"It looks like you're going to have to work hard......" Huang Daopeng sighed in his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Huang Daopeng never thought that he would lose to a martial artist in the same realm, because he was a disciple of the sword spirit! Because he had the inheritance jade plate of the sword spirit! Because for thousands of years, no one had ever won a disciple of the sword spirit in the same realm!

With a "snort", the long swords intersected, Huang Daopeng and the other party passed by, and Huang Daopeng took the opportunity to open a distance with the other party.

Huang Daopeng made a strange move, he slowly raised his saber with his left hand, crossed it in front of his chest, and gently stroked it with his right hand, his eyes were full of intoxication.

Zhang Yang in the distance was puzzled, now is the time when the fierce battle is in full swing, how could Huang Daopeng be distracted at this time, but the most strange thing for Zhang Yang is that Huang Daopeng's actions at this time should be extremely unreasonable, but Zhang Yang didn't feel this way, but felt that every action Huang Daopeng was doing was so in line with heaven and earth.

It is this feeling, in the flamboyant perception, Huang Daopeng is now melting into the heavens and the earth, as if the heavens and the earth are stroking the sword and sighing, as if the heavens and the earth are gazing affectionately at the long sword in front of him.

Zhang Yang suddenly felt that the world was quiet, quiet, absolutely quiet, without a sound.

Zhang Yang closed his eyes involuntarily, and then his spiritual power instantly diffused, ten, twenty, and fifty, until his spiritual power wrapped the entire battlefield.

Zhang Yang "saw" that Zhu Yajun was fighting Zhu Fei, saw Zhang Ze standing against a tree, panting, saw Qu Jia's sword fluttering, and saw the corpse that had been stiffened in half on the side.

But what caught the most attention was Huang Daopeng, and the disciples of Huoyun Cave who fought against Huang Daopeng seemed to have also used some kind of secret method, his breath soared, and the flames on the long sword soared, condensing into a roaring wolf head and galloping towards Huang Daopeng.

However, Huang Daopeng on the opposite side was still unmoved, just gently stroking the long sword covered with fine lines, and the sigh in his mouth was still there, until the wolf head with condensed flames rushed forward.

Huang Daopeng raised his head slightly, glanced at the fire wolf who was getting closer and closer, Zhang Yang even saw the fire wolf's hideous expression in Huang Daopeng's eyes, and then saw Huang Daopeng inadvertently raise his hand and point out with a sword......

A sword ...... It passed through the wolf's head, through the long sword, and even through the opponent's head, and stabbed straight into Zhang Yang's eyes.

Zhang Yang felt a tingling pain in his brain, his mental power was instantly withdrawn, his eyes opened suddenly, he hurriedly slapped his forehead with his hand, and even touched his face indiscriminately, and after finding that there was nothing, he let out a long breath.

"What kind of attack is that??? inheritance supernatural power???"

Zhang Yang was shocked in his heart, just now the sword that Huang Daopeng seemed to stab at random seemed to pass through time and space and stabbed directly into Zhang Yang's brain.

At that moment, Zhang Yang watched a sword stab at him, but he didn't have any ability to resist. This is the second time that Zhang Yang feels that death is so close to him, but he has no ability to resist.

Slowly calming down his mind, Zhang Yang remembered what had just happened, and hurriedly looked forward......

Huang Daopeng still maintained the posture of holding the sword in his right hand just now, and his eyes were calm, as if everything was in the clouds.

In front of Huang Daopeng, the disciple of the Huoyun Cave also stood still, his body rushing forward slightly, but the weapon in his hand turned into iron filings. Zhang Yang looked carefully, and saw that a thumb-sized blood hole on this person's forehead was gurgling with blood, and he was no longer alive.

"Such a powerful attack power, through the opponent's weapon, through the opponent's head, the rest of the sword intent is still so creepy, worthy of being a sword spirit disciple, all of them are equipped with unique skills, and it is rare to meet opponents in the same realm!"

Suddenly, a "click" sound came, Zhang Yang looked intently, and saw that Huang Daopeng's long sword, which was already full of fine lines, had once again grown a few small lines, which seemed to be caused by the amazing power of the magic power he had just exerted, and Huang Daopeng's long sword could not withstand it.

