"What do you and Gu Tianya call each other?" The old man in white with a broken gong voice who seemed to be the leader suddenly asked. As soon as these words came out, the surrounding men in strong suits all showed shocked looks.

Peng Wuwang said in a deep voice: "I have met once, but I don't have any friendship."

The old man in white snorted, "Then how can you actually take care of the world's alluring swordsmanship."

Peng Wuwang looked at his sword and said strangely, "What kind of swordsmanship, I don't know. I can only use the sword."

The old man in white finally showed a shocked look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "In time, you will be another Gu Tianya."

Peng Wuwang smiled proudly and said, "I know."

He suddenly took a step forward suddenly, and everyone took a step back neatly under the induction of the qi machine, even the old man in white was no exception, which showed Peng Wuhope's earth-shattering momentum even more. Peng Wuwang let out a long laugh and said, "Everyone, the Nian Gang has dispersed, why bother struggling to the death, let's disperse quickly." A young man in a strong suit hesitated, threw the steel fork in his hand on the ground, turned around and ran wildly towards the outer courtyard. Peng Wuwang saw that someone was finally persuaded by himself, and his heart was relieved.

Suddenly, the old man in white didn't look back, and slapped his backhand with a palm, only to hear a whining palm wind like a whistle passing by, and the man who was running wildly screamed, and the clothes of the vest were torn apart, revealing a bronzed back, and a purple-red palm print was printed on the back. I saw that the man staggered seven steps towards the courtyard gate, and when he reached the eighth step, he looked up to the sky and screamed, purple and black blood gurgled down from his eyes, nose, and mouth, and his body trembled violently, and then fell to the ground lifelessly like a leather bag.

The thin lips of the old man in white opened slightly, revealing his yellow teeth, and he sneered fiercely, "Those who are greedy for life and afraid of the dead should take this as a warning."

Peng Wuwang saw that this old man actually went on a killing spree in front of him, mutilating his comrades, and almost broke his stomach, he said sharply: "Who are you, this is the Seven Evil Palms, are you a Turk."

During the Sui and Tang dynasties, it was the time when the world's martial arts were at its peak, and the Central Plains produced masters such as Qi Xiaoyun, Gu Tianya, Song Mu, Song Zheng, Xianyu Yijian Zuo Nianqiu, and Thirteen Stick Monks. And the prairie is also heroic. Among them, the number one Turkic master, Heavenly Demon Zi Kunlun, can be called the best. Zikunlun had founded the Flame Sect in the Sui Dynasty in the past, and the backbone was the master of the Turks, but it also absorbed the masters of the Central Plains to join, and when the Flame Sect was at its peak, even Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty did not dare to do anything to them, and then the Sui Dynasty collapsed, and the Flame Sect divided the forces and stirred up the Central Plains. Among them, Zhu Jie, the king of Garuda, is the most conspicuous. This person is a disciple of Zikunlun, a Turkic man, known as a man-eating demon, not only cruel and easy to kill, but also likes to eat the flesh of a child. The many encirclements and suppressions of the Central Plains people were calmly reduced by him, causing countless deaths and injuries to the heroes of the Central Plains. When Zhu Jie was pacified, it was rumored that dozens of masters besieged him and he couldn't help it, and finally the famous Tang general Luo Shixin took the lead and sacrificed his life to fight with Zhu Jie, and finally captured Zhu Jie under his leadership, but he was also seriously injured in this battle. It is rumored that what he is in is the Seven Evil Palms that Zi Kunlun personally passed on to Zhu Wei. Although he was barely cured by the medical skills passed on by the Red Whisk Girl from the Yue Nu Palace, his body was so damaged that he died of injuries in the war with Liu Heimin. The apprentice is already so terrifying, you can imagine how powerful Zi Kunlun is. Among the martial arts, Zi Kunlun's Seven Evil Palms are listed as the most vicious of the eight martial arts, and they are as famous as ghosts. Even Qi Xiaoyun looked gloomy when he talked to Peng Wuwang about the Seven Evil Palms, saying that if he faced Zi Kunlun's Seven Evil Palms, the odds of winning were only five or five. However, Zi Kunlun has not appeared in the rivers and lakes for many years, and everyone thought that he had been sent by heaven because he had done too much evil, but he didn't expect to meet his heirs today.

