Ding Peng walked over step by step.

His steps were slow but firm, as if no one and nothing could stop him. His eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and there was a blazing light in them.

He also suddenly exuded a strange power.

That's not evil, that's not righteousness, that's not murderous, it's a momentum in the heavens and on the earth.

looked at Ding Peng arbitrarily, and suddenly there was a hint of approval in his eyes, and a different smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Countless pairs of anticipation, horror, and awe looked at the two of them...... Everyone was looking forward to Ding Peng's victory, because everyone didn't want to face the Heavenly Monarch again, and everyone didn't want to face a Heavenly Monarch who killed Ding Peng and killed their martial arts alliance leader.

Ding Peng didn't seem to disappoint them, every step he took was a point high, and a point of condensation.

If the Heavenly Monarch is a ghost god, then he will kill the god and kill the ghost at this moment.

There are still more than a dozen steps away, and there are still three zhang away, but the knife has been pulled out.

The full moon sets, and the sword shines.

Ding Peng's whole person has changed, this change is like the scimitar out of the sheath, the knife is out of the scabbard, the knife is like a knife, and the edge is exposed.

Ding Peng seems to be a knife out of the sheath, and there seems to be light on his body.

At this moment, the scimitar is like a terrifying and boundless supreme blade!

The knife was in Ding Peng's hand, and a terrifying knife momentum that killed all living beings was also forced out from the body!

The hand is raised, and the knife moves!

The knife slashed over, obviously it was still far away, but when the knife light fell, the knife light was in front of you, arbitrarily in front of your eyes.

Everyone could see how he struck, but everyone couldn't see how the knife slashed down.

Although there are no changes in this knife, it contains the essence of all the changes in the knife technique.

The time taken when this knife is struck, the power of the shot, the speed of the knife, and the part of the knife that falls all seem to have been accurately calculated, and it just happens to be able to exert the "magic knife slash" to the limit.

This knife is like being carved by a miracle craftsman, and it has exerted its skills to the extreme, which is enough to shock the world and cry ghosts!

Not only that, it is also brave, it is also sharp, it is also the only one, this knife is no longer enough to be described as "the peak", it seems to be more magical than "the peak".

If a person's martial arts practice is profound, and a technique is cultivated to the extreme, it will become extremely magical, even mysterious and mysterious.

This power is very understandable, because it is close to God.

Ding Peng's knife seemed to have been fused with all the magic in heaven and earth, and the scimitar eventually became a magic knife in his hands.

Since the full moon scimitar was cast, since the divine sword slash was created, this scimitar, this knife technique, at this moment, finally forced out its most brilliant, the most peak, the most extreme light.

The knife fell, and arbitrarily shot it too.

He really just made a move, he didn't draw his sword, he didn't draw his sword, he just stretched out his hand.

His hand was towards the knife and he casually leaned over.

This is a strange hand, and it is also the most terrible hand in the world, because its thumb can resist the edge of soldiers, the index finger can crack mountains and stones, the middle finger can break mountains and rivers, the ring finger can intercept the army, and the tail finger can break ten thousand qi.

When the five fingers are melted into the palm, his hand seems to be holding the sky and the ground, dissolving life and death, and penetrating the heavens.

This hand is the heavenly machine.

This hand is life and death.

The hand pinched the blade, and his gesture was soft and graceful, like picking flowers, like a beautiful girl smiling and smiling, a very delicate and fragile little flower.

Ding Peng's knife is by no means a flower!

But in his hands, under his fingers, no matter how terrifying the supreme divine blade, no matter how terrifying the peerless sword momentum, it will become as delicate and fragile as a flower.

He didn't seem to be fast, no matter who looked at it, that hand was so soft, but when the knife arrived, the hand also broke into the knife light.

At this moment, this wonderful scene can be described as a beautiful weather, and among the beautiful scenery, there is even a bit of majestic arrogance and unpredictable taste.

The blade was pinched, the hand pinched the blade, and then the magic was crushed, everything was crushed.

Then, the blade became as delicate and fragile as a petal, shattered into a thousand pieces, and sprinkled in the air, filling the sky with silver light.

The shattered blade, at such an instant, Ding Peng's momentum and Ding Peng's self-confidence are disappearing and dissolving......

"Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night!"

This magic knife that dominates the world was just lost in arbitrary hands, and at the moment when the magic knife shattered, Qingqing finally exhaled, but everyone present stopped breathing.

An unprecedented wave of fear swept over ......

In the heavens and on the earth, there was no sound, and it turned into a dead silence!

The knife shattered, the full moon was gone, and there was only darkness in Ding Peng's eyes. It was the darkest time of his life, and the brightest moment of his life was before the darkness came.

When light turns to darkness, it only takes a moment.

Ding Peng seemed to hear someone talking, and the person seemed to say, "You lost!" ”

No one spoke, and neither did anybody.

Ding Peng said: "I lost. ”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab the person in front of him with his hand, to touch the person who had made him go from light to darkness and made him defeated.

Arbitrarily said goodbye slightly, and let go of the way.

Ding Peng threw himself into the air and staggered to the ground.

Qingqing looked at him and asked, "What's wrong with him?" ”

Seeing with his own eyes how the young man's fiery eyes lost their brilliance, he said lightly: "He is already blind and can't see anything." ”

Ding Peng muttered: "I lost, why did I lose, how could I lose." ”

Qingqing was surprised: "He's already blind? ”

"Not only is he blind, he seems to be deaf." ”

Nothing is scarier than darkness, and if anything, it's dead silence. Ding Peng was in the darkness and dead silence, he kept talking, he wanted a response, anyone's response.

Qingqing asked, "Why is he like this?" ”

"Young people can't stand the blows. ”

Qingqing said: "Shouldn't we go?" ”

Arbitrarily shook his head and said, "Let them remember it for a long time, everyone will have to pay for their decisions." ”

Qingqing hadn't asked what the long memory was, what the price was, because she had seen the sword drawn arbitrarily, so she understood what the so-called "long memory" and the so-called "price" were.

The sword was drawn, and the moment the sword was drawn, there was chaos in the hall.

Everyone started running, it didn't seem to be everyone, at least one old monk yelled: "Evil obstacles, let the old man ......"

Any sword has always been so fast, and he can kill people incredibly fast.

Those who dare to die under the sword with a person like the great monk, and those who are still hesitating, are too late to run at this moment.

Countless people ran out of the villa, so that the people outside the village were scattered, how could they not guess the outcome of this battle. Gather in the martial arts of the Full Moon Villa, and scatter the birds and beasts.

No one dares to stay here longer.

When he walked out of the villa with Qingqing, all kinds of blades were discarded on the ground, and he walked all the way down the villa, never seeing a living person again.