Huang Daopeng thought that he had known this result for a long time, but he just smiled slightly bitterly and stroked the sword in his palm with his hand.

The grief of the broken sword didn't last long, Zhang Yang was broken by an excited roar in the field, don't think about it, Zhang Yang also knew that it was Zhang Ze's voice.

Zhang Ze saw Huang Daopeng pierce the enemy's head with a sword, and seemed to be more excited than his own sword slashing the opponent, and threw himself towards Huang Daopeng with a loud roar, and came to a bear hug solidly, completely ignoring the fact that there was a most powerful opponent next to him and Zhu Yajun, who was constantly fighting hard with him.

Zhu Fei's face at this time was gloomy as if he was about to drip water, and he had a brilliant calculation, thinking that after using a sneak attack to successfully make Zhao Dewei in the middle of the opponent's strongest Great Yuan Shi lose his combat effectiveness, the remaining five people on the other side did not admit that he was kneading.

But what I didn't expect was that under my carelessness, I suffered a secret loss in the hands of a small Yuanshi late stage martial artist on the other side, not to mention the early stage martial artist of the great Yuanshi in front of him, who was even more slippery, never confronted himself head-on, just kept wandering, fighting and fighting, dragging himself unspeakably miserable, as if he was stuck in a quagmire and couldn't extricate himself.

What made me even more shocked was that the two peers and disciples of the later stage of the Yuanshi I brought were even more damaged in the hands of the other party in less than a moment, and the swordsmanship used by the other party just now, I felt a chill behind me from afar, and I was afraid that I would die if I encountered it.

"Where did the martial cultivators come out, they have such magical powers, and they all look so young, could it be the disciples of those major sects who have come out to practice? This time it was really kicked on the iron plate......

Zhu Fei's heart was constantly churning, Zhu Fei was a very conceited person, born in a very prominent martial arts family, since he was a child, he showed excellent martial arts cultivation qualifications, and was spent a lot of resources on him by the elders of the clan, and later he was even more favored by a cultivation holy place like Huoyun Cave, and was accepted as a disciple by one of the elders, which made Zhu Fei develop the arrogant psychology of despising the heroes of the world.

It can be said that Zhu Fei is a person who grew up with a golden soup spoon, spoiled by the elders in the family since he was a child, and held by the disciples of the same generation in the sect, so that Zhu Fei has more and more of a feeling of fluttering, just this time I heard that the disciples of the sect rumored that there were spirit beasts in Wuri City to make trouble, and under the great joy, he told his master to ask for the teacher's experience, thinking that he would be able to kill the spirit beast in the palm of his hand, so that he would be famous in the world in front of many fellow martial artists.

But what he didn't expect was that the spirit beast he encountered was actually a spirit beast that had mastered the natural powers, and to this day, Zhu Fei is still terrified when he thinks of the scene of countless martial cultivators being wiped out under the thunder sea that day.

On the way back, Zhu Fei was faintly unwilling in his heart, until he met Zhang Yang and his party in the tea stall on the side of the road, which allowed Zhu Fei to find an opportunity to vent, which can also be said to be an opportunity to "correct his name". It's just that what Zhu Fei didn't expect was that he had been carefully arranged, but in just a short moment of fighting, his dream was shattered.

Seeing that the two juniors who were walking with him had fallen under the other party's sword, Zhu Fei woke up like a dream, but the three of them on the other side had slowly formed an encirclement, and the person who was fighting with him was also attacking more and more fiercely, and the double swords in his hands were like two tricky poisonous snakes, always appearing in his inadvertent places.

Zhu Fei is also a person who cherishes his life, seeing that the current situation is very unfavorable to him, he can't help but gradually retreat in his heart.

With a plan in his heart, Zhu Fei shook the folding fan in his hand, closed the fan as a gong, and held Zhu Yajun's double swords with one hand, the flames on his body were raised, and his left hand suddenly condensed a high-spirited dragon head, slamming towards Zhu Yajun's middle door.