Everyone in the Guanzhong Sword Sect stood quietly in the open space in the inner courtyard of the Sword Sect's residence, silently watching the door of the inner room. There was silence in the courtyard, as if even the air that had passed had frozen.

The long two hours finally passed, the door of the inner room was opened, and the pale Jia Bian Que slowly walked out with the support of Fang Mengjing and Red Tianxia.

"Miss Jia, how is Duan Daxia?" "Miss Jia has worked hard, Duan Daxia is okay?" "Is Duan Daxia alright?" An anxious inquiry came from all directions.

Jia Bianque looked at the people around him with a proud face, and said coldly, "Duan Daxia's seven poisons have been eliminated and he has fully recovered."

There was a moment of silence in the courtyard, and then a loud cheer rang out. The elders of several major families and several senior monks from Shaolin who stayed in Guanzhong rushed into the inner room to visit Duan Daxia. The children of Guanzhong were overjoyed, and some people were going around with firecrackers and gongs and drums, wanting to celebrate. At this moment, Duan Cunhou, the number one man in the world, suddenly squeezed through everyone, stumbled out of the room, and said with a panicked face: "Miss Jia, how can you use the method of drug abuse to incorporate the residual more than 20% of the poison in my body, your internal strength is not deep, it is not to take your life."

Jia Bianque smiled indifferently and said, "Duan Daxia underestimates me Jia Bianque too much." At this moment, Fang Mengjing and Hong Tianxia, who were supporting her, suddenly felt Jia Bianque's body tremble slightly.

"Sister Jia, you actually used the family heirloom poison invitation technique to forcibly suck out Duan Daxia's Seven Evil Palm Poison?" Fang Mengjing was shocked, "The Poison Invitation Technique is the last trick of your Jia clan's Nine Methods of Detoxification, and it is a self-destructive method like cutting meat and feeding eagles. Do you really want to use this trick to cure Duan Daxia?"

Jia Bianque's eyes trembled slightly, his body suddenly softened, leaned on Fang Mengjing's shoulder, and said softly, "It seems that I can't hold it anymore, remember to tell Brother Peng that it was I who cured his senior brother." After saying this, she tilted her head and passed out.

"Miss Jia!" "Doctor Jia?" Red Tianxia and Duan Cunhou called in unison, and the two of them stretched out their palms at the same time, leaning behind Jia Bianque, trying to hang her life with their true qi.

"Don't!" Fang Mengjing said in a loud voice, "Sister Jia's internal force has been excessively urged in the past few days, and her meridians have been greatly damaged, and she can't withstand any internal force."

"So what?" Red Sky Man and Duan Cunhou were so anxious that the blue tendons at the corners of their foreheads were exposed, and their eyes were on fire.

At this moment, I only heard the sound of dense hooves like popping beans from far and near on Chang'an Avenue outside the door, and a loud voice resounded through the long street: "Peng Daxia killed the Heavenly Demon Zikunlun. The Heavenly Demon has given the head!" "Peng Daxia kills the Heavenly Demons and shocks the Water Town!" "The Heavenly Demon is dead!"

The martial arts people on Chang'an Street took to the streets one after another when they heard the news. One of them recognized at a glance the wind media who was distributing the news: "Hey, hurry up Zhang Tao, is this news true?"

Fast horse Zhang Tao said loudly: "It's true, Peng Daxia relied on the God of War Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Demons to swear to the death, and finally killed him on the streets of the waterfront, the young hall master of the Renyi Hall has cut off the head of the Heavenly Demon and hung it in front of the Renyi Hall, and retracted the hanging red of the Heavenly Demon."

At this moment, a few more wind media shouted along the street, met Zhang Tao, and said with a smile: "It's still Brother Zhang who is fast and accurate enough. We're a step slower."

Zhang Tao laughed loudly: "This time is great news, and we all over the world should celebrate together. Come, let us ride side by side and spread the news throughout Chang'an."

"Good!" The wind media cheered loudly and came to his side. After a few breaths, the call of the Heavenly Demon's death resounded throughout Chang'an City.

"Long live Peng Daxia!" The gatekeeper disciples of the Guanzhong Sword Sect cheered first. The Pengmen Dart Bureau was opened in the four doors of the branch in Chang'an, and the dart masters and executioners cheered and walked into the streets. The gate of the Guanzhong Sword Sect was also opened, and the disciples of the Seven Great Families and the Eight Great Sects who stayed in Guanzhong poured into the streets in ecstasy, loudly tapping the swords, guns, swords, halberds in their hands, cheering and singing, and making a mess.

