Chen Adou, the tent man, had cold eyes shining like poisonous snakes, stared at Zhao Peng, and said gloomily: "This treacherous villain actually dipped poison in the dagger, and it was soaked in a poison that is extremely difficult to dissolve!"

"Poison!"

Hengjian Nu gritted his teeth and said: "As a person in the martial arts, he actually dipped poison in the dagger, which is extremely shameless, and he has lost the face of our people in the martial arts, it is simply unforgivable!"

Even Di Ji, who was standing next to Hengjian Nu, had a slight change in her face.

It is as if the thing of poison is a great sin.

Zhao Peng still looked indifferent, and whistled not far away.

The Flame Rider heard the whistle and galloped towards him.

Hengjian Nu thought that Zhao Peng was going to turn over and run away on horseback, but he had already risen into the air, ready to slash Zhao Peng with a sword. This person's face was full of righteousness, as if killing Zhao Peng was to eliminate harm for the people and clean up a cancer for the martial arts world.

Between the lightning and the fire.

Zhao Peng took off the longbow and feather arrows from the back of the Flame Flying Horse, bent his bow and set up arrows, and shot a rain of arrows.

Between breaths, the row of quivers hanging on the back of the Flame Flying Rider was already empty, and hundreds of feathered arrows were shot out by Zhao Peng.

Bang bang bang......

The sound of the bowstring rattling, in unison.

All kinds of martial arts archery skills were displayed by Zhao Peng, and the carved beams and painted bird bows continued to tremble, splashing out cold air and ice slag. The feathered arrows shot like meteors, slashing at the horizontal sword slave that leaped into the air.

Ding Ding ......

The horizontal sword slave waved his sword to resist, and thought to himself: "How can such a small skill of carving insects reach me? If it is an archery supernatural skill, maybe I will still be afraid of you, but you only use one martial arts secret method and arrow, and then mixed with many martial arts and arrows, how can you hurt me in the slightest?"

But just when the horizontal sword slave swung the giant sword on the door panel to resist Zhao Peng's feather arrow, the horizontal sword slave's expression changed drastically, just because...... He suddenly found that the speed of swinging the door panel giant sword was much slower than when he swung the sword before!

The master of the Grandmaster, and the Grandmaster who has practiced the sword technique hard, can unleash hundreds of thousands of sword lights between breaths, but now he can only wield dozens of them, and he can't even completely block the feather arrows shot in front of him. Moreover, because his body inexplicably became a little sluggish, the force on his arm was not as good as before, and he couldn't hit the feather arrow upside down and shoot it back at Zhao Peng, so he could only shoot the feather arrow down and fall into the abyss of sword marks.

"I'm sluggish, what the hell is this!"

Hengjian Nu was extremely angry in his heart, and roared angrily: "Zhao Peng! you are really despicable and shameless to the extreme, and you even secretly released poison to make me poisoned!"

The roar sounded, and the horizontal sword slave had already crossed the abyss of sword marks, and slashed towards Zhao Peng with a sword, shouting: "Stacked Mountains!"

Waves of sword light, stacked in one place, blasted towards Zhao Peng.

Zhao Peng raised the carved beam and painted bird bow to block the blade of the sword, and then followed the power of the weapon to counterattack, and cast the arrow of the heaven-level martial art, jumped back in one step, landed on the back of the flame flying horse, and galloped wildly.

Hengjian Nu saw Zhao Peng leave the battlefield and chased after him.

"Uncle Mowgli, knife!"

Zhao Peng roared, and he turned to Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji had already driven the war tiger under his seat to rush towards Zhao Peng when the horizontal sword slave leaped up, and now that the two were close, he threw out the pitch-black broadsword without saying a word.

"Despicable and shameless people, the crime deserves death! Even Zhao Peng is such a shameless person, and your Zhao family must be all treacherous people, so you might as well leave your life here, so as not to live in the world and harm the common people! Today...... You're all going to die!"

