The weather on the second day was beautiful, and the bright spring sun swayed on the spacious Pengmen martial arts training ground, and all the scenery was like a layer of crystal clear color. Peng Wuwang came to the arena early and played a set of Shaolin Luohan boxing activities to move his body. Over the years, every time he punched, his body would be alive and hot, and he only felt that Shu Tai was extremely happy, as if a drinker had enjoyed a bottle of old wine, and it was extremely beautiful. He gathered his momentum and stood, let out a long breath, and looked around proudly, only to see Peng Wuxing, Hou Zaichun, the father and daughter of the Hong family, Zheng Juechen, his two disciples, Jia Bian Que, Situ Wan'er, Li Xiaotian's three brothers, Lei Yechang, Fang Mengjing and Mr. Li Yu had already gathered outside the venue, and there were many martial arts figures from Qingzhou and even the entire Henan Province who had gathered outside Pengmen, as if they were waiting for something.

At this time, Luo Mingxian and Zhao Yixiang suddenly shouted loudly, "Master, work harder to defeat Luo Yixiao." Peng Wuwang was stunned for a moment, and secretly laughed in his heart: These two boys, do you think they are acting here? He walked up to Hong Sixue, wiped his sweat with a towel tied to his arm, and asked, "Sixue, look at what's going on, why did everyone suddenly come out and bring so many outsiders?" Hong Sixue looked around and smiled slightly bitterly, "I don't know, probably because I'm curious." At this time, Fang Mengjing gently shook the fan, came to Hong Sixue's side with a quiet smile, and said, "How can you not know? Luo Yixiao is the last patriarch of Qingfeng Hall, if he is defeated and dies today, then Qingfeng Hall will really disappear completely. Therefore, many martial arts figures want to witness this with their own eyes."

"I see." Hong Sixue and Peng Wuwang nodded suddenly.

At this time, the martial arts people outside the door were clamoring and scolding, and it turned out to be Luo Yixiao, who was dressed in a green robe, carrying a Guan knife on his shoulder, and strode to the Pengmen martial arts training ground.

"Luo Yixiao, do you still have the courage to come?"

"Luo Yixiao, I will break your body to pieces today!"

"The remnants of Qingfeng Hall, suffer death quickly!"

"The Qingfeng Hall Master is dead, it's your turn today!"

Everyone used the most vicious words they could think of to abuse Luo Yixiao to their heart's content, venting their hatred for Qingfeng Hall for thirty years. Under the surging emotions of the crowd, if it weren't for Peng Men's self-Peng Wuxing and dozens of dart masters under Hou Zaichun guarding the gate, I'm afraid that many people would rush in.

Luo Yixiao's face was expressionless, as if he couldn't hear these shouts and insults at all, but he came to the middle of the Pengmen martial arts training ground with heavy steps and stood by his side.

Peng Wuwang looked at the martial arts people outside the door with a burst of disgust in his heart: where did these people go when Luo Yixiao besieged Peng Men in the first place, but they came to coax at this time. He shouted, "Shut up." This sound is really like a big Lu, and it is knocked heavily in everyone's ears. The Jianghu guests who were scolding vigorously were so frightened that they hurriedly shut up, for fear of angering Peng Wuhope.

Luo Yixiao's eyes shot a look of gratitude, and he didn't speak.

"Brother Luo, this place is so noisy, and the spectators are not in favor of you, so let's compare it on another day." Peng Wuwang hugged his fist at him and asked sincerely.

Luo Yixiao's face was lonely for a while, and he said in a bitter voice, "I understand Brother Peng's kindness. Now that Qingfeng Hall has been dispersed, although the world is big, there is no place for me. In today's battle, I will not retreat until I die."

Peng Wuwang's heart was gloomy for a while, and he said in a deep voice, "Brother Luo is a good man, why did he enter the Qingfeng Hall to destroy the souls?"

Luo Yixiao's eyes shot a cold light of resentment, and suddenly, this cold light gradually dimmed, replaced by unspeakable bitterness, he smiled slightly bitterly, and said, "The reason is no longer important, do you think that people like me will have a day to turn back until now?"

Peng Wuwang sighed heavily, shook his head, and said, "It's a pity."

A strange smile appeared on Luo Yixiao's face, and he suddenly shouted, "Brother Peng, what I, Luo Yixiao, am most proud of in my life, is the self-created Seven Demon Swords, see it clearly."

A cold and bone-chilling murderous aura suddenly surged in the field, and Luo Yixiao swept towards Peng Wuwang like a fierce sword light. Peng Wuwang unexpectedly unfolded his double knife, and the cross door was about to be hard framed with this knife like splitting mountains and moving mountains. Luo Yixiao shouted angrily: "This trick is the starting hand - inviting demons." When Peng Wuwang was about to touch Guan Dao with the double knife, his body suddenly slid to the side like a fish, and the double knife shot towards Luo Yixiao's throat like lightning.