"You also know the Seven Evil Palms?" The old man in white smiled fiercely.

"Yes, that's Zikunlun's martial arts." Peng Wuwang said loudly, "The Seven Evil Palms are extremely vicious, and they are among the eight most vicious martial arts, and they are very powerful." He thought for a moment, and suddenly said, "You are all Turks?"

The old man in white sneered, "Yes, now I'm telling you, it's nothing. This mission is not completed, and there is no way for anyone to live, so we have to die with you."

Peng Wuwang raised his eyebrows and said sharply, "You dare to be a spy sent by the Turks to subvert the Central Plains."

The old man in white smiled proudly, "For the sake of the future of the Turkic race, we have long put life and death aside. Come, sons, kill him!"

All of a sudden, the sword light and sword shadow once again surrounded Peng Wuwang.

"It turns out that the Turks want to plot against the Han people!" Peng Wuwang looked angrily at the enemy who was slowly approaching him, and felt a chill in his heart, "It is said that the Turks are lazy fools, but now it seems that they can actually incite the Nian Gang to launch a rebellion, causing us to fight among themselves, hoping to fish in troubled waters and take advantage of everything, their scheming is no worse than our Han people."

Only a frantic roar was heard, and seven strong men with fine bronze sticks in their hands attacked Peng Wuwang's upper three roads, with strong and fierce moves, and exquisite coordination. Peng Wuwang used his full heart method, stared closely, the image of the seven fine copper rods blowing the wind seemed to be a beat slower, and at this moment, Peng Wuwang peeked through the flaws under the ribs of two of them. He let out a loud cry, and the single knife hidden under his elbow swelled, and the light of the knife skyrocketed, spurting out, passing through the shadow of the stick, and directly taking two of them under the ribs. The two knives came first, as fast as thunder, and in the blink of an eye, the clear knife light was flushed with blood red, and the two people rolled to the ground screaming miserably. The five bronze sticks narrowly escaped with Peng Wuhope. I saw him let out a long roar, and a single knife pierced out from under his ribs, shooting back at a big man who passed by him, blood rushed out, and the man's waist and abdomen were cut open with a knife. At this time, a big fat man howled wildly and danced a pair of wolf tooth chain hammers, blowing the wind to launch a stormy attack on Peng Wuwang. The three thin and tall old men surrounded Peng Wuwang in a T-shape, and when the attack of this big fat man passed, they would immediately attack.

Peng Wuwang's body turned into catkins in the wind, and flew diagonally towards the wolf's tooth hammer, and when he reached a height pole, he took a deep breath, his legs were a little, and he ran into the huge iron chain of the chain hammer, and then his body rushed towards the big fat man as if he was gliding in the air. This person only saw the bright sword light quickly approaching him, approaching, and then the blood in the sky covered his eyes. It turned out that Peng Wuwang had already cut his throat with a knife, and when he passed by, Peng Wuwang had already flashed his knife and handed three moves to the three old men standing outside the circle. These three old men have extremely high martial arts, one dances the sword, one makes the sword, the other makes the spear, the sword, the knife, the spear cover each other, the attack is like a shower, the defense is like Mount Tai, steady and steady, very difficult to stop. Peng Wuwang felt the inner strength of the sword, knife, and spear, several times stronger than himself, and people did not dare to take it hard. At this time, the masters on the periphery have gathered with long and heavy blades, ready to surround and go up, if they are allowed to rush up, Peng Wuwang no matter how high his martial arts are, under the group beating, he will definitely die. However, the three masters who surrounded him rose and fell, and kept shooting, so that he was unable to respond, and he was about to die.

Peng Wuwang kept staring at the drama in the middle of the fight, and found that the depth of the martial arts of these three masters had reached the point of combining flaws and attack sharpness, and the strongest point and the weakest point became one, making it impossible to start. At this time, more than a dozen men wielding big axes, spears, steel forks and maces had already surrounded Peng Wuwang. And the three old men saw that the time was ripe, and they attacked a few moves, and they were about to jump out of the circle, at this time, as long as everyone outside the circle shot their spears together, even the heavenly soldiers and gods would also be stabbed into a sieve, although after becoming a sieve, whether they were dead or alive and had their own opinions.

