"Ho!" Peng Wuwang let out a low roar, his body began to rotate rapidly with his left foot as the axis like a spiral, and the long knives in both hands drew wave after wave of surging light, surging higher and higher, like a tornado rolling up thousands of pillars of sand in the desert.

The Heavenly Demon's eyes lit up, and he suddenly took two steps forward, standing with his head held high, waiting for him to make a move.

Peng Wuwang suddenly exhaled and said, "Kill!" , The legs exerted force each other, and the body swirled extremely fast, floating to the three-foot place of Zikunlun like lightning, and then, the hands stretched out, and the power of the double knives suddenly doubled, only to see the sword light surging in all directions, and the knife light surrounded Peng Wuwang's vigorous figure like a dragon, like a dazzling five-treasure lotus lamp, and everywhere the light went, it shrouded all the vital points around the heavenly demon. At this moment, Peng Wuwang used Luo Yixiao's Demon Slaying Knife Technique, fused the top killing moves in the Hengjiang Sword Technique, and danced out with the technique of messing with his hands and cloaks. This short move has almost integrated all the essence of the short-term sword technique he has learned in his life, and it is really the pinnacle of his martial arts practice.

The face of the Heavenly Demon, who was in the center of the storm where the sword light was intertwined, showed a look of appreciation. He put his left hand behind his back, raised his right hand slightly, stretched out two long, slender fingers, and twisted them into the air.

There was a loud thud of iron and gold clashing in the silent streets. Peng Wuwang's twin knives like an unruly divine dragon were actually clamped by the two fingers of the Heavenly Demon, and all the flowing knife momentum came to an abrupt halt.

Zi Kunlun's deep gaze was firmly fixed on Peng Wuwang, whose face was pale, and he was very curious whether his casual move had extinguished this brave young man's desire to win.

Peng Wuhope's face was expressionless, as if it was not the twin knives in his hands that were caught by the hands of the Heavenly Demon, but an irrelevant thing that he could discard at any time. After the knife momentum was blocked, he didn't think about it, he broke off, kicked the ground with his left foot, and his body flew sideways, and the two wild goose winged long knives of the Hundred Alchemy Vajra broke into eight or nine shiny fragments in his flying whirlpool. The dragon's true qi erupted, guiding the blades along a strange and mysterious trajectory towards the eight large points in the lower abdomen of the Heavenly Demon's chest.

"Good move!" The Heavenly Demon praised excitedly, his body shrank back slightly, and the long sleeve of his left hand shook from left to right, and a thick and soft true qi flew towards the blades. Seeing that this powerful true qi was about to shake those single knife fragments that came from the lightning into powder like a big hammer, Peng Wuwang, who was in the air, let out a loud shout, his hands stretched rapidly, and the scattered single knife fragments suddenly converged into his hands like a hundred streams returning to the river, making the Heavenly Demon's Flowing Cloud Sleeve unexpectedly fall short. Peng Wuwang just grabbed the shiny blade with his hand in this way, as if he was grasping two feather fans made of gold and iron, and stood ten steps away from the Heavenly Demon.

The Heavenly Demon's brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but become more and more curious about Peng Wuwang's back move: "I don't know what kind of trick he has after he withdraws this move to avoid the destruction of the two swords?"

Peng Wuwang suddenly smiled at the Heavenly Demon, and threw the two blades in his hand towards his eyes, and with a "bang", the blades in both hands fell to the ground, forming a round shape. He took out the short double knives of the mandarin duck from his arms, the double knives were like snow, radiating a faint cold light under the pale sunlight.

The Heavenly Demon's heartbeat suddenly accelerated slightly for no reason, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time, a dangerous touch. At this moment, his curiosity and admiration for Peng Wuwang had reached the extreme: even Fan Qinglan's Tianshan Divine Sword did not make him feel so appreciated. Because, although Fan Qinglan's martial arts swordsmanship cultivation was ten times higher than Peng Wuwang's, his swordsmanship did not have the aura of the sword in the hand of this young man now. Martial arts cultivation can be accumulated little by little, but the aura is innate to everyone, and it is barely enough to come at all.