Luo Yixiao's majestic body as high as eight feet bent down as if broken, allowing Peng's hopeless twin knives to whistle across his head, while Guan Dao turned an angle and swept diagonally, and the fierce and incomparable blades covered all the areas within a radius of four zhang. Peng Wuwang roared like a dragon, and with his feet on the ground, he actually used a peerless body technique that flashed along the surging sword qi like a waterfall of Luo Yixiao and went upstream, and the two knives were unfurled, and the Hengjiang knife technique gushed out.

Luo Yixiao took a big step, his body retreated two feet like lightning, dodged all of Peng Hopeless's introductory moves, and shouted, "Take me this trick to trap the demon!" He suddenly waved the Guan Dao weighing hundreds of catties with one hand, and his body flew like a spiral, and the sword light was like the long sleeves of a shocking dancer, and like the sassy thunder of the Emperor of Heaven, the snowflakes shrouded the entire martial arts training ground.

Peng Wuwang's figure surged and rolled in the fierce sword shadow and aura, sometimes circling and leaping, sometimes rolling on the ground, and the double knives danced into a curtain of light like rotten silver, taking this supreme killer honestly.

"Good!" Luo Yixiao strode forward, his body was like a soaring cloud Arhat, he rose into the air, closed the knife to his hands, and slashed head-on, the sharp sword gang was like the sharp axe of the giant spirit god falling from the nine skies, "The third exorcism!"

Peng Wuwang shouted, his body was like a flying eagle volleying in the air, and without warning, he pulled up three zhang high, narrowly avoiding this extremely fierce sword. There was a loud bang, and the ground of the bluestone slab on the martial arts training ground shattered into powder and flew outside, forming a large pit that was both wide and deep.

"Good kung fu!" Peng Wuwang shouted, the double knife flashed, and the volley attacked Luo Yixiao, who was also in mid-air, with a lightning strike.

Luo Yixiao flew around the knife to block this round of fast attack, and when he stepped on the ground, he immediately shouted, "The fourth move to break the demon." His hands flickered, and he danced a flat flower with his knife, which was like a pear blossom spear and stabbed him in the chest. As soon as Peng Wuwang's body fell to the ground, he immediately raised his head and bent his knees, and his body lay down like an iron plate, narrowly dodging the killer. Luo Yixiao's hands were full of strength, and the Guan knife, which had been stabbed flatly, suddenly turned into a slash, and suddenly slashed down. Peng Wuwang kicked his legs suddenly, his body seemed to be equipped with a bracket, and he popped back like a spring, and Luo Yixiao's Guan knife slashed between his legs, almost splitting him in half.

Peng Wuwang slammed the handle of the double knife to the ground, his body flew back upside down, and before Luo Yixiao could retract the knife, he twisted the double knife and cut off his hands. Luo Yixiao flipped his wrist, pointed the blade of the Guan Dao into the sky, and kicked the flying leg on the handle of the Guan Dao, and the seven-foot Guan Dao was like a poisonous snake that had cheated to death, suddenly raised its head, and forced towards Peng Wuwang like a bamboo. "Fifth Trick Assassin."

Peng Wuwang snorted, stabbed his two knives, and hit the upside-down Guan Dao knife butt with lightning accuracy, and his body took advantage of the momentum to slow down, and flew backwards backwards.

Taking advantage of his unstable foothold, Luo Yixiao shouted, "The sixth move is to shoot the demon." I saw him holding the knife with one hand, shaking his hand and going straight in, the Guan Dao flew towards Peng Wuwang's face, and the seven-foot Guan Dao and the gushing out of the Gang Qi were far as powerful, like a giant arrow, shooting out. Peng Wuwang was about to be exhausted at this time, he seized the time to change his breath, and secretly transported the pure true qi on his body, and his body moved five feet sideways like a ghost, and he was about to shoot the demon with this trick of dodging Kailuo's roar, and his ears were already hot and painful.

"One last resort!" Luo Yixiao's body swirled in, Guan Dao slashed out with a momentum of 100,000 horizontal grinding, after each horizontal slash, there will be another flying spin in the body, followed by another horizontal slash, the knife followed, the style continued, the whole person rotated forward like a huge spiral, and Guan Dao was like a huge Zhang Xu ice plate, layer upon layer, endless, constantly attacking. Peng Wuwang retreated more than a dozen steps in a row, until there was no way to retreat, then Huo Ran burst into tears, the Qiushui long knife in his right hand slashed at the ordinary long knife in his left hand, and with a bang, the ordinary long knife was broken in his hand, and the broken knife was like a horizontal lightning bolt, shooting towards Luo Yixiao's face.

"Finally a trick!" Luo Yixiao said coldly, his body turned away, and the broken knife flashed. Peng Wuwang snorted, the broken knife in his left hand was unfurled, and the true qi of the dragon came out, and the broken knife flying sideways seemed to be called by the gods, flying back upside down, and the lightning shot at Luo Yixiao's vest. Luo Yixiao had already expected it, twisted his body to avoid it, and said loudly, "What is this trick called?"

