The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the rolling thunder was deafening, as if it was about to blow the whole earth into powder, and the rain hit the ground heavily, rumbling like the sound of war drums in a distant battlefield, heralding the arrival of the enemy's military horses. Peng Wuwang helped the hat on his head and drank the tea in front of him, imagining that this was a fine wine that could relieve a thousand sorrows when he got drunk, but the bitter taste in his mouth kept bringing him back to the cruel reality. He looked blankly at the rain curtain outside the window, and his heart was sad: I finally know what life is better than death.

Chaotic and hurried shouts gradually came from afar. Dozens of martial arts figures in strong clothes flashed past the center of the street with light skills. The streets of Binshui Town are narrow, and dozens of people are crowded in the center of the street, and it is inevitable that they will not be able to perform, and at that time, more than a dozen characters with light achievements rushed up to the taverns on both sides, and performed the longitudinal technique to jump through the house and jump the ridge, and then left.

"Wow!" When a man who had never seen anything in the world saw this spectacle, he exclaimed excitedly, "Come and see, there are gods." A few guys in the tavern ran to the door, stunned as these high-rise and low-level martial arts figures passed through the street, talking a lot.

"The Heavenly Demon is coming! Let's go!" A loud voice came. The man who made this voice turned out to be a short man who was less than five feet tall. As soon as this sentence came out of the Heavenly Demon, one of the martial arts characters who was fleeing for his life was so frightened that his face was blue and his lips were white, and he fainted on the ground.

"It's useless!" The dwarf grabbed the man by the collar and dragged him aside.

"Heavenly Demon!" Peng Wuwang thought about it for a while, and stood up suddenly, "Zi Kunlun?" He walked to the center of the street, grabbed the dwarf, and asked, "What kind of Heavenly Demon are you talking about?"

The dwarf raised his head and saw Peng Wuhope, with a look of surprise on his face: "Peng Daxia, why are you here?" Remember me?"

Peng Wuwang looked at him hesitantly and shook his head.

"I'm the Dwarf Phoenix God Sword Leaf Tiger! We've tried it in Jiangdu." Ye Hu hurriedly said.

"Oh!" Peng Wuwang remembered at this time, and said busily, "Brother Ye, you said that the Heavenly Demon is coming here?"

Ye Hu sighed bitterly: "The Heavenly Demon has gone south and has already destroyed eighteen sects, our Wufeng Chaoyang Dao fortunately got the news as soon as possible, and fled together with several sects of Shannan Dao, but the Heavenly Demon is so fast, it seems that he is about to catch up with us." Peng Daxia, don't talk so much, you should go quickly." After he finished speaking, he patted Peng Wuwang hard, dragged up the fainting man, and ran away like a smoke.

Seeing these people fleeing away one after another, Peng Wuhope's heart swelled with a sense of ecstasy to let go of everything: "God treats me well, it's not thin." He took three steps and two steps, went into the tavern, laid all the silver taels on the table, and shouted, "Man, take as much wine as you want."

When the Heavenly Demon came to Waterfront Town, there was no one left here. The only sound of the dripping rain and the gurgling of the stream beside the road was the empty streets.

He sneered, "How can such a cowardly Han man compete and win against our Turkic iron man? When the Turks are dying, the Tang Dynasty is thriving? Fan Qinglin, these are the children of the Tang Dynasty that you are proud of?" He dismounted, shook off the reins, and let the green horse, which had become human, follow him, and slowly wandered slowly through the deserted streets.

"Be --!" The sound of a jar breaking came from a tavern not far away, and it was particularly harsh in the empty and silent street. The Heavenly Demon was silent, but his eyebrows were slightly raised. He took off the hat he wore on his head and put it behind his back, revealing a few strands of purple hair in his unruly silver-white hair.

The "creaking" sound of the door shaft turning came leisurely, the door of the tavern was slowly pushed open, and a man in gray clothes and gray pants, wearing a hat on his head, carrying a jar of wine, strode out of the door, and came to the middle of the street proudly, his hat was pressed very low, he could not see his cheeks, and he could not guess his age, but felt his vigorous steps, and the heavenly demon already knew that he was a young man in the prime of his life.

The Heavenly Demon watched with interest as he raised his head wildly and poured the entire jar of wine straight down his throat, a torrent of wine spilling from the corners of his mouth and dripping down the watery streets. The boy did not seem to be happy, but he threw away his hat, held up the jar, and poured the rest of the liquor on his head. The rain washed his body, little by little, washing the wine off his body. He raised his head and looked up at the sky, letting the rain fall on his face, enjoying the costly momentary refreshment.

When he was turning his head, a hideous face full of scars suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Heavenly Demon. The boy grinned at him, revealing a mouth full of white flowers. At this moment, he suddenly gave the Heavenly Demon an absurd impression: it seemed that he was not facing a person, but a fierce tiger that came out of the mountains and forests to feed.

"You're the Heavenly Devil?" The boy raised his voice.

The Heavenly Demon didn't answer, just smiled coldly, scooped his hand behind him, grabbed the reins of the green horse, and shook it gently. The psychic green horse neighed at the boy, turned around, and ran away.

"Zi Kunlun, today is your time of death." The young man shook his hands, and pulled out two long knives with snowy goose wings from his waist, and swung them to the left and right.

When he heard this, the Heavenly Demon couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh wildly. His laughter was wild and loud, fierce as the tide crashing on the shore, as high as the horn of the battlefield, and with his laughter, a fierce and unstoppable Gang Qi blew the terrible wind, turning back and forth in the streets of Waterside Town, the window sill portal by the roadside, the tables, chairs and benches in the tavern, were stirred back and forth by this gangqi, and the broken wine jar that the boy had thrown on the ground was carried up by the strong wind, and raised high, and then the volley shattered, and the fragments flew in all directions, several of which were embedded in the boy's face and shoulder.

"Sixty years, sixty years!" Heavenly Demon Zi Kunlun laughed loudly, "I really haven't heard this for a long time."

A loud bang came from the ground, and the thunderous impact interrupted Zi Kunlun's laughter. Zi Kunlun suppressed his laughter and stared at it, only to see that the young man put his two knives together, and the loud sound was the sound of the hilts colliding. The young man's right hand grasped the two knives together, and his left hand was raised as if nothing had happened, and he pulled out the fragments of the wine jar nailed to his face and shoulder, and threw them aside. The wound on the shoulder was severe, and as soon as the fragments left his body, a stream of blood trickled down his body. The young man glanced at the wound on his shoulder, squirted out the last sip of wine from the bottom of his tongue, poured it over the wound, and ignored his wound no longer, just stared intently at the Heavenly Demon.

"Who are you?" The Heavenly Demon was slightly moved, and asked in a deep voice.

"Qingzhou, Peng is hopeless." The boy said loudly.

The wind began to rage wildly on the streets of Waterside Town, and the dark green clouds in the sky drifted in all directions, and a few pale and weak rays of sunlight drifted down through the gradually soothing clouds, shining on Peng Wuwang and Zi Kunlun.