The seven chief protectors of the Yue Nu Palace buried the sword pool, and the stars held the moon to protect the young generation of the chief disciple of the Yue Nu Palace, known as the sword fairy, Hua Jinghong, rode a snow-white Dawan horse, and came slowly. Fang Feihong almost couldn't believe her eyes, she blinked her eyelids vigorously, and after concentrating on it carefully, she was sure that she was not mistaken.

The head of the seven fairies admired by everyone in the martial arts, Hua Jinghong, is like a hibiscus out of the water, elegant and beautiful, and the elegance is peerless. She is tall and tall, with phoenix eyes, melon seed face, and gentle and soft eyes, which is called her tall and tall temperament, but gives people a noble and refined feeling, like a lotus flower in the water, which can be viewed from a distance but not close. The once famous Celestial Scar Sword was easily carried on her shoulder, showing a free and uninhibited demeanor.

"Senior Sister Fang, aren't you in Luoyang to celebrate the Jin family's birthday? How did you end up here?" Hua Jinghong couldn't help but ask strangely when she saw Fang Feihong's appearance all the way.

Hearing Hua Jinghong's soft and gorgeous voice, Fang Feihong unexpectedly felt a flattered joy, and she hurriedly replied, "I, the disciple of this palace is in distress, and I am about to rush back to Yishan to ask for help."

At this point, except for Hua Jinghong, all the people in the Yue Nu Palace clamored. It turned out that the Yue Nu Palace had been at the forefront for a while in recent years, except for the Shaolin faction and the Tianshan faction, no one dared to touch their doormen. The martial arts woman from the Yue Nu Palace almost walked sideways on the road to the rivers and lakes, and now she is in danger, which is simply rare and rare.

The chief elder of the Burial Sword Pool, Li Haihua, said angrily, "Who is so bold? Qingfengtang? Shaolin faction? Or is it the master of the ancient sword pool of the Tianshan Sword Sect? Tell us more about it right away."

Fang Feihong didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly told the cause and effect of the matter in detail from beginning to end, of course, between words, Peng Wuwang was described as a reckless man, and the people of the Yue Nu Palace were said to be authentic victims. This is still because of Peng's hopeless heroism, so she really can't call him a heinous villain.

"The Knife of Departure?" Hua Jinghong became interested in Peng Wuwang's martial arts, "How did he control the flying knife that had been taken off?"

Fang Feihong hurriedly said, "I don't know either, probably by virtue of the true qi emitted from my hands."

"It's quite like Hongu's Edgeworth Flying Immortal Technique!" Hua Jinghong turned his head and said to Li Haihua, the sword of hatred.

Li Haihua nodded approvingly, and suddenly asked, "How did he break the Yue Nu Palace Thousand Hands Guanyin Sword Formation."

Fang Feihong thought for a moment and said, "Before we could form a formation, he injured all of our disciples who participated in the formation with his hand-leaving knife in one fell swoop." "Good means!" Hua Jinghong and Li Haihua said at the same time.

Seeing this, Fang Feihong hurriedly said, "Now Peng Wuwang has no hope of letting go of his wild words, saying that he will take the lives of Uncle Jin, Senior Uncle Chen (Mrs. Jin's maiden name Chen) and Senior Sister Jin in ten days."

Hua Jinghong's heart moved, and looked at Li Haihua, Li Haihua was concerned about the safety of his beloved disciple Jin Tianhong, and said: "Master Hua, this matter is at stake, it is really not idle, it is better for us to postpone the trip to Shaolin Temple, and go to solve this Peng Hopeless first."

Hua Jinghong said, "Very good, I also want to see this Peng Hopeless Sword Technique. It's a sword sharpening practice for the trip to the Shaolin Temple, and it's not impossible."

Fang Feihong was overjoyed, and hurriedly rode his horse to lead the way, and in this way, the people of the Yuenu Palace and others marched towards Luoyang.

After ten days of recuperation, Peng Wuwang felt that his injuries had healed eighty percent, although Fang Mengjing advised him to rest for a few days, but Peng Wuwang was eager to take revenge, so he was willing to listen, and just accepted the eight life-prolonging pills given by Fang Mengjing. On this day, Peng Wuwang first escorted the Fang family's father and daughter out of the city, found the Songshan faction at the city gate, and handed over the task of protecting the Fang family's father and daughter to the Songshan faction. Xie Manting, the head of the Songshan faction, once had Meng Peng no hope of saving his life, how could he not obey what he entrusted, and he knew that Fang Baitong was a famous figure all over the world, and the Songshan faction also had the heart to accept it, so Peng Wuwang finally put his mind at ease about their safety.

