Zhang Heng must not be allowed to grow!

This is the common idea of almost all Zhang Heng's enemies, this is a very normal and reasonable idea, now that he is so strong, in a few years, will it be okay?

Zhao Kunlun had forgotten his promise of defeating Zhang Heng in thirty moves, and at this moment, he took a deep breath, and his face suddenly became cold.

Woohoohoo!

The wind suddenly condensed, and finally turned into a huge tornado, and the terrifying tearing force permeated from it.

"Zhang Heng, no matter what you are capable of, you must die today!"

Zhao Kunlun spurted out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, and the blood was evenly spread on the golden-backed broadsword, the long knife waved, and the tornado spun violently, but it was manipulated by him, hovering behind him.

"It's ......"

Many people were stunned when they saw this scene, Zhao Kunlun still had such a powerful means?

"What do you know?" The Zhao family showed a proud look and said: "In the past, Chen Wudi fought with the old ancestor, and made an agreement that if the old ancestor could take thirty moves, he would pass on a knife technique to him, and the old ancestor was mighty and powerful, and he really took thirty knives, Chen Wushu kept his promise and passed him a knife technique, which is this knife!"

"This is Chen Wudi's sword technique?"

Many Dongzhou people have changed their faces.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, in the martial arts world, Chen Wushu is a myth, a faith, an absolute god of war, everything related to him will be covered with a layer of mystery.

Not to mention the sword technique he personally transmitted, it must be earth-shattering......

Cai Yanzhi bit her lip lightly, her face was slightly pale, and she looked at the thin figure in the air worriedly.

"A knife to the rest!"

Zhao Kunlun's face was hideous, and the moment the golden-backed broadsword was cut out, his spirit and spirit condensed and he threw himself into the long knife.

At the same time, the tornado raging around him dissipated in an instant, and all the power was swallowed by the blade, and the next moment, the sword light emerged, and the whole body was black, about a dozen zhang long, silent, with a dead and violent aura.

Boom!

This breath of dead silence was extremely heavy, and at the moment it appeared, it actually flattened all the buildings specially built by the water and land puja, shattered one by one, collapsed one bell tower after another, and cracked one by one Buddha statues, turning into powder......

"Chen Wu's sword technique?" Zhang Heng's eyes flashed with an inexplicable look, this was the feeling he wanted.

At this moment, it seems that what is in front of him is not Zhao Kunlun, but Chen Wudi, who has never been defeated and has a high status in the Chinese martial arts world.

He put away the Demon Swinging Spear, flipped his palm, and the spirit weapon flying sword appeared in his palm.

Looking at that terrifying pitch-black sword light, Zhang Heng's long sword was raised, but it was a sword that slashed out.

"Eight Desolations are the only one!"

It is still a familiar sword technique, this is a sword technique that Zhang Heng has used countless times in his previous life, at least in the cultivation world, it is first-class, but when he reaches the immortal world, he gradually degenerates into mediocrity.

What are the Eight Desolations?

The meaning of encompassing the four seas and annexing the heart of the eight wildernesses......

The Eight Wilderness refers to the world!

Therefore, the real Eight Desolations are self-seeking, which refers to the only one between heaven and earth!

I have one person and one sword, and I represent the whole heaven and earth!

A sense of pride suddenly rose into the sky!

If the sword of Guixi is the knife of death, when the knife comes out, it destroys everything, then Zhang Heng's sword is full of incomparable arrogance, as if between heaven and earth, nothing can enter my eyes.

When everyone looked up, they saw that arrogant figure.

The sword light appeared, turning into a training across the sky, and an extremely powerful coercion slowly spread.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Someone muttered, and when he looked up at this sword, he felt as if his soul was about to be involved in the sword light.

"Is this his real strength?" Cai Yanzhi's eyes lit up.

Zhang Heng's eyes were indifferent, his palm was lightly clenched, and the sword light in the void actually shook, and then, the whole world trembled, and waves of deafening rumbling sound spread wildly, and some people who were slightly closer were affected by the sound waves, their faces were pale, and they hurriedly retreated.

"This sword ......" Zhao Kunlun looked at Zhang Heng blankly, and a trace of fear suddenly welled up in his eyes.

