Hong Sixue stood on the giant willow tree, looking at Peng Wuhope, who was in the enemy's formation, and her heart swelled with deep reverence and gratitude. At the moment when she was going to die, she had no hope of being rescued at all, because the difference in strength was too great. And Peng Wuwang appeared in front of him like a miracle, blocking all attacks for himself in the complete impossibility of it, and severely frustrated the opponent, so that a bright light appeared in front of him. His heroic image of perseverance and courage is deeply imprinted in Hong Sixue's heart.

She couldn't help but look at the eight-hundred-mile cave court in front of her. Dongting Lake at sunset is calm, reflecting the afterglow of dusk and sparkling waves. The fishing boat, which returned late, sailed leisurely to the shore under the response of the fishing song, completely unaware of the fierce and dangerous battle being carried out here and now. In the sky, the wings of the returning fishing eagle draw a graceful curve in the void. Once upon a time, she had completely given up her desire to enjoy the beauty of Dongting, because she couldn't breathe at all because of the weight of the Nian Gang. She endured it quietly, enduring inhuman pressure, hoping that death would bring her rare rest and reunion with her father. She used to think that death was like a pool of warm water, which only made her feel happy and relaxed. However, just now, when dozens of cold knives surrounded her and were about to cut her body into pieces, she realized that death was so vicious, and life was so beautiful.

Peng Wuhope's voice came slowly: "Red Gang Leader, Red Gang Leader!"

Only then did Hong Sixue come to her senses from her trance, and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Peng."

Peng Wuwang shouted, "Red Gang Master, you take my eldest brother Zuo away first, and then come after blocking them."

Hong Sixue said categorically: "Brother Peng, you and I live and die together, I will never go first."

Peng Wuwang smiled proudly: "Red Gang Leader, please rest assured, where is this rabble in my eyes, you take my eldest brother Zuo away first, his injury can't be delayed any longer."

Hong Sixue looked at Peng Wuwang's figure standing as tall as a mountain, and couldn't help but be full of confidence in him. Such a hero, how could he die in the hands of Xiao Xiao.

"Brother Peng, be careful, Brother Zuo will be taken away by me, Hong Sixue swears here, vowing to save Brother Zuo's life." After that, Hong Sixue grabbed Zuo Lianshan's belt, jumped up, flew down the tree, and disappeared in a few leaps.

"Don't chase it yet!" A big man in purple said busily. Immediately, dozens of Pu Daomen were about to show their bodies.

Peng Wuwang suddenly shouted, "You dare!" This shout, the sound is like a bronze bell Da Lu, loud and abnormal, the big man who danced the mandarin duck across the tiger basket was caught off guard, and he drank it as the head, only to feel that the world was spinning, his mouth and nose were hot, he screamed, and fell to the ground. This is the lion's roar that Peng Wuwang relies on to repeatedly break through strong enemies.

This extremely beautiful hand immediately shocked the audience, and everyone was silent, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Looking at the frightened gazes of these so-called masters, Peng Wuwang smiled bitterly in his heart. He supported himself strongly, holding the mighty Qiushui long knife flat, and confronted the dozens of masters present. No one stepped forward to attack, because no one had the courage and courage anymore, and because everyone had an inexplicable respect for Peng Wuwang.

For a long time, for a long time, suddenly, Peng Wuwang looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter was hoarse and vicissitudes, which made people feel inexplicable. Peng Wuwang suddenly knelt heavily on the ground, holding a long knife in his right hand and spurting out a mouthful of blood. He was still laughing, laughing so hard that he had to cover his stomach with his hands, as if he couldn't stop at all.

Now, almost everyone knows what he is laughing at, just now, when he tried to capture the surnamed man, he had already been injured by his flying legs, and his meridians were seriously injured. And he still pressed down on his injuries and killed Tuoba Jun. Tuoba Jun is a first-class master among the Turks, and it is not easy to kill him in the face. Peng Wuwang had already consumed the true qi that was originally used to protect his life and body in this battle. With the posture of the ground trip, the peerless knife technique was used, and more than 20 people were injured in a row, which was already an excess of attrition. Then, he threw Tuoba Jun's body into the knife array, and then threw Hong Sixue's body at the giant willow tree from the knife array, and these two throws consumed a lot of true yuan. Then, with the roar of a lion, he stunned the man who straddled the tiger basket, and used up the last bit of true qi. Now, he's on the verge of running out of oil. As long as anyone punches lightly, he can't withstand it. And because the master present couldn't figure out the truth, he stupidly confronted him for two pillars of incense, no wonder he laughed.

Everyone present had a feeling of crying and laughing, not only angry that Peng Wuwang had no hope of bluffing them alive, but also laughing at this, and feeling that their appearance just now was ridiculous. At the same time, I can't help but sincerely admire the righteous and awe-inspiring arrogance of this ordinary-looking young man, and the courage to look at death as home.

"You're not going to kill him!" The gloomy voice came again. The tone revealed endless hatred, as if he had an inextricable deep hatred with Peng Wuwang.

No one did anything, and Hall Master Li and Hall Master Zhu did not issue any orders. Everyone can't bear to kill a heroic figure with such pride and courage, even if it's an enemy.

