"I thought that Tang Pengfei was just a newcomer to the realm of grandmasters, and he had a strength of three thousand catties at most, but now it seems that I underestimated him too much. This kind of strength, at least three years after stepping into the grandmaster, the strength is probably close to five thousand catties. ”

Seeing this scene, Lu Shen couldn't help but exclaim.

He is also a veteran grandmaster, who has stepped into the realm of grandmasters for more than fifteen years, and has been training in the army all year round, with extraordinary eyesight, and he can see Tang Pengfei's strength at a glance.

"Yi Chen is too big, this is to kill himself alive! Originally, there was room for relaxation, but now it's okay, if you completely provoke a genius grandmaster, this battle will probably be endless. ”

Chen Kun looked helpless and sighed deeply.

Yi Chen is also his student, and he is a martial artist who finally appeared.

Now, he has to watch him die under Tang Pengfei's sword.

Died halfway, which makes people sigh!

"Amitabha, the number of lives has its own destiny!" said the Deadwood Zen Master lightly.

No one can imagine how terrifying an angry martial arts master is.

In particular, Tang Pengfei is not a rookie who has just entered the grandmaster, but a kendo genius with profound skills who does not lose to the old grandmaster.

If you completely anger this kind of person, you will undoubtedly kill yourself!

"I practiced martial arts at the age of six, cultivated at the age of eight, and was favored by my master at the age of ten and accepted as a closed disciple. It wasn't until I was fifteen years old that I began to cultivate internal strength, and I realized that my master was the Mad Sword Saint of the Ten Thousand Sword Pool. ”

Blade Master!

Hearing these four words, several veteran grandmasters all turned pale.

That mad sword saint who was once, alone, went straight to the Mobei army, slashed eight thousand armor soldiers with his sword, and only took the head of the Mobei general?

His name, in the martial arts world, is like thunder.

Even in the eyes of many people, it is like a nightmare, like a demon, and it is terrifying!

Because, he has killed more people than many people have seen!

"Now, I am twenty-eight years old, and I have become a kendo master for three years!"

"In the twenty-two years of practicing martial arts, I have yet to kill a single person. Master once said that the moment I became angry and killed someone, that was when I entered the Tao!"

"You should be honored, the first person I killed, it was you!"

Tang Pengfei's voice was constantly rising.

And in his hand, the sword qi of that long sword also spread and grew, vigorously!

"Open the mountain!"

A sword qi more than ten meters long, like a wild dragon's roar, slashed and slashed.

The unparalleled sword qi broke through the sky, rolling waves of qi, bursting out from both sides, and even people dozens of meters away were flying wildly in their clothes, and their long hair was dancing wildly.

This sword, shocking to the world, is purely for killing, and it is so powerful that it makes people palpitate!

"Humph!"

Facing the terrifying sword, Yi Chen snorted coldly and punched lightly.

Slowly, like dealing with a child's play, he helplessly shot back.

"Alas, it's over!"

Lu Shen shook his head and closed his eyes.

Chen Kun clenched his fists, but in the end, he still let go weakly.

Even if he made a move, I am afraid it would be difficult to stop this sword.

Moreover, the Tang family is something he can never afford to offend.

The Dead Wood Zen Master was just reciting Buddhist scriptures, as if he was overtaking Yi Chen in advance.

"The light of fireflies, dare to compete with the bright moon? This kind of waste is really beyond your strength!"

Lin Tiancheng sneered coldly, as if he had seen Yi Chen's death.

Rumble!

The moment his words fell, a bang exploded.

It was the collision of sword qi and fist strength, and the qi waves were rolling, scattering out like a tide.

The sky was full of dust, and it was hard to see.

"After all, he's still too young. ”

Lu Shen didn't look at the result, as if he had been able to guess.

"Yes, one eighteen, one twenty-eight, the difference between the two is a full ten years. If you can give Yichen another ten years, or even five years, maybe the result will be different. ”

Chen Kun sighed, but there was a deep powerlessness in his tone.

No matter how talented Yi Chen is, he is only an eighteen-year-old boy now.

And the Tang Pengfei he faced couldn't help but be extremely talented, and he even worshiped the famous Crazy Sword Saint since he was a child.

"Hmph, a wild species that I don't know where it came from, what can I compare to my son Pengfei. This kind of waste deserves to die!"

Tang Yingde sat on the Taishi's chair and sneered.

What about both civil and military people? What about the prince's companionship? What about the concubine's righteous son?

In a public duel, whether you live or die, even if you are killed, you can only accept your fate and deserve it!

From today onwards, who would dare to provoke the majesty of the Tang family?

Boom!

A figure flew upside down.

Like a rag, it smashed far away and fell heavily to the ground.

The man looked half-dead, exhaling and exhaling, but all he spit out was blood bubbles.

There is more air out, less air intake, and soon there is no movement.

"Hehe, this is dead!"

Tang Yingde stood up, as if he was going to see a wild dog, and kicked lightly twice, turning the man's face over.

Burst!

Moment.

Tang Yingde spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

His face was pale, and his whole body was trembling.

Because, the wild dog that fell to the ground, half-dead.

It's none other than his son - Tang Pengfei!

"Peng, Pengfei!

Tang Yingde hurriedly picked him up, but it was too late.

The face that had been invincible just now was now pale, cold and cold.

Already, turned into a corpse!

He's dead!

Tang Pengfei is dead!

Just one blow, just a moment, fell to the ground like a dead dog.

I can't get up again!

And on his chest, a fist shadow with distinct knuckles, like a soldering iron, deeply imprinted on it.

The terrifying fist force penetrated through his viscera, his spine was broken and shattered, and even his back showed a fist mark!

At this time, even the blind can see it.

Tang Pengfei, the hero of the Tang family, the genius of the Ten Thousand Sword Pool, and the closed disciple of the Crazy Sword Sage, can be regarded as completely dead!

No one expected that it would be Tang Pengfei who lost.

And what everyone didn't expect was that Yi Chen, that eighteen-year-old boy, could actually defeat Tang Pengfei, a genius grandmaster, and even dared to kill him in public.

Even, in front of his father, Tang Yingde, the head of the household, was killed alive!

The sky fell!

Poke out the big basket!

How can such a big thing be good?

Those who understood the situation involuntarily retreated, for fear of getting a little bit of a star, lest they would be affected by the pond fish and be unlucky.

Tang family!

That's the most powerful Tang family in Yujing City!

Now, someone killed the descendants of the Tang family, and in front of Tang Yingde, in front of Tang Yingde, the head of the household book, and beheaded his own son alive.