Then, he returned to Luoyang City, found an iron shop, bought two single knives and straddled his waist, and came to Luoyang Jin's house again. The splendid courtyard of the Jin family in Luoyang is still standing, but the servants of the Jin family who are arrogant and the majestic banner of the dart game are gone. The current Jin family is full of birds, and it no longer has the majestic style of the past.

"Well deserved!" Peng Wuwang snorted disdainfully, "Many acts of injustice really deserve this reward." He kicked open the red lacquered door of the Jin family, jumped in, let go of his throat and shouted, "Jin Baiba came out to die!" With this loud roar, Peng Wuwang relied on the practice of the lion's roar in the Buddhist gate of Shaolin Temple taught by the master, and a breath of true qi spurted out of his mouth. A loud voice roared throughout the Golden Mansion.

At this time, there was a quiet sound of cranes chirping in all directions, and more than a dozen white-clothed figures leaped out of the Golden Mansion like a fairy stepping on waves, and the essence of more than a dozen swords dazzled Peng Wuhope's eyes.

"Who are you?" Peng Wuwang's eyesight is getting better and better, and he has already seen that at least seven of these white-clothed people are enough to fight a draw with him, and even masters with a high chance of winning, and the other swordsmen are also the top players in a thousand, and if three or four join forces, he will definitely be defeated.

"Yishan Yuenu Palace, Lotus Burial Sword Pool!" A clear voice came, and the seven sword-wielding masters in the lead chanted loudly.

"Today, Peng is here to take revenge, if it is none of your business, please leave immediately. Otherwise, the sword has no eyes, and Peng will be unwelcome." Peng Wuwang said loudly.

"What a big breath!" Lady King's triumphant screeching voice came from inside the door. Jin Tianhong helped Jin Baiba, who had not recovered from his injuries, and walked out with Mrs. Jin. Behind them, there was also a beautiful woman in green clothes and yellow shirts, white cloak, tall and graceful, high buns, and ancient swords on her back.

Madame Jin sneered and said, "The surname is Peng, don't think that you are really invincible in the world. Look at it, there are all masters who are enough to kill you. but also delusional revenge. That's up to me. Today I will avenge the murderer."

Fang Feihong, who was standing in the field, also said mockingly: "Peng Wuwang, you don't wipe your eyes to see, today my master of the Yue Nu Palace is all here, see where you can go."

Li Haihua, one of the masters of the Burial Sword Pool, said angrily: "Stinky boy, he dares to be an enemy of the disciples of the Yue Nu Palace, he really doesn't want to live." Peng Wuwang was furious and said, "How can the disciples of the Yue Nu Palace be able to run rampant and act recklessly?"

Li Haihua was even more angry, and said sharply: "Stinky boy who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, accept his life!" With that, the long sword came out and slammed into Peng's hopeless eyebrows. Peng Wuwang roared at the same time, and the twin knives shot out from the left and right like lightning, and the Hengjiang knife technique erupted. Li Haihua sneered, and with a shake of the long sword, twenty-seven clear sword shadows appeared, striking all the vital points of Peng Wuhope's whole body in all directions. For the first time, Peng Wuwang found that his shot was too slow, far inferior to this master of the Yue Nu Palace. He was frightened, shouted violently, and with both hands, he made the mist hidden cloud dragon, and a waterfall-like sword light came into being, and firmly blocked Li Haihua's incomparable Yue Nu Palace Divine Sword - Twenty-Seven Tribulations. Only heard the sound of Bibi Bubu, which was as dense as fried beans in oil, Li Haihua was forced to retreat half a step by Peng Wuhope's knife momentum, and the offensive could not continue for a while, while Peng Wuwang was pushed back by Li Haihua's amazing sword qi for fifteen or sixteen steps, and he fell to the ground in danger.

Li Haihua laughed angrily: "Ha, with such shallow skills, you dare to compete with the Yishan Yue Nu Palace!"

Peng Wuwang snorted and said loudly: "Ridiculous, if I am a world champion in martial arts, what dare or dare I dare to win with you?"

The Elder of the Burial Sword Pool beside Li Haihua, Meteor Sword Wind, said angrily, "What a rap boy, Senior Sister Li, let me come to end him." "Hey," Li Haihua hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, and said, "Senior Sister Feng, such a junior, he is not worthy of fighting with us and others, let Senior Hua's nephew deal with him." Feng Yinghua was stunned for a moment, did not speak, and stepped aside. It turned out that among the people in this group, although there were seven people who could be regarded as Hua Jinghong's elder uncle, but if it was about swordsmanship, they still did not dare to nominate Hua Jinghong, including Li Haihua, if Li Haihua insisted on letting Hua Jinghong fight, he must have tried out Peng Hopeless's martial arts is indeed amazing, even if he dispatches the Burial Sword Pool Protector, it will be difficult to win. It turned out that although Li Haihua used his hard work for decades to force Peng Wuwang, who had only practiced Shaolin's superior internal skills for a few years, to retreat more than ten steps, but in terms of tricks alone, he did not take advantage of the slightest advantage, but Peng Wuwang's weird and fantastic two-handed sword technique was in a hurry, and he actually blocked Li Haihua's twenty-seven tribulation sword that he had practiced hard for many years, and forced her back half a step, which made her feel heroic in her heart, for fear that her junior sisters would make a careless move and accidentally be defeated by him. The prestige of the Yue Nu Palace is really gone. And Hua Jinghong is different, because in the hearts of Li Haihua and all the people of the Yue Nu Palace, Hua Jinghong has become a symbol of the sword god, and she will never lose.

