The next moment, the horror in the eyes of the old man with a goatee had not yet been revealed, but he felt a golden light in front of him, and a sharp pain came from his chest, and a puff of blood stained his eyes red, hot, and filled with a strong smell of blood.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the old man with the goatee had only one thought left in his mind at this time, for some reason, as if he saw the scene of "Nie Laosan" being divided, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

Only then did he remember the golden light of Shicai, which seemed to cut through the flesh and skin of his clothes, and there was a terrifying sound of broken bones between his sternum. Could it be that his chest cavity was torn open by the other party's sword?

Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but glance down, and a wave of blood rushed to his face, and he clearly saw that between the cracked white bones, the whole blood-red peach-shaped thing suddenly gushed out of his chest, and shook violently in the blazing light......

With a bang, the black long sword in the hand of the goatee old man slid to the ground, and then, the whole person fell to the ground with a bang, which was clearly visible to the naked eye, and a blood-red heart burst out from the chest, and shook with a pop.

The old man died too quickly, and although his chest was cut open on the spot, he died a bloody death, but fortunately he still had a whole corpse.

Who said that the existence of the Qiankun Realm Venerable could be defeated, and it was almost impossible to destroy it. However, the figures of the two elders of the Peng family, who were also Venerables of the Qiankun Realm, were less than an hour before and after, one was autopsied, and the other was disemboweled, and he died so much that he could no longer die.

Ziyan originally wanted to kill the other party with a single sword, but she didn't expect that the sword of "Broken Gold" with the power of gold was even sharper, and a sword qi easily cut open the opponent's chest. Looking at this bloody face, Ziyan couldn't help frowning, brushed her face, and was about to turn around and leave.

As everyone knows, an angry roar suddenly came from behind him, and endless anger erupted from his eyes; "Stay for your life!" An old man with a white face and beard, his arms stretched out up and down, and his palm was like a burning fireball, straight towards Ziyan's back who was about to leave, and shot out with a bang.

Poof!

Seeing that this ball of flame fireball was about to hit the unsuspecting Ziyan, a purple-gold light seemed to fall from the clouds, and disappeared in a flash, and the rushing flame fireball suddenly split from it, and the sparks flew and fell weakly on both sides.

"The people of the Peng family are so despicable that they attack people behind their backs, and the level of shamelessness is really unparalleled. When the words landed, Lu Suifeng stepped out in one step, instantly crossing a space distance of twenty meters, protecting the frightened Ziyan.

"I was careless! I didn't expect the people of the Peng family to be so despicable and almost taken advantage of by them. Ziyan's warm and jade-like face revealed a cold murderous aura.

"Hmph! The people who killed my Peng family will not allow you to leave unharmed. There is no such thing as "sneak attack" in the old man's dictionary, and for those who must be killed, only ask about the result, and do whatever it takes. The white-faced old man's eyes flickered, as if a blazing flame was spewing out, as if even the air was ignited, making the temperature around him seem to rise by a few degrees at once, and ten meters away also made people feel the hot wind blowing in their faces.

"Really?" Lu Suifeng glanced coldly at the white-faced bearded old man, the divine light was like looking at a condemned death row prisoner, Ziyan was the reverse scale in his heart, once he touched it, he would be punished even if he was far away. If Shicai is not himself, he will make a move, and Ziyan is only afraid of the fragrance and jade at this time. Therefore, in his eyes, no matter who the sneak attacker is, he is a dead man.

"I don't know if you have any despicable means other than sneak attacks, I will let you use them together, and then, you will definitely become a headless corpse. ＂

"Tsk! It's crazy enough, but I don't know how much arrogant capital you kid can have? There are so many people who want the old man's head, and they all lie quietly in the coffin, and you little lovers will never be an exception. The white-faced face does not need the anger in the heart of the old man to break through the bottom line, with a slash of his arm, there is a long knife in his hand, a touch of black and red streamer is entwined and flickering, holding the handle of the knife, every time he says a word, the momentum on the knife climbs a point, the knife is not out of the sheath, and it gives people a kind of long knife breaking through the air, domineering. The human knife is one, the knife intent is soaring, and the edge is endless.

Choke!

The long knife finally choked out of its sheath, and a crimson sword shot out into the sky, and the blazing sword qi tore through the space in front of it domineeringly, slashing through the air.

The white face does not need the old man to be angry, as soon as he makes a move, he sacrifices his blade, although Lu Suifeng is more than a step stronger than the other party, but he will not arrogantly fight with his flesh and blood. The moment the opponent's long knife came out of the sheath, he didn't know when there was an extra sword in his hand, his right hand touched the hilt of the sword, and instantly drew the sword, slashed the sword, and collected the sword, and the three movements were kneaded into one like a cloud, and a dazzling purple gold brilliance was drawn out of the air, and it was fleeting.

Sonorous!

The Red Flame Flame Knife was filled with a fierce sword intent murderous aura, and on the way, it seemed to ignite the air flow of the void, and it encountered the half-moon-shaped sword qi of purple gold brilliance head-on, and it struck sonorously, and the flame red light flew up obliquely, like a flowing fire out of control.

There are three realms of sword drawing, the first realm is to draw the sword with the body, skillful and fast. The second realm is to use the qi to resist the sword, and it is easy to achieve without any mistakes. The third realm is to control the sword with the will, the meaning is the sword, the sword is the will, the intention is the sword movement, the intention is the unity of the sword, and it is never an exaggeration to call it freewheeling.

Lu Suifeng drew his sword in an instant, and almost all the spectators in the hall were strong experts, and no one questioned that this sword drawing technique had reached the third supreme realm, or even more terrifying. For his sword was still in its sheath, as if it had never been unsheathed.

"Control the sword with your will!" The white-faced old man had a bow-shaped body, rubbed his feet on the ground, and slid out a few meters on the ground, his face was shocked, and he immediately frowned, and he was solemn.

Otherwise, how could his own flaming sword be on the way, and the other party's first attack happened to crush him in the middle of the way.

When the last step was taken, the shoulders and arms were stretched, and the flaming long knife in his hand swirled and slashed, instantly bursting out hundreds of flaming knives, as fast as lightning and thunder, each sword was blazing like fire, and the sparks were flying and shooting, and the body was burned quickly, as if he really wanted to burn the other party into dry bones and flesh, and his intentions were really vicious.

Lu Suifeng pursed his lips coldly, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed again, and a purple gold light burst into the sky.

The sword and sword light suddenly collided, and the sparks flew one after another, and the sonorous explosion exploded. The flames in the sky were scattered, and the shattered and disintegrated purple gold brilliance was shocked to reunite into a sword qi, and it shot diagonally towards the white-faced old man's face.

The sword qi is like the wind, shadowless and formless, floating and uncertain, but infinitely fierce.

The purple gold sword qi swung out by Lu Suifeng fused with the artistic conception of the wind, passing like the wind, and the wind dispersed and gathered, still the wind. The wind is everywhere, pervasive, soft and sharp.

Although the white-faced bearded old man was vicious and arrogant, he also had a lot of knowledge, and in horror, he quickly understood that the other party had comprehended the artistic conception of the wind, and could also integrate it into the sword momentum.

He practiced the artistic conception of fire, and naturally knew the principle of fire borrowing from the wind. The other party's sword was like the wind, and the sword qi did not hurt his skin. The flame long knife in his hand no longer hesitated, and with one turn and one spin, a beam of crimson sword rays was as hot as fire, instantly striking the purple-gold wind-like sword qi that rushed in.

It can be said that the fire borrows the wind, the wind helps the fire, the sword flame is more vigorous, and a blazing flame knife reverses the recoil landing and flows backwards with the wind.

When the spectators saw this, they all exclaimed, what kind of domineering move was this? It was able to turn the opponent's fierce offensive into their own and take advantage of the situation to counterattack the opponent. This old man is really not an idle person!

The pupils in Lu Suifeng's eyes shrank slightly, and his expression was as solemn as water, he really didn't expect that the other party could take advantage of the situation, and he also understood the principle of mutual restraint among the attributes of the world. Seeing that he is really a little arrogant, he looks down on the world.

Wind and Cloud Sword Momentum!

The long sword in Lu Suifeng's hand trembled, and a snow-like cloud seemed to emerge from nothingness, slashing through the air to meet the flaming madness knife that was rushing backwards.

The snow-like clouds burst into a crystal brilliance, quickly cutting into the fiery and blood-like flaming blades. The void suddenly presented a spectacular scene of flames burning clouds and snow clouds wrapped in fire.

The fire clouds rolled and rolled with the sonorous sound of swords colliding, and the Martian silver stars flew into the sky. The clouds gradually swallowed up the blazing flames, becoming red and translucent, as if they were clouds of blood.

In a moment, the flames of the blazing sword gradually faded, and then suddenly cracked, leaving only a blood-stained cloud that was still spinning rapidly, flashing forward.

The clouds of fire were like blood, and the air around them seemed to ignite everywhere they passed, making it unbearably hot. The fire cloud swirls and flies directly at the initiator, clearly to return the favor to the other in the way of others!

"This ...... The white-faced old man had a bitter look on his face at the moment, extremely depressed, and thought that his brilliant counterattack would definitely hit the opponent by surprise, but he didn't expect to be repaid by the other party in his own way.

The blood-like fire cloud is surging with murderous aura, and if you touch your body at the slightest touch, you will either die or be injured. The white face doesn't need the old man to dodge no matter how he dodges, and the murderous aura of Zheng Zheng is like a shadow, chasing after him, making people's hair stand on end and his heart is terrifying.

There was no way to dodge, and the white-faced old man simply stopped dodging, took a deep breath, and the long knife suddenly slashed out diagonally in the air, and the flame knife light flew and slashed the fire cloud angrily, with a bang, giving people a spectacular scene of volcanic cracking.

Bang!

The fire cloud was slashed apart by the furious sword, and two colors appeared in the air, one like snow crystal and the other like blood and fire. Compete with each other, entangle and collide, and do not give in to each other.

The white-faced man didn't need the old man to resolutely counterattack, reversed the battle with one sword, and then slashed back with a knife, and struck a hundred knives along the trajectory of the previous slash, blazing into the sky, pushing the momentum of the volcanic collapse to the peak. Like a snowy cloud, it finally fell apart and exploded under the continuous slashing.