This sword reminded him of Chen Wudi!

In his memory, it seemed that only Chen Wushu could cast such a sword.

Because he is invincible in the world, has no opponents, is lonely, proud, and only he is worthy of such a transcendent artistic conception!

"How can there be such a sword, how can it be, how can it be ......" Zhao Kunlun suddenly understood at this moment, Zhang Heng no longer needed to grow, he already had the strength to kill him.

From Zhang Heng's body, he saw Chen Wuving's figure, which made him very shocked.

The raving of destroying the four major families sounds like a dream, but now, it seems that the truth is gradually improving!

"I will not allow it!"

The madness in Zhao Kunlun's eyes became more and more intense, and he slapped his palm on his chest, and even spurted out another mouthful of blood.

This blood is golden!

The blood of his life not only has his years of skill, but also his ten years of life!

The moment this mouthful of natal blood spurted out, the jet-black sword light in the firmament, in the shocked eyes of everyone, expanded again, like a black dragon, hanging in the void!

The meaning of death and silence skyrocketed several times, and the strength was lower than that of the Martial Saints, all of them vomited blood, and many people even lay on the ground, as if they were being pressed on their heads, and there was no way to stand up at all.

This kind of power is simply not something that a person of low strength like them can bear!

Whew!

Zhang Heng's clothes were also affected by this terrifying aura and torn into strips of cloth.

He understood that Zhao Kunlun had made a bloody investment, and this was his fateful sword.

"Unfortunately, you still won't be my opponent!"

Zhang Heng looked at Zhao Kunlun and shook his head gently.

In terms of strength, they have a gap, and there is also a gap in sword skills and sword skills.

What about Chen Wudi?

His strength is just the pinnacle of the martial arts world, in the cultivation world, it is actually nothing, no matter how powerful his sword skills are, it is impossible to compare with Zhang Heng's sword skills that dominated the world in the past.

Therefore, Zhang Heng had no reason to be afraid at all, and the spiritual power in his body surged out, urging the sword light to pour down.

Looking at the same way, there seem to be two evil dragons competing for hegemony in the sky, one is a black dragon that exudes a sense of death and silence, and the other is a lonely and wild green dragon, two huge bodies, each occupying half of the sky, and the terrifying power fluctuations have made many people change their faces.

Suddenly, the cyan evil dragon roared out, tearing through the sky, and the sword intent was vertical and horizontal!

And the black dragon, not to be outdone, is full of sword light, devouring everything.

Rumble!

Under the nervous gaze of everyone, the swords collided, and at this moment, all the sounds between heaven and earth completely dissipated, and even time seemed to slow down.

The blue and black light, like a beast, is constantly fighting, and the indescribable power fluctuations of the rage come out from time to time, making people's scalps tingle!

It's an amazing shopping drive!

"What the hell will happen?"

Everyone held their breath.

After ten breaths, the entangled light finally decided the winner.

Qingguang Dasheng, the evil dragon opened his mouth, directly swallowed the black light, and surged out, the sword light was raging, and the terrifying power instantly blasted Zhao Kunlun dozens of meters away!

He vomited blood, unable to control his body, at this moment it seemed to be twenty years old, and his hair, which was originally gray, had become completely snow-white!

That's the price of life!

"Zhao Kunlun is defeated?"

A question mark appears in the minds of many people.

Zhao Kunlun held a long knife, half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath, and didn't know if he had any strength left.

"Do you need our help?" someone from the Sun family asked.

"No, well. Some juniors of the Zhao family shook their heads and said: "Maybe the ancestor still has hole cards, he said that he wanted to fight with Zhang Heng." ”

Burst!

Zhao Kunlun spurted out another mouthful of blood, and he looked at his juniors viciously, with anger in his eyes.

"Help, help!"

What's heads-up?

What made a name for itself?

What to teach the juniors?

At this moment, all his thoughts disappeared, and his battle with Zhang Heng was like facing Chen Wuving.

When everyone in the four major families heard this, they were stunned at first, and then they all showed fierce expressions.

In an instant, hundreds of masters moved forward in unison.

"No matter what, Zhang Heng must die today!" ()

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