At this time, Peng Wuwang already knew that today's affairs could not be stopped, and Li Haihua's cultivation in swordsmanship and skill just now, he only had a glimpse of Qi Xiaoyun, Gu Tianya, Luo Yixiao and Lei Yechang in this life, and he was really a rare and unheard of master. However, since he faced Luo Yixiao and Lei Ye for a long time, he had a chance to win, and today would be no exception. Seeing that Li Haihua didn't make a move for the time being, he took the opportunity to take off his outer sword, threw it aside, and clenched the long knife with both hands, while the mandarin duck knife he relied on to repeatedly defeat strong enemies was bitten in his mouth. His sabre-rattling momentum is indeed a style that people dare not underestimate.

Li Haihua casually said to Hua Jinghong, who slowly walked out of the inner courtyard, "Senior nephew Hua, the ins and outs of the matter, Senior Sister Chen has already made it very clear, and now this kid is here."

Hua Jinghong answered softly, stroked Luo Yi, stepped forward slowly, and came to the field. She looked curiously at Peng Wuwang, who was holding a knife in both hands and biting a handful in his mouth, and suddenly said to Li Haihua, "Uncle Li, do you want to kill him or catch him."

Mrs. Jin immediately said loudly, "Master Hua, don't be polite to him, please break him into thousands of pieces and fill in the lives of my five sons." Hua Jinghong nodded, came to Peng Wuhope's face, and said softly, "This son, you also heard it, Uncle Chen said that he wanted to take your life, then please forgive the little girl for offending." Between the words, it seems that Peng Wuwang has long been regarded as a person to be slaughtered.

Peng Wuwang's face was flushed with anger, and he scolded angrily: "You stinky girl, you are not older than me, but your tone is a hundred times bigger than mine. Who do you think you are? Master Guanyin?"

He looked at Li Haihua and said, "Hey, who is that, you are not sure that you will be able to beat me, why, you also sent your own master and nephew to die, you have run out of food in the Yue Nu Palace?"

Li Haihua was so angry that he almost turned his back on him, and shouted, "Master Hua, what are you talking about with such a villain in the market, quickly take his life." Hua Jinghong said loudly, "Obey." After saying that, the Heavenly Trace Sword of the Yue Nu Palace, which was still on her back, suddenly jumped into her hand like a miracle. She didn't stop for a moment, shaking her hand and slashing at Peng Wuwang, who was still five zhang away.

Peng Wuwang was stunned for a moment, and said secretly, "This woman is crazy." However, just as he hesitated, a sword that was sharper than a sword came into the shape of a wave. Peng Wuwang screamed in a hurry, took a sharp breath, and his body moved sideways like lightning, which was able to flash this unstoppable sharp sword gang, but the sword qi passed by, causing him severe pain all over his body, as if he was about to fall apart.

"It's so powerful," Peng Wuwang was horrified in his heart, "Who is a hundred times more powerful than her just now, this sword gang is so powerful, I'm afraid that the power of the sword god Gu Tianya can't beat her much."

Hua Jinghong saw that he flashed the innate sword gang he had cultivated, and nodded in surprise. The so-called joy of seeing the hunt, Hua Jinghong since he comprehended the way of the sword, it can be said that he is invincible, no one dares to meet his edge, and as soon as the sword comes out, he will not see the opponent. However, Peng has no hope of being able to dodge Jian Gang, and he has the strength to spare, so it can be seen that this battle seems to be a little bit more interesting.

Hua Jinghong smiled, and the Celestial Scar Sword in his hand suddenly unfolded a rainbow-like bright light, like a charming and shining wings covering Peng Wuhope.

"It's the Colorful Wing Swordsmanship!" There was a fiery excitement in the hearts of the disciples of the Yue Women's Palace who were watching the battle. This color wing sword is one of the top sword techniques that can be comprehended only when the sword of the Yue Nu Palace has reached a very high level, this sword method is rich and changeable sword style, evolving a graceful and gorgeous sword move like the opening and closing of the phoenix wings, the mover must have a deep experience of the sword, and can create a suitable move from the heart in accordance with the sword theory of the color wing sword method, not only to defeat the enemy, but also to lose the beautiful and moving characteristics of the color wing sword. If you only care about defeating the enemy, the moves will be ruthless, lose the graceful and free demeanor of lifting weights, and pursue too much the beauty of the moves, and be flashy and unrealistic, which will only increase the laughing stock.

