Peng Hanqing picked up the Qinglong Glaive Knife, and his momentum was like a flood beast pressed by the army, slashing at Zhao Fan, but he didn't notice the fleeting black line.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Fan stood in place, didn't move at all, his hanging hands were holding the dragon horn double blades, as if he was shocked, and those who didn't know thought he was frightened!

"Look at Peng Wuzun's knife, it's about to be hit!"

"It's really exciting, I can witness a battle of martial arts in my lifetime, and even if I die now, I have no regrets."

The children of the Ji family turned red with excitement.

"Jiangzhou Wuzun has lost his momentum, and I am afraid that this knife will not be able to dodge." Ji Wufeng's heart hanging in his throat finally fell, and he said with a smile: "After today, Peng Wuzun's long-dormant prestige, with such a brilliant record as the defeat of Jiangzhou Wuzun, will be famous in the Chinese martial arts world!" And the place, in our Ji Mansion, will go down in history together. ”

"What's going on? Peng Wuzun's offensive suddenly stopped abruptly when he was close to Zhao Wuzun's neck? The Great Elder was stunned.

Elder Taishang's pupils were shocked, and he said in a lost voice: "Peng Wuzun, defeated, if it weren't for Zhao Wuzun's mercy, I'm afraid that I would have been in a different place." ”

"What?"

Hearing this, the Ji family looked at the martial arts arena in shock, and instantly petrified in place, because ...... In Peng Wuzun's back heart, a black sword appeared at some point.

The sword was only arm-long, but the tip of the sword pierced Peng Hanqing's back and pierced into it!

Even from such a distance in the air, they all felt palpitations!

"Can anyone explain how the black sword came about?" Ji Wufeng collapsed, he couldn't accept the fact that Peng Wuzun was defeated, firstly, the Ji family's treasury would still be looted, and secondly, it was the patron saint of the demon capital, and it was the faith of all the martial artists in this land!

……

On top of the martial arts arena.

Zhao Fan ignored the purple-black blade that was only three centimeters away from his neck, and there was no smug look in his eyes to win the peak of Wuzun, but calmly looked at the guardian saint of the demon capital: "Senior, I have conceded." ”

Peng Hanqing's expression was extremely complicated, a few seconds ago, he once thought that Jiangzhou Wuzun lacked stamina and had no power to fight back, this knife could lock the victory, and at the same time, because of appreciation, he originally wanted to point it when the blade touched his skin......

But I didn't expect that just when there were three minutes left, when this life would come to a successful end, a sword broke through the air and struck at the heart behind him, the tip of the sword pierced through the clothes, submerged into the flesh, and then stopped at the edge of the heart and suddenly stopped!

The breath of the sword, Peng Hanqing's soles are cold!

If you score one more point, you can destroy his heart!

How precise is that?

Peng Hanqing asked himself if he couldn't do it!

He knew that if he was defeated, the three centimeters between the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and the Jiangzhou Wuzun had become an insurmountable moat!

After a while.

The purple-black broadsword in Peng Hanqing's hand turned into nothing, and he looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, "The technique of flying swords, Zhao Xiaoyou is actually a sword immortal, and it is really hidden." At such an age, he is better than the old man, and the Chinese martial arts world is ...... A new chapter will begin with my fall! ”

The sword immortal has cultivated the sword to the extreme, and it is extremely rare in the martial arts world, but throughout history, every sword immortal is famous in all directions.

This battle, in his mind, is a change between the old martial artist and the new martial artist, and it has nothing to do with life and death!

Zhao Fan withdrew the flying sword, turned into a black line entrance and returned to the dantian, he nodded slightly, and did not explain that the other party had misunderstood himself as a sword immortal among the martial artists.

Not only that, none of them thought of killing each other after winning, one because of admiration and the other because of appreciation.

Peng Hanqing's back left a shocking blood hole, bubbling blood, but he didn't urge the internal strength to recover this wound, the defeated heart was convinced, no shame, why bother to hide it!

He would like to lay the foundation and witness the rise of a new star!

At this time, Zhao Fan vaguely sensed that Peng Hanqing's vitality was constantly passing, but he didn't say anything, when the other party's life span had bottomed out, he had been fighting heartily for so long, which showed that he was ready to face death.