The rough and unrestrained rivers and lakes poured into the restaurants and restaurants in the east and west markets like a tide, and the sound of shouting and shouting resounded in the sky. As the shopkeepers of the major restaurants shouted energetically: "Come on--! The sound of changing cups and lamps jingled, like a dulcimer sounding chaotically, adding another style to the Chang'an street scene that was already in full swing.

"For Peng Daxia, I gave this drink!" The sound kept ringing in all directions.

"Appeal to --!" Cheng Zhijie and Qin Shubao, who were patrolling the city, grabbed their horses' heads and glanced at each other. "Do you hear that?" Cheng Zhijie glared at Qin Shubao.

"I hear you, it's the kid." Qin Shubao nodded vigorously, "He actually killed the Heavenly Demon."

"That kid is Li Jing's junior brother, amazing. It's a pity that Brother Li went to the Inner Dynasty, so he turned around and went to order troops, so he didn't have time to meet him." Cheng Zhijie shook his head, his face full of regret.

"That kid is amazing." Qin Shubao was still immersed in the magnificent and passionate drum sound on the hairpin tower in Yangzhou.

"Peng is hopeless? Kill the Heavenly Demons?" Li Jing rode his horse on the road to the upper court when he suddenly heard noisy and enthusiastic cheers from various shops in Chang'an. He turned back to the lieutenant next to him, "Is this really the case?"

The deputy general was born in the Guanzhong Sword Sect, and the news on the rivers and lakes has always been well-informed: "Yes, listen to what Ma Zhang Tao said, it is true." "Brother!" Li Jing felt a burst of excitement in his heart, "Good job. I hope that my brother will survive this catastrophe, and from now on my brother and sister can gather together to celebrate your achievements." At this moment, he suddenly saw a group of people on the side of the road performing light skills, passing by his side, one of them was dressed in gray clothes and gray robes, wearing a hat, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but there was an unstoppable evil aura all over his body. "Who is that person?" His heart moved slightly, and he looked back to see it clearly.

At this time, the adjutant general said, "Dashuai, we have to hurry up, China and North Korea are coming."

"Hmm!" Li Jing nodded, urged the car, and left.

"That one just now is General Li Jingli, the victorious general of our Tang Dynasty." Ouyang Xizhao turned his head and said hopelessly to Peng.

"A peerless god general, worthy of his name." Peng Wuwang glanced at Li Jing again rather reluctantly, and said, "Let's go quickly, I want to see Senior Brother early."

"I'm also anxious to see Master Duan's demeanor!" Luo Mingxian said excitedly.

"Then we won't hurry!" Zheng Danshan and Hua Bufan invariably strengthened the soles of their feet and caught up with Peng Wuhope. Several people turned into a cloud of smoke and shot towards the rudder of the Guanzhong Sword Sect.

Jia Bianque, who was lying quietly in the guest room, heard Zhang Tao's loud voice, and with Fang Mengjing's support, he stood up, leaned his head in front of the window, looked at the characters in the rivers and lakes who were running and telling each other on the street, singing and walking, and said in a trembling voice: "Are they talking about Brother Peng?"

"Yes." Fang Mengjing barely held back the tears in her eyes, and choked up and said, "Brother Peng killed the Heavenly Demon and saved the Central Plains Martial Arts."

"I already knew that Brother Peng was good." Jia Bianque's face showed a weak but relieved smile.

"Sister Fang, you say, what would happen to Brother Peng if he knew that I died to save his senior brother?" Jia Bianque's innocent smile on his face.

Fang Mengjing shook her head, choked up and didn't speak.

"He's going to cry, I really want to see what he looks like when he's crying and his eyes are red." Jia Bian Que said this sentence with self-support, and immediately coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

Fang Mengjing couldn't hold back any longer, two tears welled up, and she said in a trembling voice, "Sister Jia, I'd rather never know."

Just then, the door to the room suddenly opened. Fang Mengjing's willow eyebrows raised: "It's all said, this room is not to be disturbed, who?"

"Miss Fang, it's me." Peng Wuwang, dressed in gray and wearing a hat, walked into the door, found a chair in front of Jia Bianque's bed and sat down, and put the hat on the side of the bed.

Seeing that Peng was hopeless, Fang Mengjing said happily, "It's great for you to come, Miss Jia......" Jia Bianque's pale face showed a hint of redness, and he slowly turned his head.

"I know," Peng Wuwang raised his hand to stop Fang Mengjing, turned his head to the door and said, "Ming Xian, take a bowl."

"Yes!" Outside the door, there was the sound of Luo Mingxian's footsteps running away.

Peng Wuwang slowly rolled up the sleeve of his right arm.

"What are you doing?" Jia Bian Que said weakly and softly, "Don't do stupid things, your blood can't save my life, I've already poisoned my heart, and there is no cure."