At this time, Hua Jinghong casually used the color wing swordsmanship, not only the moves were elegant and gorgeous to the realm of upside down and intoxicating, but also the sword was incomparable, and the swords and swords were all soul-snatching and life-threatening moves, and they had really obtained the essence of the color wing swordsmanship.

Peng had no hope of being able to block such a complicated and esoteric sword technique, he could only use his strength to use the Fog Hidden Cloud Dragon Sword Technique, and the two swords turned into a rotten silver curtain like an iron wall, relying on a pure and long true qi alone, to support the situation.

In this way, the two of them attacked and defended, and after more than seventy moves in a row, and the swords intersected one hundred and ninety-three times, they still maintained a stalemate. However, at this time, Peng Wuwang was already sweating hotly, and the blue tendons in the corners of his forehead were exposed. And Hua Jinghong not only did not see a trace of fatigue, but the swordsmanship made him more handy and swayed freely.

Suddenly, Hua Jinghong withdrew his sword and retreated, the sword was handed over to his left hand, and then Jian Hua flashed like a meteor, and twenty-seven Xueliang sword shadows struck at Peng Wuwang's body in nine key points, eighteen big ** positions. These twenty-seven sword shadows were arranged in the shape of neat and delicate snowflakes, and the twenty-seven sword lights were just arranged into three crystal clear snowflakes.

Peng Wuwang let out a long roar, and the gray figure rushed forward like a tiger, swift as a dragon through the layers of sword shadows, and the two-handed long knife was the "green wings across the sky" in the Hengjiang knife technique at the same time, and the lightning-like sword light was like a flying dragon spreading its wings across the sky, slashing towards Hua Jinghong, who was leisurely swaying the sword light. It turned out that Peng Wuwang knew that such an invincible sword move was really difficult to parry, so he had to come to the same end with one move, desperately using offensive sword techniques, intending to seize the initiative. However, although he thought well, how could he be too fast, like lightning and lightning, only to see a snowflake imprinted on Peng Wuhope's left shoulder, Peng Wuwang hurriedly turned over in a volley, so that the nine swords were not imprinted, otherwise, the entire left shoulder would have left his body.

"Good!" The disciples of the Yue Women's Palace who were watching the battle applauded in unison.

Jin Tianhong hurriedly came to Master Li Haihua's side and asked, "Master, Senior Sister Hua also seems to have made the Twenty-Seven Tribulation Sword that Master once used, how could it be so different?"

Li Haihua stroked her head lovingly, and said with a smile, "Master's Twenty-Seven Tribulation Sword Technique is far inferior to your Senior Sister. Although there is only one move in the Twenty-Seven Tribulation Sword Technique, the magic of its use is in one mind. The twenty-seven tribulations made by Huashi's nephew just now, the sword shadows are intertwined into the shape of snowflakes, and there is a famous hall, called the snowflake tribulation. Moreover, Hua Shi's nephew can also make the sword shadow intertwined into the shape of gossip, which is the pinnacle of the palace swordsmanship, called the Bagua Tribulation. Good apprentice, let's learn slowly, the more we learn the magic of the swordsmanship of the Nu Palace, the more we learn, the deeper we will understand."

Jin Tianhong nodded vigorously with an excited expression, and said, "The apprentice will definitely be the master of Jinzun's teachings and work hard."

Peng Wuwang shook his right hand at this time, stuck a single knife on the ground, and then took the mandarin duck knife in his mouth, threw it hard, and the mandarin duck knife turned into a silver-gray image that seemed to be nothing, like a strange flying rainbow that can only be seen in a nightmare, and slashed towards Hua Jinghong's waist and abdomen along a beautiful arc of Qiao.

As soon as this trick came out, the audience was shocked, because this move was full of wild imagination and earth-shattering invincible momentum, fast as lightning, fast as the wind, attacking like a dragon, and elegant as a god. This is exactly the Mandarin Duck Knife Method that Peng Wuwang created himself. Although Hua Jinghong's swordsmanship is like a god, she can't help but be taken by the power of this move, and involuntarily takes a step back, the long sword is light, and she gently leads it according to the beautiful arc drawn by the mandarin duck knife, and the momentum of the mandarin duck flying knife immediately turns in the direction and shoots into the sky, turning into a firework rocket facing the scorching sun, and it is almost impossible to see a trace.