The horizontal sword slave roared again and again, running and sprinting, the speed was extremely fast, it was not weaker than the Flame Flying Horse, if he hadn't slowed down because of the cold air invading his body, he was afraid that the speed would be even faster, he must have already caught up with Zhao Peng.

The two are getting closer.

When Zhao Peng caught the pitch-black broadsword, the horizontal sword slave had already come a few meters behind him, the giant sword on the door panel was raised high, and the martial arts momentum on his body was rolling like the wind, and he roared angrily in his mouth: "Chongluan!"

Countless sword lights, overlapping and overlapping, bombarded, covering Zhao Peng and his men and horses into the sword light, unable to escape.

Zhao Peng turned around with his sword, and happened to meet the eyes of the horizontal sword slave full of murderous intent.

In the other party's eyes, Zhao Peng even saw a hint of madness.

If you want it to perish, you must first make it mad.

The madness in the eyes of this horizontal sword slave was particularly strange, and the depths of his pupils were filled with fear, as if he was dying!

Obviously, Zhao Peng's act of "poisoning" alone may not be able to make Hengjian Nu give birth to a kind of madness that is on the verge of death.

"What is this man afraid of?"

Zhao Peng's heart flashed, the long knife in his hand swung towards the Hengjian Slave, and the other hand used the ancient martial art Cold Ice Palm condensed a thick ice shield in front of him, and forcibly blocked the Hengjian Slave's martial arts secret method with a knife and a shield.

It's a pity that blocking this sword has already injured Zhao Peng's viscera, and blood is overflowing from the corner of his mouth!

After blocking it, Zhao Pengtou didn't go back and galloped away, only dragging the pitch-black broadsword to the ground. After the impact with the great sword on the door panel, the blade of the pitch-black broadsword had already broken into a gap the size of an egg, and if it hit it two or three times, the knife would most likely turn into pieces.

People outside the territory are not only extraordinary, but even the weapons in their hands are not trivial.

Jin Feng in Zhao Peng's hands, although he kept saying that he was the descendant of Junshan Longjun, and the silver spear in his hand was also an extraordinary thing, but it was not as good as the giant sword of the horizontal sword slave and the scimitar of the cloaked man Chen Adou. Zhao Wuji's pitch-black broadsword was not even comparable to the silver spear, and it was unable to fight with the door panel giant sword for a long time.

Hiss......

The blade dragged to the ground with a piercing, high-pitched sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

The horizontal sword slave chased closer and closer, and the madness in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Die, frog at the bottom of the well!"

After getting closer, the horizontal sword slave jumped up again, and the blade of the big door panel smashed down. After this blow was issued, the horizontal sword slave was already sweating profusely, his sleeves and trouser legs, chest and back were full of water stains!

This is the water stain formed after the cold qi in the body erupted, and the frost gathered around the Hengjian slave was forcibly melted by the Hengjian slave!

Hengjian Nu clearly felt that if he couldn't kill Zhao Peng as soon as possible, he was afraid that by the time the cold qi in his body completely broke out, his strength would not be one out of ten! If it weren't for the martial arts realm of the Xuanmen Sect Master, I was afraid that his body would have been completely invaded by the cold qi, and his body would turn into a mass of ice sculptures!

A shocking thought appeared in the mind of the sword slave.

"Tianshui! Could it be that the cold qi that invaded my body originated from Tianshui? How could this Zhao Peng be so lucky, Tianshui and Tianhuo were in his hands at the same time? It is rumored that before Zhao Lie disappeared, he had left Zhao Peng some treasures, could it be that this Tianshui and Tianhuo were all left by Zhao Lie? If not...... How many secrets are hidden in this Zhao Peng!"

Heng Jiannu pinned his last hope on this sword, only hoping to kill Zhao Peng with this sword, and then explore the mystery of Tianshui Tianhuo.

It's a pity that just as the sword blade was cut down, Zhao Peng pinched out a magic trick in his hand.

The secret method of martial arts is thunderous!

Rumble!