"Now this young man named Peng Wuwang is like a male peacock with the sun unfolding its tail screen, and every feather blooms with a dreamlike brilliance, presenting the most amazing beauty in his life. And now, I'm going to kill this peacock with the screen open." The blood of the Heavenly Demon began to boil when Peng Wuwang smiled, and every time he destroyed a wonderful thing, his heart would be extremely excited. He began to wait patiently, waiting for Peng Wuwang to pull off the most proud trick of his life, and at that time, killing him would bring him even greater pleasure.

Peng Wuwang suddenly took a step forward and stepped his left foot on the pile of knives that were synthesized into a circle, and at this moment, his gray figure suddenly disappeared. No, it wasn't gone, but he stood on the smooth surface of the pile of knives and began the fastest spinning of his life. A violent whirlwind whipped up a strong wind, tearing his gray cloth into tattered pieces. The Mandarin Duck Twin Knife tightly held in his hand flew out of his hand at the moment when his speed reached its peak, and with a strong whirling dragon capture true qi, it guided the mandarin duck knife that was like a bamboo, like a thunderbolt that could tear the heavens and the earth, and bombarded towards the chest and abdomen of the Heavenly Demon.

"That's it?" The Heavenly Demon's eyes flashed with fiery light, "This is his most proud killing move?" There was a trace of loss in his heart, and the index fingers of both hands suddenly stretched forward, and when the mandarin duck double knife was about to reach his chest, he sprayed out a high-speed rotating true qi, and at the last moment, the double knife was nailed in the air, neither advancing nor retreating, only rotating rapidly. A lonely look appeared on the Heavenly Demon's face again, after all, what kind of earth-shattering tricks could a young man in his early twenties be expected to perform?

Peng's hopeless whirling momentum still didn't mean to stop at all, allowing his clothes to fly around like butterflies, revealing his bronzed muscles.

The Heavenly Demon smiled coldly, urging the internal force, and was about to push the double knives towards Peng Wuwang, with his sixty years of profound skills, Peng Wuhope's body would be cut into three pieces by this pair of mandarin duck knives.

At this moment, Peng's hopeless body suddenly stumbled seven or eight times in a row, and each time he paused, a blade under his feet shot out as if it had wings.

The Heavenly Demon didn't expect that there was also a mystery hidden under Peng Wuhope's feet, and his heart moved, leaving a dark energy in his palms, just waiting for these fragments and bodies, and immediately urged the palm power to destroy them.

Peng Wuhope's body suddenly broke through the air, his hands were clapped or pressed in mid-air, and the seven or eight blades drew a graceful semicircle in the air one after another, flying back.

Heavenly Demon laughed in his heart: he was played by this kid again, and it turned out that it was all a false trick. He put aside his worries, and with a push of his palms, the majestic true qi was about to rush out.

"Hit!" A thunderbolt-like roar rang out, and Peng Wuwang, who was in mid-air, pushed his hands violently. The blades that flew back along the arc trajectory suddenly turned lightly in mid-air, and shot like lightning towards the Mandarin Duck Twin Blades that had been mastered by the Heavenly Demon. "Ding Ding Ding" There were several crisp sounds of blades cracking, and the Mandarin Duck Knife was actually broken by this sudden blow of several blades, and the subsequent blades passed through the Mandarin Duck Knife like a bamboo, and slammed into the chest of the Heavenly Demon.

Originally, the big hole on the Heavenly Demon's chest was the safest area under the cover of the Mandarin Duck Knife in mid-air, but now with the breaking and scattering of the Mandarin Duck Knife, this area has become a fatal point.

The Heavenly Demon flew sideways, narrowly dodging this unbelievable supreme killing move, his face flushed with excitement, and he said loudly, "Good move! What a move!" His sleeves rolled up, and the blades flying in the sky flowed into his sleeves like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, and then he danced with his long sleeves, like a merry showman waving goodbye to the river, and the long sleeves rolled with more than a dozen shiny blades and shot towards Peng Wuwang.