At this moment, the offensive of the three old men suddenly weakened, giving Peng Wuwang a fleeting opportunity. Peng Wuwang let out a long roar, his body rose to the sky, the long knife was raised flat, only a "ding" sound was heard, the long knife was broken into two, and the tip of the knife was like a psychic artifact under the guidance of Peng Wuwang's dragon capture true qi along the blade, drawing a big arc and cutting the throats of everyone in the outer circle. I only heard a miserable howl coming from all directions, and the throats of more than a dozen big men were hit at the same time, blood sprayed wildly, and they fell to the ground crookedly. The three old men in the circle were stunned by Peng Wuwang's move, they never even dreamed that they would encounter such a strange knife technique. At this moment, Peng Wuwang waved his hand and slammed his knife towards an old man with a rainbow of momentum. "Be careful!" The other two screamed in unison, the old man brandished his spear, and a "Dance of the Golden Snake" blocked all of Peng's offensive routes. And Peng Wuwang was at this fateful juncture, his right leg stepped hard in front of him, and his whole body retreated backwards like a ghost, and came to the other two old men like lightning. His body rose high according to the floating light of his mind, and his legs struck the chests of the two old men like a whirlwind. The two old men had been shocked by Peng Wuhope's killing moves, and then they were distracted because they cared about the safety of the other old man, plus they didn't expect Peng Wuwang's magical moves to move forward and backward at the same time. The two of them screamed together, spurting blood all over the sky, and their bodies fell backwards. At this time, the tip of the single knife, which had lost the guidance of Peng Wuhope's dragon true qi, slid to Peng Wuhope's feet according to the curve of the arc. Peng Wuwang turned his back to the old man who was dancing the spear at this time, and felt murderous, knowing that the old man was dancing the spear in his hand, and he shot out with hatred and hit his back. He lifted his heel, used all the strength of his foot, and kicked the tip of the single knife that slashed his heel at the old man, and then his body quickly flashed to the side.

The tip of the knife flew as fast as a meteor, and lightning passed through the old man's chest and nailed to the begonia tree behind him, buzzing. The old man was castrated, and he passed by Peng Wuwang, who was flying to the side, and the body fell straight to the ground, lying side by side with the other two old men.

At this time, in the courtyard, only Peng Wuwang and the old man in white were left who could stand upright.

Peng Wuwang looked at the old man in white who had never fought with him, and said in a deep voice, "There are only the two of us left, and I will use these hands to meet the world's seven evil palms for a while."

The old man in white said coldly: "Your Excellency's sword skills are skillful, especially the knife technique of leaving your hands, which is fantastic and magnificent, which is amazing. It would be a pity to discard it now."

Peng Wuwang smiled and said, "Peng Mou is a man who works with people by life, and he never takes advantage of him at all. Moreover, I am convinced that the set of boxing techniques taught by my teacher is enough to resist the enemy."

The old man in white looked at him in a daze, and after a long time, he said slowly, "I didn't expect such a heroic figure to emerge from the Central Plains." He looked up at the blue sky and sighed, "Heavens, do you want my Turkic clan to perish from now on?"

Peng Wuwang saw two lines of tears slip from the old man's eyes.

The old man in white looked at Peng Wuwang again, and said word by word, "I know that I am not your opponent, but I will never let you get the secret of the Seven Evil Palms." He let out a long sigh and muttered, "So that's how I ended." Suddenly, the old man's right hand doubled in size and gradually began to turn purple. Then, the old man in white raised his hand high and slapped it down on his head with all his might.

Peng Wuwang closed his eyes, and couldn't bear to see the scene of the old man in white cutting himself.

The body of the old man in white did not fall to the ground, but still stood upright in the middle of the courtyard, and two streams of blood gushed out of his eyes full of sadness.

"Who said there are no heroes among the Turks?" Peng Wuwang looked at the corpse of the old man in white, and was gloomy for a while.