I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

Clang clang clang clang clang clang ...

In an instant, the flying sword and the demonic blade had exchanged thousands of moves in the air.

The sword Qi was unrestrained, and the saber Qi was overbearing and sharp. The blue light in the air nearby had long been shattered. Smoke and clouds swirled, and the sky hung low. Only the sword and saber lights illuminated this section of the river.

At the same time, the sword Xiu that stood on the water formed a sword with his fingers and slashed towards PEI Ling ...

A pitch-black and cold sword Qi whistled as it slashed towards PEI Ling.

PEI Ling also formed a blade with his fingers, and four of his fingers slashed out.

The extremely compressed blood-colored saber Qi slashed toward the sword cultivator like a waterfall.

Clang!

The sword Qi was instantly shattered. The power of the blood-red saber Qi was greatly reduced, but it continued to slash at the swordsman.

The swordsman put two fingers in front of his chest and formed a spell. All the scattered sword essence in this area roared and gathered, forming a huge and awe-inspiring sword array.

Ding ding ding ...

The saber Qi only advanced less than five feet in the sword formation before it collapsed.

The sword cultivator changed his spell. Above the long river and in the void, countless flying swords appeared. They swam like fish and instantly reassembled, turning from defense to attack.

Countless pitch-black sword Qi with a cold and sinister aura shot towards PEI Ling from all directions.

PEI Ling's expression did not change at all. He raised his right hand and slashed down at the sky.

A huge saber Qi roared out and instantly cut a crack in the river that the river water couldn't repair for a long time. The evil intent under the river couldn't hide and revealed all kinds of true faces.

With a shrill cry, countless souls of the deceased quickly swam in the air, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, forming a large net.

[ dark void slash ]!

More than half of the dense flying swords were instantly annihilated. The entire sword formation was like a river that was cut in half. All the sword Qi that shot towards PEI Ling also dissipated without a trace.

PEI Ling stood on the deck of the black-awning boat, his voice cold, evil, and Grand."Curse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the swordsman's body began to rot. In the wounds, pus gurgled and sinister human faces filled with hatred grew.

"Hehe ... Hehehe ... Hehe ..."

A sharp, ear-piercing giggle sounded. All the faces opened their mouths and laughed.

The sword Xiu did not care about the injuries on his body at all. His figure moved and like a ghost, he instantly rushed in front of PEI Ling. Using his finger as a sword, he directly pierced the space between PEI Ling's brows!

In PEI Ling's eyes, runes rose and interweaved in a strange and bizarre manner. [ eternal curse divine power ]!

[ the 'law' of oblivion ]!

The sword Xiu's aura dropped rapidly, but his body did not stop at all. The sword Qi between his fingers continued to stab at PEI Ling, not affected by the 'method of oblivion' at all!

Clang!

PEI Ling's four fingers were like knives, cutting apart the sword Qi that the sword cultivator stabbed over.

His entire body was instantly filled with a substantial darkness, like ink in clear water, spreading rapidly and completely engulfing the sword cultivator in an instant ...

After a long while, the [ netherworld fog ] was retracted bit by bit. The darkness faded, and under the pale sunlight, PEI Ling's figure was revealed. He stood in the air, holding the sword cultivator's head in his hand. Not far away, a headless corpse slowly fell and sank to the bottom of the river.

"Swish!"

A sorrowful cry of the qingyue sword resounded through the sky. The pitch-black flying sword fell. The Natal flying sword had gone through life and death with its master. At this moment, the sharp flying sword lost its spiritual vigor and returned to ordinary metal, sinking into the water with the sword cultivator's corpse.

At the same time, a long blade that was like the stars in the night sky arrived. It was the return of the nine souls saber and it was suspended in front of PEI Ling.

PEI Ling turned around and looked at the head in his hand quietly.

This sword cultivator from the Arctic Dragon Sword sect had already lost his mind and was only fighting based on his instincts.

As such, his [ art of oblivion ] was completely useless against him, as he didn't remember anything about him ...

As he was thinking, the head in his hand suddenly turned into a cloud of gray smoke and entered his palm.

In an instant, an obsession with the sword, a hatred for the living in the world, a desire to kill ... Surged out like a burst of water, roaring and pouring into PEI Ling's mind.

PEI Ling's expression twisted, and after a long while, he slowly came back to his senses.

His expression became extremely serious. It was a destiny again!

However, this sword cultivator from the Arctic Dragon Sword sect had already lost his mind. The other party's fate was extremely chaotic. All sorts of hatred, obsessions, and killing emotions were mixed together. It was even more complicated and chaotic than Gu Chuzi and the cultivators of the reincarnation tower.

Just as he was in deep thought, PEI Ling suddenly raised his head and saw that the scenery around him was changing. The originally dusky sky had suddenly brightened.

The river water under his feet had turned from muddy yellow to a Jade-like green.

At the bottom of the water, white shadows flew and gathered. Their chiffon dresses fluttered like fins, and they were as agile as a person.

"Whoosh!"

As the water splashed in all directions, a white shadow suddenly emerged from the water. It was a young woman with an enchanting posture. She was dressed boldly and wore a veil, only revealing a pair of star-like eyes. Her fair skin was glistening with water. The water flowed down her veil and hair. Soon, it slid down her slender neck and into her delicate collarbones.

There was a pink double-petal flower in her collarbones, and below it was the Emerald green River.

Her eyes were refined and she walked gracefully. There seemed to be thousands of spring water in her eyes as she looked at PEI Ling and walked towards him.

As she got closer, her graceful figure also gradually walked out of the water.

Her wet muslin clothes clung tightly to her delicate body, revealing her exquisite figure.ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novelenglish.net . Firᴇ.nᴇt

Behind her, a number of fair and slender beauties in similarly thin clothes emerged from the water like lotuses. They all stuck their heads out of the water and walked towards PEI Ling with swaying figures.

Every one of them had their eyes firmly fixed on PEI Ling as they walked.

It was as if PEI Ling was the love of their lives. In their eyes and hearts, he was the only one. He was everything.

PEI Ling instantly felt a strong sense of longing in the depths of his heart.

"Huala, Huala, Huala ..."

The sound of the water was soft, and the beauties were still approaching him. Every step they took was like the wind lifting a weak Willow or the water lifting a lotus flower. They were indescribably charming and gentle.

They took another step forward, and their veils suddenly fell into the water, revealing their shy, charming, and tender beauty.

Then, her chiffon dress fell powerlessly and floated on the Emerald water.

The beauties were completely unaware of it and continued walking forward. The water current rippled gently, pulling down the muslin clothes bit by bit.

Her Jade-like body and fragrant skin were like the rising moon, revealing inch by inch.

This scene was like a sailor who was sailing in the deep sea and encountered a group of mermaids.

A strong desire to sleep washed over PEI Ling's rationality. An impulse to sink into oblivion with all these beauties without a care surged like a tide.

The muscles in PEI Ling's entire body tensed up, and his blood seemed to boil restlessly.

Seeing that these beauties were getting closer and closer to him, he suppressed all his thoughts and said with great difficulty, " "Curse!"