"Ding Peng's thirteen demon kings are all killers, born in black fists, and there are countless lives on their hands, I killed you, can it be regarded as doing the right thing for heaven?"

"What a gut! I just don't know if you'll dare to talk to me like that when I crush your bones piece by piece!"

The ghost blade laughed fiercely, and the tall body suddenly leaped down from the second floor, like a terrifying bear, before anyone arrived, the shadow of the huge body was enough to make the faint of heart chill. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wang Cheng speculated with the Divine Appraisal Technique that the Ghost Blade's physique was at least 6, and his strength should be close to 5, which was not inferior to the terrifying physical quality of the martial arts master.

Pity......

Wang Cheng's body doesn't look strong, but the slightly deformed attribute improvement makes the qi, blood, and strength in his body equal to that of a humanoid beast......

Then......

His right hand that pinched the neck of the ghost blade turned slightly, and the ghost blade that had been slaughtered down did not have the strength to resist and was directly held up by him to the marble floor under his feet and slammed and pressed!

"Bang!"

The whole hall seemed to shake violently.

Several glasses in the vicinity shattered directly, and the chandelier overhead shook and fell, shattering to the ground, and glass shards splattered in all directions.

The marble floor at the foot of Wang Cheng was smashed apart by the ghost blade in an instant, and a large amount of blood shot out from the broken marble floor, staining the ground red, even Wang Cheng was stained with a lot of blood.

However, Wang Cheng ignored it, let go of his hand, and he stood up again.

And under him, the Demon King Ghost Blade, who was fierce and domineering a second ago, and no one in his eyes, was already paralyzed to the ground like a dead dog, and blood continued to emerge from his mouth, already angry.

"Crush my bones, you obviously don't have that power. ”

Wang Cheng looked at the ghost blade and sighed, and then looked at the dozen or so elite masters who were still at the staircase.

These dozen or so elites are all experienced in a hundred battles, and their hands are all stained with blood without exception, but at this moment, under the pressure of Wang Cheng's gaze, they are all frightened, and they dare not look at him head-on, and the figure that rushed down is also stagnant on the spot.

"What floor is Leylin? Or, if I wait, he'll come down himself?"

Wangcheng Road.

The young man was silent, but he didn't dare to reply.

Just now, the two seniors who had a conversation with Wang Cheng, one was seriously injured, and the other was as popular as a gossamer, as if he couldn't live, the man in front of him looked tepid, but he really started to do it more than the demon king.

"Oh, there's a camera. ”

Without waiting for a response, Wang Cheng was not disappointed, he looked up at several cameras in the hall, but did not choose to go upstairs, just stood in the direction of the elevator and waited.

"Ding-dong. ”

His wait didn't last long.

As the elevator descended from the eighteenth floor one by one, and finally stopped in the lobby, the elevator door opened, and six figures appeared at the same time.

Of these six people, three of them wore sunglasses and had expressionless faces, the other two had cold expressions, and the remaining one had a gloomy face, and the moment the elevator door opened, his eyes fell directly on Wang Cheng, as sharp as a blade.

However, Wang Cheng's gaze did not stay on the six people, his gaze directly passed over the six people and fell on the seventh person who was still in the elevator.

A man.

A man who is 1.8 meters tall, handsome, and looks like he is in his early thirties.

This man was wearing a white shirt, a crimson tie, black trousers, and a pair of expensive leather shoes......

"Ding Peng. ”

This man full of mature and stable temperament is the uncrowned king of the entire underground world of Xia Yuguo, and even the president of the martial arts association has no top martial artist who has been sure of his life - Ding Peng.

"Wangcheng. ”

When Ding Peng's gaze fell on him in Wang Cheng, he also fell on him as if he had a soul, and waited for his gaze to pause for a moment on the sword bag behind Wang Cheng before he said again: "Or ...... I should call you ...... Northern Moon Sword God?"

"Beiyue Sword God!"

Lei Lin, who originally had a gloomy face and a cold light in his eyes, shrank his pupils slightly after hearing this name.

Even the other two middle-aged men with cold faces were no exception.

The Northern Moon Sword God Xuan Tianzhan, the top grandmaster who dominated the world six years ago, a legend who is not a martial saint, is better than a martial saint, his most glorious battle, once one person and one sword, fought alone against the five great grandmasters, and cut two of them, calmly retreated, the swordsmanship, physical skills, and boxing skills shown in that battle, even if they have not reached the realm of martial saints, they can be compared to the martial saint-level powerhouses, but they are not far away, even if it is now faintly known as the first person of the grandmaster, the central Wang Jiang Daosheng will be ashamed of himself six years ago.

This is a name that any Grandmaster powerhouse has to pay attention to.

"I am Wangcheng. ”

Wang Cheng sighed, and his gaze fell on the man who had been grimacing before: "You understand the purpose of my coming. ”

This man is the strongest person under Ding Peng's throne, the head of the Thirteen Demon Kings, Lei Lin.