"Oh?" Peng Wuwang's eyebrows raised slightly, "Divine Doctor Jia, do you often use my blood to heal diseases?"

"When have I been healed with your blood?" Jia Bianque said angrily.

"Then how do you know if it's cured?" Peng Wuwang said indifferently. At this time, Luo Mingxian had already handed over the bowl, he flipped it with his left hand, and in an instant, he had already pulled out his saber and cut a bloody wound on his right wrist, and then took the bowl with his left hand and connected it to the wound. Crimson blood slowly filled the bowl.

Peng Wuwang ordered Qu Chi acupoint to stop the bleeding, put the big bowl of blood to Jia Bianque's mouth with his left hand, and said, "Miss Jia, is it okay to drink it?"

Tears filled Jia Bianque's eyes, and she said with a crying voice: "Don't, don't, if you don't drink, you won't drink."

Peng Wuwang was stunned and said, "Miss Jia, don't be like this, you are poisonous, and if you don't heal, it will be too late."

Jia Bian Que said angrily: "I said that your blood can't save me, why are you so stubborn?"

Peng Wuhope's brows furrowed, put the bowl back, touched the wall of the bowl with his right hand, and said in a deep voice, "This bowl of blood is already cold. Ring the strings and fetch me another bowl."

"You madman!" Jia Bian Que was really anxious, got up from the bed, and grabbed his arm, "Isn't a bowl of blood enough? Who told you you can't drink when your blood is cold?"

"Can you drink it?" Then why don't you drink it?" Peng Wuwang asked strangely.

Jia Bianque was so angry that he was about to cry, snatched the big bowl in his hand, tilted his head, and drank the bowl of blood in one go.

It was only at this moment that Peng Wuwang and Fang Mengjing's faces showed a look of relief and relief. Fang Mengjing carried Jia Bian Que behind her back and raised her big finger at Peng Wuwang. Peng Wuhope's face barely squeezed out a wry smile, and he watched Jia Bianque fall asleep in horror.

Fang Mengjing checked Jia Bianque's pulse and said softly, "Sister Jia's pulse is stable and powerful, it seems that your blood has taken effect. I believe that she will soon be able to recover her strength, and when the time comes, please ask your two senior brothers to join forces, and they will be able to clear the remaining poison for her."

"That's great." Peng Wuwang was relieved and slowly stood up, "I'm tired too, go back and rest."

Fang Mengjing nodded and said softly, "You take care of your body."

Peng Wuwang bowed his head in silence, turned his head and walked out of the room, and gently closed the door. Facing the empty and lonely courtyard, he suddenly slammed an elm tree in the courtyard and muttered, "Hey!"

When Red Tianxia and Duan Cunhou staggered out of the inner room, Fang Mengjing, Peng Wuwang, Luo Mingxian, Zheng Danshan and Hua Bufan surrounded them one after another. Peng Wuwang preemptively asked, "Senior Brother Duan, Senior Brother Hong, how is it?"

"Hey!" Red Sky Man wiped the beads of sweat from his head quite dashingly, and smiled proudly, "Senior brother, do you look down on your senior brother?" With Senior Brother Duan, the number one hero in the world, and me, the Red Flame Dragon King, taking action, how could Miss Jia have anything to do. Don't worry, all the residual poison on her body has been dissolved."

At this time, Duan Cunhou's face also showed a knowing smile. Red Sky Man looked down at him, and said with a smile, "But Senior Brother Duan felt that it was not enough, so he used his internal force to forcibly operate in Miss Jia's body for thirty-six weeks to help her strengthen her body and bones. I believe that after this toss, Miss Jia's second pulse of Ren Du will not be able to be opened. Haha!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present showed a smile of relief. Peng Wuwang stepped forward and grabbed Duan Cunhou and Red Tianxia's hands, and said, "Two senior brothers, this is great. Now everything has a happy ending. We should get together and celebrate."

The expression on Duan Cunhou's face gradually became serious, he glanced at everyone present, and then stared at Peng Wuwang and said, "Yes, our senior brothers should really get together and talk. I have something very important to say to you."

When Fang Mengjing heard this, her heart moved, and she glanced at Peng Wuwang with concern, but did not speak. Red Sky Hero's face also showed a thoughtful expression. At this time, Ouyang Xizhao's cheerful voice came: "Brother Duan, I have already set up a seat in the Chang'an Hero Tower, and you three senior brothers can go at any time." Duan Cunhou nodded silently, and suddenly said, "Miss Fang, you can come too." Fang Mengjing's face turned pale in an instant, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

Peng Hopeless scratched his head strangely, and walked out of the Guanzhong Sword Sect after the three of them.