stage. In the second Battle, city Lord tie used the [ seven kill disaster avoiding flag ] and still lost. In the third Battle, sect master cen used the [ lawless Sky Seal ] but failed ..."

"Although this PEI Ling is a junior of the demon sect, his strength is already extremely powerful."

&Quot; our righteous path has lost three rounds in a row, and our morale has been greatly affected. We can not lose this battle no matter what! &Quot;

He fuqiong's expression was calm. He looked at his Junior Brother and asked, " "You want me to invite the ancestral sword?"

The disheveled cultivator nodded. The ancestral sword was the sect-guarding flying sword of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect. It was powerful and had terrifying offensive power. Yan richeng's [ evil slaying axe ] and su zhentian's [ falling star Suan ni ] were both at the same level!

However, he was afraid that it would not be enough to just use the sect's magical treasure to watch the first three battles of the heavy armor sect's Holy Son!

At the thought of this, the scattered-haired cultivator said, " "And the [ immortal-slaying sword intent ] from sword comprehension abyss!"

He fuqiong smiled. The ancestral sword was the sect-guarding flying sword of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect, and the [ immortal-slaying sword will ] was one of the foundations of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect.

It was rumored that the founder of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect had once cut the Fusang Divine Tree with the [ immortal-slaying sword intent ]!

Right now, his cultivation level was only at the mid-stage Dao integration realm, and his Dao body couldn't withstand the immortal-slaying sword intent. Once he used this sword intent, he would definitely die in the next battle, regardless of whether he won or lost ...

Of course, as the sect leader of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect and a sword cultivator who had been granted the title of sword God by the nine sects, he was not afraid of death.

The junior Brother who had come to speak was also the same!

This suggestion was only to let him win ... Win by any means!

He fuqiong shook his head and said calmly, " "No!"

"I won't use any external power for this battle."

"If I want to win, I have to win fair and square. If I'm going to be defeated, I'll be defeated fair and square."

"I don't know how to use the ancestral sword or the celestial-slaying sword intent."

The disheveled cultivator was taken aback, but he quickly reacted and said, " &Quot; senior brother's strength is indeed stronger than the current Emperor of the Zhongkui family, Iron City Lord, and sect master cen. But this concerns the reputation of the entire righteous path ... &Quot;

Before he could finish, he fuqiong replied indifferently, " "I have made up my mind. You may leave."

The cultivator with long hair furrowed his brows. He saw that his senior brother's expression was calm. Although he didn't seem unhappy, his attitude was very firm. After hesitating for a while, he could only reply unwillingly,"Yes ..."

He lowered his head and left in a hurry.

He fuqiong was left alone in the cave. He looked at his Junior brother's departing figure and slowly shook his head.

Whether it was the ancestral sword or the [ immortal-slaying sword intent ], they were all external forces!

His intrinsic flying sword might not be inferior to the ancestral sword!

One day, his sword intent would be on par with the celestial-slaying sword intent!

Whether it was the prestige of the righteous Dao or the reputation of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect ... No matter what the reason was, borrowing external power was always because they feared the enemy!

How could he win if he cowered before the battle?

The current Emperor of the Zhongkui family of the liuyan Empire lost because he was careless. City Lord tie of Yan Xi city, the one who lost was Dao Xin; Suzhen heaven's sect master cen, the one who lost was the opponent himself ...

In this battle, not only would he not use the ancestral sword and the celestial slaying sword intent, he didn't even know how PEI Ling had won the previous three battles!

Yes, PEI Ling had already won three matches, but he had not seen any of the recordings of those three matches!

What he wanted was an absolutely fair battle!

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At the Arctic Dragon Sword sect.

In the air above the lone Peak, a cultivator with a long beard stood in the air. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was extremely ugly.

He pondered for a moment, then turned into a sword light and entered another mountain not far away. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in his cave.

The cultivator took out a voice transmission talisman and activated it.

A steady voice came from the talisman, " "Fellow Daoist Cheng, what is it?"

"PEI Ling has already entered the territory of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect. The next person he will challenge is my senior brother!" The disheveled cultivator, Cheng Dun, quickly said.

The voice from the voice transmission talisman paused for a moment before saying,"I understand. I will immediately inform the mountain chieftain of this matter."

"The Arctic Dragon Sword sect will definitely do our best in this battle," Cheng Dun added.

"After you inform the mountain chieftain, please come to the territory of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect to watch the battle."

The voice in the talisman quickly replied, " "Alright!"

The faint light extinguished, and the voice transmission ended immediately. Cheng Dun took out three voice transmission talismans with different runes and sent voice transmissions to the glaze avaricious dynasty, Yan Xi city, and su zhentian.

After contacting the four sects, he stood up and immediately left the cave dwelling, flying in the direction of the sword.

A moment later, Cheng Dun arrived in front of an extremely majestic mountain that was about ten thousand feet tall.

There were no rocks or plants on this magnificent mountain. It was made of all kinds of flying swords!

Each of the flying swords emitted a vast sword essence as well as an unparalleled sharpness.

This was the sword resting mountain of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect. The sect-guarding flying sword and ancestral sword of the sword sect were located on the peak of this mountain!

Yes!

He was here to retrieve the ancestral sword!

The Zhongyuan sect's Holy Son had extraordinary strength. If senior brother he used the ancestral sword and the celestial-slaying sword intent, he would definitely win this battle!

But if he didn't use it, the one who would lose would definitely be senior brother he!

The righteous path had already lost three rounds, they could not continue to lose!

Since he couldn't convince senior brother he, he would fight on his behalf!

He would first go up the mountain to get the ancestral sword, and then go down to merge with the [ immortal-slaying sword intent ]!

This was against the sect rules, and he would definitely not have a good ending, but ...

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Cheng Dun's expression gradually became determined. He took a step forward, and countless sharp sword intents instantly pressed down on his head. It was as if thousands of sword tips had gathered around his body. As if he didn't feel it, Cheng Dun walked determinedly toward the summit of qijian mountain.