Lei Lin is also a peak grandmaster who is not inferior to Xuanyuan Leng, he has been famous more than ten years ago, and his reputation in the underground world and the evil path martial arts world is enough to compete with top grandmasters such as the Central King, the Eastern Saint King, the Jiangnan King, the Western Regions King, and the Northern King.

"A trip to Grimm Province actually led to the Beiyue Sword God who was one person and one sword all over the world, interesting, the Beiyue Sword God has been hidden for several years, and the outside world thinks that you have died in the hands of Bai Daosheng, a genius in Kunwu's secret realm, but I don't want to be a hero who is sad to pass the beauty pass, and I can't extric......ate myself from indulging in the gentle township."

Ding Peng looked at Wang Cheng, with a hint of evil on his face: "It's just that I hope that six years of consumption have not made the sword of the Northern Moon Sword God dull from now on." ”

"Your Majesty, I provoked this matter, please leave it to me to solve. ”

Leylin asked.

"Of course. ”

Ding Peng smiled indifferently: "But you alone should be the famous Northern Moon Sword God, Tan San and Bronze, you two should go together." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

The two men, who had been looking cold, drank at the same time.

The three grandmasters teamed up to deal with the Beiyue Sword God, which was not a shameful thing, but if the three of them could kill him, it would still be a great publicity for their reputation.

"Before we do it, Wang Cheng ...... I can give you a chance. ”

Ding Peng's eyes stared at Wang Cheng: "An opportunity for me to be loyal to me even though I am not guilty of killing you in the past." ”

"Underground King Ding Peng, you have disappointed me, years of high power have corroded your fighting spirit. ”

Wang Cheng didn't pay attention to Ding Peng's words at all, and glanced at Lei Lin, Tan San, and Bronze: "Let these three people come to their deaths, just to find out my swordsmanship and boxing skills?"

"Huh!?"

Ding Peng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Or ...... With the huge intelligence system you have at your disposal, will you be able to tell that I am actually at the same level as you, at the Martial Saint level?"

"Martial Saint!?"

Lei Lin's heart suddenly shook: "You have broken through to the Martial Saint Realm!?"

The two of them, who were originally high-spirited, were also like being poured a basin of cold water, staring at Wang Cheng with a shocked look on their faces.

But in addition to the shock, they also take it for granted.

It has been six years since the glorious period of the Beiyue Sword God dominating the world, six years ago, he was able to behead two of them under the siege of the five great grandmasters, calmly retreated, and the terrifying combat power that erupted chased after the Martial Saint, and now after six years, he broke through to the Martial Saint level, which is completely reasonable.

"Martial Saint ......"

Thunder Lin's heart suddenly became a little bitter.

It's not that Ding Peng concealed the other party's real cultivation to let himself be cannon fodder, as early as countless years ago, he had sold his life to Ding Peng, and life and death were put aside, and the main reason for feeling bitter was ......

Feel ridiculous.

A Galaxy Order, accidentally injured a martial arts master while competing for the Galaxy Order, and actually attracted a martial saint to come to the door, and he is also a figure who has been famous for many years......

Originally, he was still hoping that he would be able to have this Galaxy Order and take the opportunity to step into the Kunwu Wonderland, but from the series of relationships caused by a Galaxy Order, he no longer had hope......

"Hahaha, Wang Cheng, do you really think that you can see everything if you break through to the Martial Saint Realm? Back then, the Beiyue Sword God offended the genius Bai Daosheng because of his arrogance and ignorance, and suffered the doom of almost death, I don't want you not only not to learn a lesson, but to dare to provoke me again...... Since you want to die, then I will do what you want!"

Ding Peng sneered and strode forward.

When he stepped towards the royal city, his body shook suddenly, and the original precious white shirt shattered and turned into rags, revealing his own water-chestnut muscles, as well as the huge scars on the muscles, which were the testimonies of his experience of fighting to the death of the king of the underground world when he was young.

"Draw your sword!"

Once he entered the battle state, Ding Peng's whole temperament changed greatly, fierce, cold, and ruthless, he stared at the sword bag behind Wang Cheng, his slightly constricted pupils were like poisonous snakes hiding in the dark, and they were also like eagles soaring in the nine heavens, waiting to give the opponent a fatal blow at any time.

Wang Cheng shook his head.

He had said that his sword would not be drawn for anyone other than Bai Daosheng.

"Don't draw your sword?"

Wang Cheng's reaction made Ding Peng slightly stunned, and then a kind of scornful anger suddenly appeared in his heart.

is also a martial saint, the other party is still a new martial saint, qualifications and precipitation are far from being comparable to himself, and he dares not to draw his sword in the current confrontation!

"Wang Cheng, you're looking for death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the body of this underground king suddenly slashed out, and the fierce aura that had been tempered and tempered by thousands of tempers suddenly exploded, like a fierce god awakening and devouring the main hall.