At this time, all the disciples of the Yue Nu Palace present cheered in unison, and they all praised Hua Jinghong's move to overcome the real with the void and the rigidity with the soft, giving full play to the extreme danger and softness of the feminine swordsmanship of the Yue Nu Palace.

Peng Wuwang saw it in his eyes, and couldn't help but praise: "Girl, good swordsmanship, if in normal times, Peng really convinces you."

"What about today?" Hua Jinghong was also overjoyed because she used this trick to achieve a peerless swordsmanship that is difficult to wield on weekdays, and she didn't realize that her tone was also a little kind.

"Today, Peng avenged his brother, although he knew that he was invincible, he would never stop, even if you were reincarnated as a martial god, I would fight you to reincarnate again." Peng Wuwang looked up at the sky, and with his right hand, he quickly tore off the placket of his shirt and bandaged the wound on his left shoulder.

"What a big dog," Li Haihua and Mrs. Jin scolded in unison.

"Okay, today you and I will never give up, what do you think?" Hua Jinghong smiled.

"Very good, the girl is quite heroic, Peng admires it." Peng Wuwang still looked at the blue sky, and his right hand reached behind his back and pulled it out suddenly

A long knife with dazzling essence and snow as bright as autumn water.

Hua Jinghong's eyes were so sharp, she glanced at the long knife from the corner of her eye, and immediately said, "Brother Peng is amazingly arrogant, and it was only at this time that he showed his housekeeping skills, and the little woman was deeply admired."

Peng Wuwang said loudly: "This knife is given by the master, full of the blood of the wicked people in the world, and has gone through all the vicissitudes of life, if it were not for helplessness, Peng Mouyan would dare to let it be stained with dust again."

At this time, the mandarin duck knife had already fallen in front of Peng Wuhope's body, only to see him let out a long roar, and the snow bright long knife in his right hand suddenly skyrocketed several times, and a knife smashed on the handle of the falling mandarin duck knife. The sound of "ding" was clear in the ears, and the mandarin duck knife made a terrifying buzzing sound, and it shot straight at Hua Jinghong's chest like angry lightning. At the same time, Peng Wuwang had a long knife in his right hand, and a single knife in his left hand was raised horizontally at the same time like an eagle spreading his wings, his feet were stunned, and his body shot forward, following the trend of the mandarin duck knife and his body attack.

"Well done!" Hua Jinghong stood with the sword in his chest, and the most prosaic "a stick of incense to the sky" in a swordsmanship, the tip of the long sword was on the flat blade of the flying mandarin duck knife. The mandarin duck knife actually spun out of thin air and shot back. Peng Wuwang didn't expect the mandarin duck knife to fly back upside down, and he turned around sharply in a critical moment, allowing the mandarin duck knife to pass by, bringing out a rain of blood. Despite this, Peng Wuwang's shooting forward did not slow down, but flew faster. The knife in his left hand was horizontal, catching the blood water spurting from his body, and then touched it flatly, hundreds of blood droplets splashed on Hua Jinghong's chest in the sword, and the long knife in his right hand slashed down diagonally with the momentum of opening the mountain and breaking the mountain. Hua was shocked and roared, the essence of the Tianji Sword flashed, and a drizzle-like sword light came into being, pushing away the amazing attack of Peng Wuwang's right hand long knife with a dense defensive sword technique, and then the long sword slanted along, incorporating all the flying blood droplets into the blade, and the long sword then pushed, drawing a graceful circle, tightly locking Peng Wuwang's figure. Peng Wuwang let out a long roar, his body rose from the ground, jumped straight into the air, and then flew out with a single knife in his left hand, the strange thing is that this knife did not slash at Hua Jinghong, but circled and flew away. Then, Peng Wuwang held the knife with both hands, and the long knife slashed at the top with the force of splitting Huashan.

Hua Jinghong didn't expect Peng Wuwang to jump up in the air at this critical moment, attacking with all her strength with a strong attack on the weak, she didn't have time to think about it, her body crossed forward, and the long sword flickered into a big arc, and hit the long knife that Peng Wuwang slashed down vertically. Peng Wuwang's move split the air, and his body tilted, as if he had lost his balance. Hua Jinghong's long sword was unfurled, and the twenty-seven swords struck out like lightning as if they were equipped with a powerful machine. These twenty-seven sword shadows implied the Qimen Bagua and came out in a formation, wonderfully enveloping all the space that could be moved within a radius of seven zhang. This is exactly the pinnacle of the swordsmanship of the Yue Nu Palace mentioned by Li Haihua: the Bagua Tribulation of the Twenty-Seven Tribulations.