The horizontal sword slave had to separate the sword-holding hands and display a martial arts secret method into the air above his head, which was used to resist the thunder.

But at this moment, the pitch-black big knife that was dragging on the ground behind Zhao Peng suddenly raised!

Back to the carbine!

Drag the knife meter!

Blades soar into the sky!

This knife is unavoidable, unstoppable!

And when Zhao Peng slashed this knife from the bottom up, his eyes were full of decisive killing intent, and he directly ignored the door panel giant sword that was slashing at the top of his head, and only cared about swinging the knife to kill the horizontal sword slave.

Lives for lives!

This scene stunned the people around the battle.

Even Prince Yi, who was very familiar with Zhao Peng on weekdays, was stunned, and Zhao Shanhe and Zhao Wuji were even more frightened and rushed to Zhao Peng desperately.

Zhao Peng was not afraid.

But the horizontal sword slave was afraid, and with a shock of his arm, he drove the sword blade to slash towards the pitch-black broadsword.

Bite!

The pitch-black broadsword was shattered again.

Fortunately, Zhao Peng used the Five Thunder Bombardment Secret Method to lure away the other hand of the Hengjian Slave, so that the Hengjian Slave had to hold the sword in one hand, so that the power of this sword was only half, otherwise the power of the impact from the sword alone could make Zhao Peng more injured.

However, a trace of surprise flashed in Hengjian Nu's eyes, thinking that he could kill Zhao Peng with the next sword. But Zhao Peng jumped up from the back of the Flame Flying Horse the moment the pitch-black broadsword was knocked away.

Separation of people and horses.

Zhao Peng's killing intent had been decided, and he rushed towards the horizontal sword slave who had not yet landed in the air, and his five fingers were put together like a knife, slashing into the air.

The fire flashed and was as verdant as jade.

Ancient Martial Technique Flame Sword! This kind of martial art never has to be used with weapons. It's just that when the weapon is in hand, you can use the length of the weapon to extend the range of the flame knife.

The horizontal sword slave couldn't dodge, so he had to swing his sword and slash at Zhao Peng. At this time, he had no other way but to use this sword to exchange his life with Zhao Peng's flame knife.

Unfortunately, the speed difference between the two is huge.

Although Zhao Peng was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, his organs were injured by the previous swords, and his arms were numb, his feet were not damaged, and the speed of running and sprinting under his feet was the same as before. And the horizontal sword slave was invaded by the cold qi of Xuan Bing, and the speed of swinging the sword in his arm was not as fast as before. Long before the blade fell, Zhao Peng had already slashed out a flame knife, and then dodged to the side and back to dodge the blade......

Hiss!

The flaming knife slashed into the chest of the horizontal sword slave, leaving a narrow blade and blood splattering everywhere.

Blazing, madly burning.

The horizontal sword slave's expression changed in shock, the fear in his eyes was even stronger, and he was about to use other means, but suddenly a thunderbolt appeared on the wound on the horizontal sword slave's chest.

Rumble!

The thunder was based on the chest of the horizontal sword slave, and a pillar of thunder light rose into the sky, bombarding the internal organs of the horizontal sword slave, and in the blink of an eye, his whole body was scorched black. Before the horizontal sword slave could react more, his body stiffened, shook like a puppet, and fell to the ground.

"Wow!" Suddenly, an eagle's cry rang out.

A small eagle with wings spread two or three feet out of the clouds descended, and it fell on Hengjian Nu like lightning, spreading its wings to block Hengjian Nu's chest. Zhao Peng stepped forward, took a closer look, and found that the eaglet was actually a lifelike golden diamond puppet.

Trap Beast!

Pure gold and spirit diamonds, plus black mountain demon wood, based on martial arts supernatural powers, created a golden diamond puppet trap beast!

This kind of thing, Zhao Peng has only seen from the Zhao family's classics, it is a thing that only exists in books and legends in the Seven Kingdoms of Middle-earth, and there is actually one of Hengjian Slaves!

This person's origin is not trivial.

To kill or not to kill?