"The dragon wags its tail!" Peng Wuwang called out the name of the Cloud Dragon Changfeng Sword Technique. "Twin dragons and phoenixes!" He gritted his teeth, drew his left hand, and the upper half of the truncated knife flew back upside down, stabbing Luo Yixiao's left ribs, while the Qiushui long knife in his right hand went straight forward and went straight to the middle palace. Luo Yixiao held the handle of the Guan knife and flew the broken knife that came and went, and the blade was just on top of Peng Hopeless's Qiushui long knife.

"Blue Wings in the Sky!" Peng Wuwang shouted, and the Qiushui long knife swept horizontally, condensing into a dazzling sword that slashed Luo Yixiao's neck, and the broken knife in his left hand also flew from Luo Yixiao's back according to the same momentum, taking his waist and back. Luo Yixiao spun around, his body hanging in the air, allowing Peng's hopeless two-handed knife to sweep up and down his top and bottom.

"Good! Dragons across the sea!" Peng Wuwang drew his left hand, and the broken knife circled and shot into the sky, while his right hand knife was churning like a dragon, and the broken knife slashed at Luo Yixiao from the top and from the bottom with the momentum of two dragons grabbing the pearl.

Luo let out a long whistle, swept the knife like a whirlwind, slashed the broken knife away, supported the ground with one hand, and erected his body straight up on his head and feet, Peng Wuwang's right hand knife missed by a fraction of a centimeter by his side.

Peng Wuwang kicked Luo Yixiao's lower abdomen with flying legs, Luo Yixiao exerted force in his hand, his body turned upside down, and he withdrew two feet upside down, standing majestically in the center of the field. And Peng Wuwang shook off the knife, and the remaining lower half of the cutting knife in his left hand flew out like lightning and hit Luo Yixiao's chest. Luo flashed and did not flash the horizontal knife, and the broken knife rose up.

In an instant, Peng Wuwang raised his hand, his body rushed up like a gallop, and the knife in his right hand drew a graceful arc from top to bottom, attacking Luo Yixiao's lower abdomen. Luo Yixiao burst out, closed the knife and held the knife to the outer door, and the handle of the knife stabbed at Peng Wuwang's eyebrows. At this moment, the broken knife that had just risen up suddenly shot back under the traction of Peng Wuwang's left hand, stabbing at Luo Yixiao's top door. A strange smile appeared on Luo Yixiao's face, and he raised the Guan Knife with a fire to the sky, knocking the unpredictable broken knife far away. At this time, Peng Wuwang's body spun, and the long knife in his right hand drew a graceful and moving arc to the extreme, just like the Xiaoxiang long sleeves of the Merry Xiushi with Eguan Bo flicked in the wind, and from a tricky angle, a deep knife mark was drawn from Luo Yixiao's left shoulder to his right waist.

Blood gushed out, staining Peng's hand, which was holding the knife, blood-red. Luo Yixiao's majestic and majestic body collapsed like a wall. He fell to his knees, and when the knife fell to his side, a stream of red blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Why don't you hide?" Peng Wuwang threw the long knife on the ground, knelt beside him, held his crumbling upper body, and asked eagerly.

"Good knife technique, what is this move called?" Luo Yixiao gasped hard and asked with difficulty.

Peng Wuhope's face showed a sad and knowing look, and his words were full of sourness: "Whistling away."

"Whistling away!" Luo Yixiao's eyes, which were gradually dimming, suddenly showed a scorching look, "Good name, very suitable for me."

"You ......" Peng Wuwang had a thousand words in his heart, but he couldn't say them at the moment.

"Do you remember my sword technique?" Luo Yixiao gasped again.

"Remember it all." Peng Wuwang felt a pain in his eyes.

"Well, remember this technique. It would have been a good set of knife techniques." Luo Yixiao's eyes were filled with tears, "It's ruined on me."

"Brother Luo!" Peng Wuwang pursed his lips with all his might, already choked up.

"Man thinks...... If you want to have no regrets in your life," Luo Yixiao's eyes began to drift, and he muttered, "It's really ...... It's too hard," he struggled with blood and spit out the last breath of turbidity, "It's too hard!" Two lines of tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Peng Wuwang watched silently as his head tilted to the side. He carefully wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and closed his blank eyes with the warmth of his palms.

At this time, deafening cheers rang out outside the entire martial arts training ground and the dart bureau, the martial arts heroes frantically shouted Peng Wuwang's name, Luo Mingxian and Zhao Yixiang screamed with immature voices, and the dart board runners set off firecrackers.

At this moment, Peng Wuwang's ears only had a noisy and hazy sound, and there was only pathos surging like waves in his heart. A generation of howls, the once invincible body gradually became cold in his arms.