Peng Wuwang, who had just landed, let out a loud shout, and his body jumped up in the air again, dodging the oncoming blade, and rushing towards the Heavenly Demon. The Heavenly Demon waved out his left sleeve and struck at Peng's hopeless left rib in a dignified manner. Peng Wuwang flipped upside down in the air, and kicked his feet into the sleeves of the Heavenly Demon at the same time. A strong force came, and he only felt a burst of sweetness in his throat, and a cloud of blood spurted wildly. With a slight pull of the Heavenly Demon's right hand, those blades suddenly turned their heads, regrouped, and flew towards Peng Wuwang.

Peng Wuwang, who fell to the ground, stood firm with his feet in lunges, and as soon as he put his hands together, the true qi of the dragon was born, and he actually dragged those flying blades in the sky to shoot back at the vital point of the heavenly demons. "Good!" The Heavenly Demon let out a loud shout, and his body was like a flag flower rocket, rushing straight into the Nine Heavens, dodging the overwhelming killing moves flying from behind.

The two of them are tumbling and rolling on the streets near the water, you come and go, constantly exchanging positions, and the dozen sharp blades are like white *** in the sky, constantly dancing back and forth around the two people, constantly drawing a fantastic and magnificent mysterious curve, sometimes like a white cloud, sometimes like a rainbow through the sun, sometimes cut down, like a tired bird into the forest, sometimes soaring into the sky, as if piercing the clouds and cranes, sometimes tactful twists and turns, like a night grave firefly, sometimes suddenly, like a fish swimming in the four seas.

Peng Wuwang and the Heavenly Demon exhaled, and the sound of shouting and inviting the battle was endless, as if this young man in his early twenties had actually fought a tie with the invincible Heavenly Demon Zi Kunlun Ping Pong.

The Heavenly Demon's eyes were full of excitement, and his face seemed to have drunk a thousand cups of fine wine, red with purple in it. The young man in front of him is in the moment of inspiration eruption, every move and every style has a wonderful composition that is mixed with nature, the knife has become a quatrain in the poet's mouth under his hand, the famous article of the grass saint's pen is full of smoke and paper, and the lifelike eye-catching dragon in the hand of the painting saint, just wait for the wind to rise, this dragon will come out of the roll and ride the wind.

"What's next? What's next?" The Heavenly Demon rose and fell with Peng Wuhope's figure, relying on his flowing cloud sleeves and ghostly body style, he dodged Peng Wuhope's wonderful moves like a stroke of genius again and again, and looked forward to his next move in his heart. This strange boy seemed to open up another cherry blossom garden to the martial arts world, leaving him in an almost new world, and every minute and every second felt a fresh taste that he had never felt before.

When he used the Flowing Cloud Sleeve to bounce back all the blades that Peng Wuwang shot at him, Peng Wuhope's body spun lightly, and he used the Dragon Snatching Gong with both hands to suck the blades into his hands, but one of the blades was missed by him, and it shot at his face like lightning. He leaned sideways, his teeth gripped the blade that nearly killed him.

The Heavenly Demon's eyes showed a look of disappointment, he knew that this young man's internal strength had reached the point of running out of oil, and it was already a miracle that he had been able to survive until now with such a large amount of Dragon Snatching True Qi.

Peng Wuwang let out a hoarse roar, his hands were raised at the same time, and more than a dozen blades shot towards the Heavenly Demon together. The Heavenly Demon smiled bitterly and did not dodge, allowing these sharp blades to fall powerlessly in front of him. Peng Wuwang held his chest with his hands, gritted his teeth and swallowed a mouthful of blood into his stomach, his eyes staring at the Heavenly Demon standing majestically in front of him like a tiger.

The Heavenly Demon smiled slightly and said, "This trip to the Central Plains is really fruitful. With your hands-free sword technique, you can make me make a new breakthrough in martial arts. Thank you so much."

Peng Wuwang looked at him silently and did not speak.

"To thank you, I will send you on your way with my most famous Ming Jade Tribulation, and I will never insult your unyielding ambition. Little brother, take care of yourself on Huangquan Road." The Heavenly Demon looked at him one last time with reluctance, and with a lift of his right palm, a palm wind swept towards a puddle of rain on the side of the road. The rain was raised high by this strong palm, and it pounced on Peng Wuwang with a hood on his face. The Ming Yu Tribulation Divine Skill was suddenly triggered at this moment, and this ordinary rain exuded a cold air that was extremely cloudy and cold.