"Hmph, okay!" Suddenly, a black-clothed figure flew out from among the shadows of the trees like black lightning, and the cold sword in his hand stabbed towards Peng Wuhope's left heart. This person was none other than the Qingfeng Hall elder who was in charge of training the Flowing Water Knife Formation for Xia Tan. The speed of swordsmanship is rare in the world, and he once assassinated five of the seven disciples of the Tianshan Sect Gu Tianya with a single sword. The swordsmanship of these five people is derived from Gu Tianya's true inheritance, and they are famous in the rivers and lakes, and their martial arts are superb. However, under the sword of chasing souls, there was no chance to draw the sword at all, which showed how terrible Ning Shotyue's shot was. The four elders of Qingfeng Hall, stepping on the moon to chase the soul, the first-line soul chasing Ning shooting the moon is a close friend, known as the Qingfeng Shuangsha, together for more than ten years, deep friendship. Now, Cha Bo died under Peng Wuwang's knife, and Ning Jieyue naturally hated him to the core.

Peng Wuwang's eyes were dazzled by the long sword shining with cold light in Ning Sheyue's hand, and his whole body was shrouded in a piercing murderous aura, and he couldn't dodge it at all. He looked up to the sky and sighed, looked at the smoky Dongting Lake, and thought in his heart: It turns out that I, Peng Wuhope, died within these 800 miles of Dongting, and I deserved to die.

The cold feeling penetrated through his left chest, and Peng Wuwang felt that the flesh and blood on his body were about to be frozen by the cold on Ning Sheyue's sword. He saw Ning Jieyue's elongated white face, as thin as a willow leaf, flashing with cruel and fierce eyes. His lips were extremely thin and tightly pursed, the corners of his mouth quivering strangely, and he seemed to enjoy the sensation of killing and snatching his life, for the wings of his nose were very excited to suck in, and his breath seemed to be shortened with excitement.

Peng Wuwang felt that all his strength had disappeared, and he fell to his knees weakly, and the Qiushui long knife fell from his loose left hand to the ground with a "dang long" sound. The audience was silent, and no one made a sound. Everyone couldn't believe their eyes, and they couldn't accept that a heroic figure like Peng Wuwang had come to the end of his life here.

Ning Shuyue pulled the long sword out of Peng Wuhope's left chest, and looked at it in the moonlight, with a satisfied look on his face. He felt that Peng Wuhope, who was kneeling on the ground, didn't seem to be dead yet, and a cruel smile appeared on his face: "Stinky boy, your life is quite hard! Okay, I should cut off your head and go back to ask the hall master for credit."

Peng Wuwang slowly raised his head, looked at him, and said tremblingly, "Don't you think!"

Ning Shuyue looked up to the sky and laughed, "At this point, do you still want to resist? Hahaha!" At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his feet, and he couldn't help but scream. He looked down suddenly, only to find that Peng Wuwang took advantage of him to get carried away, pulled out the mandarin duck knife from his arms, and inserted it on the surface of his feet left and right. "Stinky boy, I'm going to cut you with a thousand knives!" Ning Sheyue has been walking the rivers and lakes for thirty years, and has never been seriously injured, but now he capsized in the gutter and was injured by a dying man, and he was simply faceless. Asking him not to be angry, he swung his long sword and went straight to Peng's hopeless neck, vowing to cut off his head. At this moment, two black shadows rushed quickly, a long knife and a copper rod at the same time, and swung his long sword firmly. At the same time, Peng Wuwang let out a long roar and threw himself into the Dongting Lake, and after a ripple, his entire body disappeared into the vast smoke of the Dongting Lake.

Ning Sheyue didn't get Peng Hopeless's head, and he was seriously injured, so he hated it in his heart and said angrily, "What do you want!"

The two masters who stopped him were none other than Zhu Ming, the master of the Great Summer Hall of the Summer Altar, and Li Cunhou, the master of the Little Summer Hall. Li Cunhou slammed the copper stick in his hand to the ground, and said sharply, "You, the evil obstacle of Qingfeng Hall, are you killing in front of us, and you still take our Nian Gang in your eyes?"

Ning Shuyue sneered: "You hypocrites of hypocrisy and hypocrisy, you invited our Qingfeng Hall to assassinate the leader of the Nian Gang for you, and now you are crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, and you are full of benevolence and morality, I bah!"

Zhu Ming said angrily to Li Cunhou, "I have long felt that it is very inappropriate for the sect master to cooperate with Qingfeng Hall, but now it has really come true. Humane Qingzhou Peng Wuwang is a good man with unparalleled benevolence and righteousness, and today he was killed by us and Qingfengtang, saying that for the sake of Nian Gang and righteousness, I will fuck him."

Li Cunhou sighed vigorously and said in a deep voice: "The Nian Gang is in danger, and we are in a big mess in our hearts, and we have made such a big mistake, and when we go to Huangquan after our death, we don't have the face to see the previous gang leaders."

Zhu Ming yelled: "For such a trivial matter as the annual gang's income and expenditure, he actually gathered hundreds of thousands of people from the whole gang to Baling County to help the big traitor Xiao Xian fight against the big **, Lao Tzu can't figure it out even if he wants to break his head. I'm not doing it, I'm not doing it! Zongtan mainly blames me for the traitorous gang. I'm gone!"

Li Cunhou glanced at Ning Sheyue with disdain, and said, "Elder Ning of Qingfeng Hall, listen, your cooperation with me ends here, the next time we meet, either you die or I die!"

Ning Jieyue's eyes shot out of a terrifying flame, and he said viciously, "Li Cunhou, Zhu Ming, one day you will regret annoying me Qingfeng Hall today. There will be a date later!"

With that, he whistled and summoned more than a dozen black-clothed swordsmen, who brought a bamboo chair and set up Ning Sheyue, a cold wind blew, and in the blink of an eye, everyone disappeared.

Li Cunhou and Zhu Ming looked at the vast Dongting Lake, sighed at the same time, and instructed their masters in a dry voice to take good care of the Qiushui long knife and the mandarin duck double knife that Peng Wuwang left on the ground.