The words of their master and apprentice made the top of the light as quiet as death, and everyone was stunned, even the highly respected monks such as the Shaolin monks, the protectors of the Burial Sword Pool, and even Lian Feng, Hua Jinghong and the master of the catastrophe, all opened their mouths and couldn't say a word.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps sounded slowly, and Lian Feng walked hesitantly and slowly to Luo Mingxian, who was holding the head of the Heavenly Demon High, and whispered, "Brother Lao to show me."

Looking at the shocked face of the world's first son, Luo Mingxian looked back at Peng Wuwang, who was expressionless, and the pride in his heart almost burst into his chest, he raised his head and said, "Even Gongzi can take it and watch it carefully."

Lian Feng picked up the human head and looked at the dusk sun carefully, and his heart was as undulating as if he was turning over a river and a sea. The tragic and tragic battle in Kunlun Mountain flashed in his mind, Duan Cunhou, the first man in the world, the five elders of Tianshan Mountain, Ouyang Xizhao, the sword of Guanzhong, and himself, the son of the Central Plains, the sword light and palm shadows of the eight people almost shrouded the heavenly demons that seemed to never fall, without a single gap. However, Elder Ruan, the Quaf Divine Sword, was covered in blood, and Elder Meng Tian Soul was hit by the Seven Evil Palms at some point, and his whole body turned purple and blue. Elder Fei's elusive fast sword was actually broken in two by the Heavenly Demon Game, and the strange-shaped short sword used by Elder Bi Slashing, who was good at sword gang, to stimulate sword qi, was actually beaten into powder by the Heavenly Demon's palm wind. Duan Daxia, Senior Ouyang, and Great Elder Ling Hu Yao and his joint attack couldn't stop the Heavenly Demon from raising his palm. The five elders of the Tianshan Mountains died one by one under the fierce and swift palm attack of the Heavenly Demons, Duan Daxia was seriously injured, the Demon Slayer Team broke through with blood, like a frightened bird, the triumphant and wild shouts of the Flame Sect members, the mountains and fields were as bright as daytime torches, the flickering and changing black shadows in the firelight, and the pale and sad faces of the senior brothers when they fell beside them resurfaced in front of him, like steel thorns, stabbing Lian Feng's heart.

Stroking the purple-red hair on the Heavenly Demon's head, Lian Feng desperately held back tears from his eyes, raised his head high, and said in a hoarse voice, "Heavenly Demon, you also have today!"

He quickly came to the Tianshan Sect, raised his head, and said, "Senior brothers, the Heavenly Demon has given the head, and the Heavenly Demon is dead!" The disciples of the Tianshan Sect surrounded one after another, looking at the human head in Lian Feng's hand in disbelief. At this time, the disciples of the other sects on the top of the light couldn't hold back any longer, and they all surrounded Lian Feng, surrounding Lian Feng in the center, and countless hands touched the head of the Heavenly Demon, as if they wanted to personally feel the reality of the Heavenly Demon's head. The disciples of the Tianshan Mountains hugged each other, tears of joy, and even Feng's tears couldn't help but gush out, he raised the head of the Heavenly Demon above his head, and said excitedly: "Senior Uncle Ancestor, five senior uncles and uncles, the blood feud between the two generations of the Tianshan Sect has been washed away, you can rest in peace."

Seeing their ecstatic appearance, a warmth swelled in Peng Wuhope's heart. He turned his head and looked at the sea of orange clouds outside the cliff of Guangming Peak, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: it was only at this moment that he finally had some feeling that he was still alive. For some reason, Princess Jinxiu's face appeared in his mind again, and his heart soured for no reason: "Ah Jin, I killed the great hero of the Turks, are you sad for your people outside the Saiwai, or are you proud of me?"

The cheers on the top of the light were deafening, and the heroes of the Central Plains factions who settled in the courtyard of Yishan heard the sound and rushed towards the top of the light from the mountain roads in all directions. The people on the top of the light gathered more and more, and the cheers became louder and louder, and as the mountain wind transmitted, it was like rumbling thunder, and it was magnificent.

"Master, you see, this time is really too majestic." Luo Mingxian came to Peng Wuwang and couldn't help but say happily.

"Stinky boy," Peng Wuwang reluctantly touched Luo Mingxian's head, "just thinking about being in the limelight."

"The limelight is still second," Luo Mingxian's eyes flashed with a clever light, "You watch, Master, in a while, the Yue Nu Palace Master will personally bring the Golden Baiba couple up and let you slaughter them with one sword." Hey, hey."

"I hope so, otherwise what would you do with the heads of the Heavenly Demons with such fanfare?" Peng Wuwang looked at Hua Jinghong, who was standing quietly on the sword platform, in deep thought. Hua Jinghong was also looking at her at this time, and when she saw his gaze, she hurriedly turned her face to the side.