Seeing that Peng was hopeless and unfortunate in this earth-shattering peerless sword technique. Suddenly, a white light flew back like a meteor outside the sky, sweeping towards Hua Jinghong's back. This hit before Hua Jinghong's gossip robbery, which made Hua Jinghong have to respond in advance. I saw that she turned around lightly and skillfully, easily avoiding the blow, and the long sword still handed out the gossip tribulation in an orderly manner.

Peng Wuwang didn't look at Hua Jinghong's shot, a hollow heel jumped on top of this white mang in mid-air, and his body immediately shot a distance of ten zhang with this white mang, and dissolved Hua Jinghong's Yue Nu Palace Divine Sword that could almost run rampant in the world without making a move. Hua Jinghong tried her best to make this gossip robbery, and she had just practiced this style of swordsmanship, and she couldn't send and receive it freely, and the gossip images listed by the twenty-seven sword rays all hit the ground, and the bluestone slabs with a radius of seven zhang were like a thunderbolt, and the bluestone slabs were all smashed and raised, forming a circle of dust.

Everyone present was stunned by Hua Jinghong and Peng Wuwang's sword and sword skills, and after a long time, no one could extricate themselves from the shock caused by the lightning and flint battle just now and make any reaction.

However, Hua Jinghong and Peng Wuwang seemed to have forgotten the existence of everyone around them, and just locked each other's figures tightly with their eyes, not moving.

Peng Wuwang had already been stabbed by nine swords at this time, and the blood quickly accumulated into a big puddle under his feet, which was shocking, however, from Peng Wuwang's expression, he couldn't find a trace of languishing due to serious injuries. I saw that his long knife was on the left, the short knife was on the right, his body was slightly arched forward, his eyes were wide open, his left leg was bent on the ground, and his right foot stepped forward a little, like a tiger about to choose people to eat.

Hua Jinghong stood upright, holding the sword in her right hand, stroking the sword with the index finger of her left hand, pinching an orchid sword trick, her clothes were facing the wind, her skirt was swaying, her bright eyes were flashing, looking forward to it, like a fairy from outside the sky who cherished the world and wanted to return to Ling Bo, which made people can't help but rise the urge to bow and worship.

"Such a powerful swordsman, as a woman, she doesn't seem to be as old as me, and she has practiced such an astonishing swordsmanship, it's really hard to believe. It's a hate, I was obsessed with the small skills of carving insects at the beginning, and I didn't learn martial arts well, if I had met Master a few years earlier, I wouldn't have ended up where I am now." Peng Wuwang endured the sharp pain and muscle spasms caused by the serious injury, and held the master's long knife and mandarin duck knife steadily.

"This kind of sword technique is the only time I have seen it in my life." Hua Jinghong looked curiously at Peng Wuwang, who was covered in blood, "This son is not only like a god, but also resolute and unyielding, if he hadn't been seriously injured, his skills would only be eighty percent, maybe there would be a hard battle today." She calmly swung her long sword and said loudly, "Brother Peng, you are already seriously injured, and you still want to be strong?"

Peng Wuwang smiled bitterly and said loudly, "I know that I will not be able to avenge my family today, and I have long wanted to leave, and he will come back to learn again in the future. However, it seems that the masters of your faction don't want to let me go."

Hua Jinghong looked left and right, and sure enough, all the masters of the Yue Nu Palace either guarded the door or guarded the wall, forming a formation like an iron bucket, posing as if they were catching turtles.

Hua Jinghong sighed secretly, thinking: All the uncles and sisters have already decided that Peng is hopeless, even if they win him today, it will not be glorious. She thought about it, turned her head, and said to her uncle Li Haihua, "Uncle Li, how about today's matter."

What kind of person Li Haihua is, he immediately understood the mind of his nephew, and thought: If you change yourself, you won't want to fight anymore in this situation. For a while, she recalled her heroic style when she first broke into the rivers and lakes, and only felt that her nephew not only inherited the sword of the Yue Nu Palace, but also inherited the heroic spirit of the Yue Nu Palace, which was really gratifying. She smiled and was about to nod her head in agreement, but saw Mrs. Jin say loudly in a hoarse voice: "Peng has no hope that this son should be punished, and Master Hua's nephew must not show mercy." She stared at Peng Wuwang viciously, and said, "Peng Wuhope, if you want to live, kneel down for us and beg for mercy." Li Haihua glanced at Mrs. Jin in shock, almost unable to believe his ears: Is this the jade goddess sword Chen Jinghua who was the dominant back then?

Suddenly, Peng Wuwang looked up to the sky and roared, and said sharply: "Peng Mou is not a person who wags his tail and begs for mercy, look at the move." He bit the mandarin duck knife to his mouth again, and with a long knife in his left hand, he picked up the ordinary single knife that was originally standing on the ground into the air. Then he clenched his fist with his right hand and slammed into the blade of the single knife, only to hear a ding, and the single knife was broken into fifteen or six pieces. He then took back the mandarin duck knife with his right hand, stretched out the long knife in his left hand, incorporated all the fragments into the blade, and then stretched his body and pounced on Hua Jinghong.

