I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

Sunset ruins.

In the sky, it was clear and blue. Pure white clouds were dense like mountains.

A bird flew past, and the strong wind blew its feathers. Frost condensed its wings, and the vast land under the wings was now radiating with treasure light.

Countless golden stamen and white petals linked together to form a chain, like a prayer flag that stretched and fluttered, covering the entire battlefield.

The smoke and dust below dispersed, and two figures, one mysterious and one colorful, twisted and turned. The cold light flickered like a flower, blooming and withering.

The huge and magnificent Suan ni stood quietly, its colorful tassels flowing with light and its emerald green veins lustrous. Its twenty-five strings moved on their own, emitting clear and melodious music that resounded in all directions.

Cen fangfu's hair was tied up in a colorful dress. The gorgeous clothes fit her delicate body perfectly. She was slender and light. When she moved, she was like a young deer in the forest or a colorful butterfly in the flowers. She was agile and strange. The soft sword in her hand was sometimes straight and sometimes curved, sometimes hanging and sometimes straight. When the blade was in and out, it was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole. It was tricky and unpredictable as it constantly attacked.

PEI Ling retreated continuously, each step leaving a deep footprint on the mud. With the scattering of blood, his black robe had long been torn and tattered, covered with large and small tears. In each tear, one could see the traces of flesh being torn. As blood flowed, his physical strength, energy, and vitality were constantly lost.

He had already thrown out the stone he had picked up earlier. He was unarmed and had no strength to fight back.

Knowing that if this continued, he would definitely lose, PEI Ling instantly made up his mind. Looking at the cold glint in front of him, cen fangpo once again closed in and stabbed his sword towards his chest. He did not Dodge or retreat. Instead, he took a step forward and met the sword, directly charging towards cen fangpo!

Pfft!

The soft sword instantly pierced through his left shoulder, but he didn't care. He immediately seized this critical opportunity and stretched out his arms like a net to embrace the other's body!

Cen fangwo immediately retracted her sword, but the sword had pierced too deep and was stuck in her muscles. She couldn't pull it out for a while, and it was too late to abandon it.

​ In the next moment, PEI Ling's arms were like iron pincers as he hugged her graceful and delicate body. Immediately after, his right leg hooked forward and tripped her legs. He suddenly exerted force from his waist and ruthlessly threw her to the ground!

Cen fangpo's body lost its balance in an instant, and he fell uncontrollably to the ground. However, he was very skilled in martial arts. Even though he had fallen into a trap, he did not panic. The moment he was about to touch the ground, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed PEI Ling's clothes. At the same time, his right leg brushed past PEI Ling's body and was raised above his head. With a side kick, accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, it smashed towards PEI Ling's head.

Bang!

PEI Ling took the kick and his head buzzed. However, his movements were not slow at all. He immediately grabbed cen fangpo's arm and twisted his entire body. His hands, waist, and back exerted force together and he did a shoulder throw!

Bang! Bang!

Cen fangwa suddenly felt the world spin. The sky full of chains and the earth full of smoke and dust flashed in her eyes. Before she could react, she was already heavily smashed to the ground. A long-lost pain instantly spread throughout her body.

Having succeeded in his attack, PEI Ling immediately turned defense into offense. Taking advantage of the fact that the other party had not gotten up yet, he quickly stepped forward and straddled cen fangpo's body. His fists were like hammers, smashing towards her head.

With the situation reversed, cen fangwoo immediately crossed her arms and firmly protected her head, defending against PEI Ling's attack.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang ...

However, PEI Ling had only thrown a few punches when, not far away, the crystal strings rippled like water, and the music changed again.Follow current s on Noᴠelꜰɪre.nᴇt

From the original lively and lively atmosphere, it became impassioned and majestic.

In an instant, cen fangpo's strength increased greatly!

Between the defense of his arms, he suddenly blocked PEI Ling's fists with one hand. His free palm cut horizontally and a sharp hand knife went straight for PEI Ling's neck!

Pa!

PEI Ling's vision instantly turned black and stars appeared in his vision. A strong wave of dizziness came over his head.

Without waiting for him to react, cen fangpo threw another straight punch at PEI Ling's face with the wind.

Bang! Bang!

PEI Ling's entire body fell backward uncontrollably!

However, a soft sword was still stuck in his left shoulder. As soon as he fell to the ground, he felt an intense pain!

PEI Ling suddenly sobered up and was about to get up, but he saw cen fangpo supporting himself with his elbows and twisting his waist. In an instant, he pulled his legs out of PEI Ling's suppression. Then, with his elbows as the center, he turned around. With the help of the rotation, his legs were like the wind, and his left and right knees almost simultaneously slammed into PEI Ling's chest.

Crack, crack, crack ...

PEI Ling felt a sharp pain in his chest. He felt as if many of his ribs had been broken!

In the next moment, a rain of fists immediately landed on his face.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang ...

PEI Ling was beaten black and blue, his mind in a daze.

Cen fangpo took the opportunity to grab the soft sword that was stabbed into his left shoulder. Just as he was about to pull it out, his wrist had just grabbed the hilt of the sword when it suddenly tightened. It was immediately grabbed by PEI Ling!

Cen fangwa's brows furrowed. The body of the heavy-owl sect's Holy Son was really strong!

Any ordinary Dao integration cultivator would have been beaten half to death by her! Not to mention fighting back, it was difficult to even stay awake!

As she thought of this, she threw another punch at PEI Ling's face.

Bang! Bang!

PEI Ling quickly raised his right arm to block the punch. Then, his left hand, which was holding cen fangpo's wrist, suddenly exerted force. He allowed the blood on his left shoulder to flow wildly and twisted it away from the sword hilt with brute force. Then, he grabbed the sword hilt with his right hand and pulled out the soft sword with a Swoosh, completely ignoring the intense pain and shoulder injury!

Shua!

The flexible sword was stained with blood, and the blood light mixed with the cold glint flashed, sweeping towards cen fangpo like a poisonous snake!

Cen fangpo did not expect that PEI Ling would use such a life-risking fighting method several times. She hurriedly leaned back, and a little chill almost brushed past the tip of her nose.

Although he managed to save his life, he was unable to completely avoid the sword. With a "cila" sound, the sword cut open a section of the silk, exposing his crystal-clear shoulder.

It wasn't easy for him to seize the initiative again. PEI Ling didn't dare to pause and slashed at cen fangwa again!

Cen fangpo smacked the ground with one hand and used the force to fly out. Like a swallow, she flew through the air. Once again, she used her ordinary Qinggong to quickly increase the distance between them.

PEI Ling finally stood up again. He was gasping for air, and his robe was in tatters. He was covered in wounds, especially on his left shoulder. Blood was flowing from the wound, and dust was dripping from the corner of his sleeve.

As he looked at the unscathed cen fangfu, he suddenly felt that this battle was even more difficult than challenging Emperor Zhongkui and tie Xionggang!

"Clang clang ..."

At this moment, the ice crystal Kasaya's music changed again. It was like the clouds rising and the snow flying, rising in spirals.

Cen fangpo, whose face had also turned slightly pale, quickly recovered his strength!

Without waiting for PEI Ling to recover more strength, cen fangwo immediately rushed towards PEI Ling.

The soft sword in PEI Ling's hand trembled, and he immediately drew a sharp and profound sword form. The tip of the sword was like a flower branch shaking randomly, or like a shower of lotuses. Thousands of cold glints instantly enveloped cen fangpo's body.

He was using the sword techniques of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect!