Pender's laughter came to an abrupt end.

A cold, lonely moonlight shone in front of the half-collapsed temple.

The temperature at night also seems to get colder.

There was a sonorous sound.

Peng De lightly shook the sword in his hand, a faint smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and he said softly: "Listening to what you say, even if you are half an apprentice of Wu Daozi, whether he has instructed you or told you anything, then there will be a friendship of half a teacher." ”

"I killed Wu Daozi, and it is reasonable for you to avenge him, but unfortunately, you so-called cultivation geniuses are always so self-righteous and high-minded, which is disgusting. If you want to kill me with your own hands, I will do as you wish, and I only hope that you will not regret it. ”

His words were full of sarcasm.

Li Mengzhou said lightly: "Then it's too late for me to regret it now?"

The corners of Peng De's mouth twitched, and he was speechless for a while.

Anger ensued.

He just subconsciously wanted to sarcastically mock this unknown teenager, if it was really because of this, the young man regretted it, and let Gu Shiyan make a move, it should be Peng De who regretted saying that.

No, to be precise, he regretted it now.

He glanced at Gu Shiyan who was watching the battle with some trepidation, and his body froze a little.

Li Mengzhou pursed his lips with disdain when he saw his appearance, of course he would not regret the words of killing Peng De with his own hands, but he felt that Peng De's inexplicable smug appearance was ridiculous, and he couldn't help but scold.

Peng De also quickly realized that he had been tricked.

He was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to say another word of nonsense, and the moment he raised his sword, an invisible sword qi slashed towards Li Mengzhou.

Although he was severely injured by Gu Shiyan, even the sea of qi was affected, but it did not hinder his slight movements, as long as it was not a large movement, the tearing pain could be ignored for the time being.

The sword qi came to the wind, rolled up smoke and dust like waves, and slapped at Li Mengzhou.

Li Mengzhou's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Speculation is far less reliable than what you have seen with your own eyes.

Peng De's sword no longer has the same sense of oppression as before, or it is not as terrifying as before, and Peng De is angry with the sword, there will be no hiding situation, which undoubtedly proves that Peng De at this moment is indeed seriously injured, maybe the realm has not changed, but the strength has fallen out of the four realms.

It was as if a bright sun had been born in the mountains.

The Drunken Dream Sword was slowly pulled out of its sheath.

There was a soft thump.

The sword light flickered.

There was a faint sound of thunder in the dark sky.

The sheath of the Drunken Dream Sword hides an extremely domineering sword intent, and the moment the sword body and the sheath are separated, the sword intent is like a tiger out of the cage, accompanied by the thunder of the tiger and leopard, and flies towards Peng De.

......

Li Mengzhou looked down at the sword in his hand.

He had some strange thoughts in his mind.

The Drunken Dream Sword came out for the first time since he killed Tai Jing outside the Jialan Temple, but in fact, at that time, the Drunken Dream Sword was not stained with blood.

Since then, the Drunken Dream Sword has been cultivated by him in the sea of qi.

When killing Pei Ruyu, the Drunken Dream Sword was really stained with blood.

For a long time, the Drunken Dream Sword was always in the sea of qi, and it never showed its edge again.

Tonight is the third time.

After slashing out that sword, Li Mengzhou suddenly realized the close connection between himself and the Drunken Dream Sword.

The sword intent that broke out of the sheath did not completely belong to Li Mengzhou, part of it was the sword intent of the original person, this old sword intent is only playing the role of scaring people at present, he also thinks so, but the sword just now gave him a very palpitating feeling, and he almost couldn't hold the hilt of the sword.

Drunken dreams have spirits, longing to be stained with blood.

He didn't quite understand why he was able to cut such a special sword intent, and he could only explain that maybe he was more compatible with the Drunken Dream Sword.

Gu Shiyan also saw the sword.

She didn't look away for a long time.

I don't know what's going on in my mind.

......

That extremely dazzling sword pierced the entire sky, as if it had traveled to the end of the sky.

Peng De looked at the sword in a daze.

He couldn't believe that this was a sword that a mere Three Realms cultivator could slash out.

Even in his heyday, with his cultivation in the four realms, he would never be able to cut such a sword.

He suddenly remembered that the young man was a sword cultivator.

It is different from the perception of those mountain monks.

Due to the decay of sword cultivation, except in the Western Jin Dynasty, cultivators from all countries do not care too much about sword cultivation, and some are only afraid of those famous sword cultivators.

And Peng De, who has been in the market all the year round, has seen a lot of those mountain and wild sword cultivators, at least in the mountains and wilderness, there are many sword cultivators who are respected, because the sword of sword cultivation is too powerful, and many mountain and wild sword cultivators can kill opponents who are stronger than themselves, even if the realm crossed is very small, but in the mountain and wild world where danger is everywhere, it is a very terrible thing to have this kind of protection.

It is very common for mountain monks to fight without saying a word, because there are no rules, plundering each other, believing in the absolute winner as the king, such as uniting a group of people to bully a person is not uncommon, in the mountains and wilderness, a sword cultivator is not terrible, horror is a group of sword cultivators, in that kind of cooperation, sword cultivation is almost invincible.

Therefore, except for those mountain gate monks who claim to be high, no one among the wild cultivators wants to provoke the sword cultivators.

In this cognition, Peng De will have a kind of jealousy of sword cultivation.

When he was in Udon Mountain, he didn't care about the two young men who cultivated in the Three Realms, and since he broke through to the Four Realms, naturally there would not be a situation where he didn't dare to make a move because he was afraid of the strength of the sword cultivation.

Although Li Mengzhou is just a person now, the feeling for Peng De is still different.

Such a sword, in his opinion, can only be cut by sword cultivation.

And it's definitely not an ordinary sword cultivation.

He suddenly noticed that Li Mengzhou's previous actions to stop Gu Shiyan were not all young and frivolous, let alone stupid, but he thought he had such strength.

The sword hung high in the air, turning into a cold starlight, and in an instant, it slashed towards Peng De.

Throughout the night sky, the floating dark clouds seemed to change color, as if they were burning.

The so-called burning clouds are also the same scene.

Li Mengzhou's expression calmly pushed his mental power to the extreme, although Peng De was seriously injured and his strength was greatly reduced, but after all, he was a great cultivator of the Four Realms, and he would not be really confident enough to be able to kill the other party easily.

This sword must be the strongest sword.

Even if possible, surpass the strongest.

He looked at Peng De condescendingly, a trace of pain appeared in the depths of his eyes, his frowning brows trembled slightly, but the killing intent gradually climbed to the peak.

"You will be the first Four Realms Monk I have killed, and perhaps many years from now, I will not forget this scene. Now, you can die in peace. ”

The muffled thunder rolled through the reddened clouds scorched by the sword qi, and whether or not this sword matched such a terrifying momentum, it was terrifying enough.

Even though Peng De knew that there was something wrong with the sword in the young man's hand, and the terrifying sword intent could only play a role in scaring people, but looking at the picture in front of him, his body couldn't help but tremble a little, and his heart trembled violently.

He could only hide his fear with anger, and shouted: "I have entered the four realms, how many dangers have I encountered in most of my life, and how many opponents I have killed, but I am still alive and well, with you just a yellow-mouthed child, you dare to kill me!

Li Mengzhou looked at him calmly and said: "This sword is my strongest sword, even if it is close to the strong people of the Four Realms, it will not be easy to take it, not to mention that you are seriously injured at the moment, and you no longer have the strength of the Four Realms, as long as it is not the Four Realms, it will be easy for me to kill you." ”

"Is this what makes you arrogant? Even if I drag my drooping old body and my strength falls out of the four realms, you are not qualified to kill me!"

Peng De shouted angrily: "You can't kill me, that sword is just a thing to scare people, even if you cut out a power comparable to the peak of the Four Realms, you are just a little monk of the Three Realms, you are stupid to the extreme!"

Li Mengzhou looked at Peng De, who looked like he was crazy, and was silent.

He came for revenge.

This kind of thing can only be done by yourself, in order to resolve the unhappiness in your heart.

His belief in revenge was not strong, it was completely different from his emotions of wanting to kill Taijing and even wanting to kill Qin Chengyi, but seeing the appearance of a Great Cultivator of the Four Realms completely messing up and howling ghosts, a wave of happiness still surged in his heart.

"I'm here today to kill you. ”

Li Mengzhou looked at the sword that groaned softly in the air, and said softly: "Then I will definitely be able to kill you." ”

As soon as his words fell, the sword finally fell.

There was a loud bang.

With Peng De's terrible scolding, the sword cut off the sword in Peng De's hand and slashed heavily at his body.

The air surged, the smoke and dust filled the sky, and scattered in all directions.

The terrifying sword slash slashed out the ravine that completely destroyed most of the collapsed temple, the ravine stretched for hundreds of meters, and the scorching breath touched the collapsed wooden pieces of old cloth nearby, and the flames spread rapidly in all directions.

As a gust of wind blew, thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down.

The fire, which had not yet reached the brink of fire, was severely struck and silenced, leaving behind a large scorch mark.

Gu Shiyan, who was standing in the distance and watching, silently held up an umbrella.

Peng De's muffled voice came through the rainstorm, spitting out a mouthful of blood, he looked at the young man with the sword with a decadent face, opened his mouth to say something, but his body fell backwards with a bang, and his breath was gone.

Li Mengzhou's right hand holding the sword trembled violently, his skin was red, cold sweat crawled all over his face, he couldn't help but snort, the sword fell off from his hand, and his whole body was half-kneeling on the ground.

No matter how much Peng De's strength fell out of the Four Realms, after all, he was still a Great Monk of the Four Realms, although he killed the other party with one sword, Li Mengzhou was not comfortable.

The result of invoking a force far beyond his own limits is that his right arm is paralyzed, and it may even be worse, and if it is not properly followed up, this right arm may be destroyed.

A swordsman who has lost his sharpest right hand is like a chef who stir-fries without a spoon, but with his hands, not to mention whether he can fry a good dish, these hands are ironclad and cannot be wanted.