Hua Jinghong condensed his spirit, and the tip of the Tianji Sword pointed directly at Peng Hopeless's path, and when Peng Hopeless came to within a zhang in front of him, he suddenly used the innate sword gang, and the five green rainbows were like five screens to block Peng Hopeless's way layer by layer. Then Hua Jinghong's long sword swirled, and the eight sword gangs came out in response, merging with the five condensed Qinghong, and striking at the thirty-six big points in Peng Wuwang's body, and sealing all the places that Peng Wuwang could move. This is exactly the secret eight array diagram of the Yue Nu Palace.

Peng Wuwang let out a sharp roar, and the long knife slashed a shocking rainbow, using the killing move of the Hengjiang Sword Technique, "Green Wings in the Sky", but this time, he made this move surprisingly slow, and divided it into several inexplicable paragraphs. In each paragraph, a single knife fragment came out in response, drawing a strange curve after another, hitting Hua Jinghong's vital point, forcing her to be unable to effectively cast the killing move of the Eight Array Diagram. Hua Jinghong's eyesight was amazing, and he could see that the trajectory followed by these broken blades was the trajectory of the Yunlong Changfeng Knife Killing Move, "Dragon Trapped in the Shallows", "The Wind Follows the Cloud Dragon", "The Dragon Flies in the Sky", "The Cloud Dragon Explores and Grabs", "The Dragon Teng Deep Stream", "The Dragon Shapes Are Changeable", "The Dragon Tenghai", "The Dragon Travels Thousands of Miles", "The Dragon Plays the Phoenix". This is exactly the top killing move of the Cloud Dragon Long Wind Knife that Peng Wuwang usually can't figure out, "Long Wind Rises Ten Thousand Dragons". Today, he was forced by Hua Jinghong, and he relied on a single knife that was broken into fifteen or sixteen pieces.

In Hua Jinghong's eyes, Peng Wuwang at this time was like being incarnated by tens of millions, and every Peng Wuwang was making moves to her, and each Peng Wuwang's moves were different.

"Good knives!" Hua Jinghong raised her voice and praised, she let out a clear roar, her body swirled up, the essence of the Heavenly Scar Sword fell, and the Eight Array Diagram Sword Technique came out, according to the direction of Fu Xi's sixty-four hexagrams, dozens of sword gangs erupted, stirring up smoke and dust as high as zhang Xu on the ground, and almost all the broken blades that hit her were shattered by her one by one.

Hua Jinghong immediately turned from defense to attack, her body was like a milk swallow piercing the clouds, passing through the smoke and dust that was stirred up by her sword gang and had not yet subsided, and the Tianji Sword trembled slightly, bringing up a wave stronger than a wave of green mang, where the sword qi passed, the sound of explosion came, and it turned out that the bluestone slab of Jinfu could not withstand Hua Jinghong's sword qi and broke. Peng Wuwang raised the long knife and the mandarin duck knife at the same time, and according to the long wind he had just used, he could withstand Hua Jinghong's wave of offensive waves. Hua Jinghong had to meet the master, the killing move was exhausted, dripping with joy, the heart was ecstatic, only to hear her whistling again, the long sword sword move was getting faster and faster, the green mangs were like waves, wave after wave, and when it was time to share, Hua Jinghong chanted like a phoenix, her body rose to the sky, and the Tianji Sword condensed into a sharp mang. At this time, Hua Jinghong is like a fairy in the East China Sea who is riding the waves, and the sword moves are also like the rainbow outside the sky, fantastic and magnificent, and incomprehensible.

"Super Sea Sword"! Li Haihua and the masters of the Burial Sword Pool shouted in unison, looking at each other, with endless joy and shock. It turns out that among the eighty-one swordsmanship of the Yue Nu Palace, the most mysterious and inexplicable is the eighty-first swordsmanship "Chaohai Swordsmanship". This way of swordsmanship only has sword intent, but no sword moves, let alone no heart method. Historically, only those who have cultivated to perfection in the way of the sword can get a glimpse of the doorway. In history, only Wang Qiong realized this set of divine swords, and based on this, he realized the 36 roads of the Tianshan Divine Sword and created the Tianshan School.

Now that the "Super Sea Sword Technique" has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and it is in the hands of a girl under the age of twenty, how can it not make all the masters of the Burial Sword Pool ecstatic.

Peng Wuwang only felt that he was like a flat boat being swept into an overwhelming tsunami, his eyes were full of cold and piercing sword light, his ears were full of terrible sword roars, and his whole body was surrounded by cold sword qi. Peng Wuwang only felt that all thoughts were discouraged at this time, such a swordsmanship, even if it was the master's father, it was difficult to resist, and he had a blood feud with Pengmen, and there was no hope of clearing the snow.

I only heard a "boom", and Peng's hopeless long knife and mandarin duck knife were all shocked and flew out three zhang away, and his body flew out horizontally and fell heavily to the ground. Hua Jinghong's sword was still undiminished, and it was about to cut Peng Wuwang into two ends.

Suddenly, Hua Jinghong's wrist flicked, and the Sky Scar Sword flew out diagonally, inserting three feet beside Peng Wuwang. Peng Wuwang struggled to stand up, and said angrily: "The girl doesn't have to show mercy to her subordinates, Peng's skills are not as good as others, and she dies without resentment."

Hua Jinghong was silent for a long time, and suddenly said to Li Haihua: "Uncle Li, my nephew really wants to leave this person alive, I don't know what you want." Mrs. Jin was just about to speak, but Li Haihua raised her hand, stopped her words, and said, "Congratulations to Senior Nephew Hua, this time I have realized the Chaohai Sword Technique, if Senior Sister knows, I will definitely be overjoyed."

Hua Jinghong smiled and said, "This time I have realized the Divine Sword, Peng Wuwang has made great contributions to this son, if it weren't for his invitation with a peerless sword technique, the master and nephew would have never had the opportunity to get a glimpse of the essence of the Chaohai Sword Technique in this life."

Li Haihua thought for a while and said, "What's the matter if you spare his life, he will still send it to the door by himself anyway." As soon as these words came out, on the one hand, he agreed to Hua Jinghong's request, and on the other hand, he also hinted to Mrs. Jin: Peng Wuwang will still come to Yuenu Palace to find you. Mrs. Jin didn't dare to argue anymore, so she kept silent.

Hua Jinghong said to Peng Wuwang: "You go, we have taken the Jin couple away, if you want to find them, go to the Yue Nu Palace." Peng Wuwang glanced at the Jin family and his wife, snorted angrily, and tried to stand up, but he was injured in no less than twenty or thirty places, and he couldn't exert any strength at all, only half of his body stood up, and fell to the ground on his back.

The young disciples of the Yue Nu Palace couldn't help but laugh. Hua Jinghong couldn't bear it, grabbed a few steps forward, and stretched out his hand to help him up. Peng Wuwang was furious, shook off her hands with all his might, and said, "Peng is not a waste, so the girl doesn't have to bother."

The disciples of the Yue Nu Palace clamored one after another: "I don't know what to do!" "Our Senior Sister Hua helped you, you have cultivated it for several lifetimes, and you think you are sorry." "Bastard, we've spared your life, and you're so arrogant!"

Hua Jinghong raised her hand and stopped everyone's scolding. At this time, Peng Wuwang had tried three times in a row, but still did not stand up. He roared hoarsely, rolled on the spot, rolled to the side of the long knife and the mandarin duck knife, reached out and put the mandarin duck knife into his arms, and then held the long knife in his right hand, and struggled to hold it on the ground, and then stood up straight.

Hua Jinghong was shocked and moved, and arched his hand: "Brother Peng is arrogant, and the little woman admires it."

Peng Wuwang coughed violently a few times, and said in a dumb voice: "Although the girl is not distinguishable from wrong, but the essence is not bad, if it is in normal times, I would have to make friends, but this time, cough, cough, I am afraid that I will have to learn the girl's tricks again in the near future." With that, he turned around and limped away. Hua Jinghong silently watched his distant back, and was a little stunned for a while.

Li Haihua walked up to Hua Jinghong with a smile and said, "Master Hua's nephew, this son is indeed outstanding."

Hua Jinghong nodded and muttered, "Such an opponent is really hard to meet."

Li Haihua bowed his head in agreement and said, "Since the Chaohai Sword Technique has been completed, what are the plans of the senior nephew?"

Hua Jinghong's eyes moved, and he said, "Senior Uncle, I want to go back to Yishan to explain everything to Master, and then take the elite of the palace straight to Tianshan."

Li Haihua clapped his hands and said, "Yes, in comparison, winning the battle with Shaolin is already a trivial matter. Now that you already have the Super Sea Sword Technique, you have the qualifications to challenge the Sword God Gu Tianya. It's time to breathe a sigh of relief for the Yue Nu Palace. Since Wang Qiong defected out of the palace, the Yuenu Palace has been subject to the Tianshan faction, and the martial arts all think that with the sword, the Tianshan faction is better than us, and what is the sword out of the Tianshan Mountain, this is really a shame for the Yuenu Palace. It's great news that there is finally a day of revenge." Hua Jinghong nodded approvingly.

"Good!" Li Haihua raised his voice and said, "The whole team, go back to the palace."